Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 490 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Welcome good M. Brooke. You come to know how matters goes. That's my coming indeed sir Iohn. M. Brook I will not lie to you sir, I was there at my appointed time. And how sped you sir? Very ill favouredly sir. Why sir, did she change her determination? No M. Brooke, but you shall hear. After we had kissed and embraced, and as it were even amid the prologue of our encounter, who should come, but the jealous knave her husband, and a rabble of his companions at his heels, thither provoked and instigated by his distemper. And what to do think you? to search for his wives love. Even so, plainly so. While ye were there? Whilst I was there. And did he search and could not find you? You shall hear sir, as God would have it, A little before comes me one Pages wife, Gives her intelligence of her husbands Approach: and by her invention, and Fords wives Distraction, conveyed me into a buck-basket. A buck basket! By the Lord a buck-basket, rammed me in With foul shirts, stokins, greasy napkins, That M. Brooke, there was a compound of the most Villainous smell, that ever offended nostril. I'll tell you M. Brooke, by the Lord for your sake I suffered three egregious deaths: First to be Crammed like a good bilbo, in the circomference Of a pack, Hilt to point, he'll to head: and then to Be stewed in my own grease like a Dutch dish: A man of my kidney; by the Lord it was marvel I Escaped suffication; and in the heat of all this, To be thrown into Thames like a horseshoe hot: Master Brooke, think of that hissing heat, Master Brooke. Well sir then my shoot is void? You'll undertake it no more? M. Brook, I'll be thrown into Aetna As I have been in the Thames, Ere I thus leave her: I have received Another appointment of meeting, Between ten and eleven is the hour. Why sir, 'tis almost ten already: Is it? why then will I address myself For my appointment: M. Brooke come to me soon At night, and you shall know how I speed, And the end shall be, you shall enjoy her love: You shall cuckold Ford: Come to me soon at at night. Is this a dream? Is it a vision? Master Ford, master Ford, awake master Ford, There is a hole made in your best coat M. Ford, And a man shall not only endure this wrong, But shall stand under the taunt of names, Lucifer is a good name, Barbason good: good devils names: But cuckold, wittold, godeso The devil himself hath not such a name: And they may hang hats here, and napkins here Upon my horns: Well I'll home, I ferret him, And unless the devil himself should aid him, I'll search unpossible places: I'll about it, Lest I repent too late:
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Welcome good M. Brooke. You come to know how matters goes. Thats my comming indeed sir Iohn. M. Brooke I will not lie to you sir, I was there at my appointed time. And how sped you sir? Verie il fauouredly sir. Why sir, did she change her determination? No M. Brooke, but you shall heare. After we had kissed and imbraced, and as it were euen amid the prologue of our incounter, who should come, but the iealous knaue her husband, and a rabble of his companions at his heeles, thither prouoked and instigated by his distemper. And what to do thinke you? to search for his wiues loue. Euen so, plainly so. While ye were there? Whilst I was there. And did he search and could not find you? You shall heare sir, as God would haue it, A litle before comes me one Pages wife, Giues her intelligence of her husbands Approach: and by her inuention, and Fords wiues Distraction, conueyd me into a buck-basket. A buck basket! By the Lord a buck-basket, rammed me in With foule shirts, stokins, greasie napkins, That M. Brooke, there was a compound of the most Villanous smel, that euer offended nostrill. Ile tell you M. Brooke, by the Lord for your sake I suffered three egregious deaths: First to be Crammed like a good bilbo, in the circomference Of a pack, Hilt to point, heele to head: and then to Be stewed in my owne grease like a Dutch dish: A man of my kidney; by the Lord it was maruell I Escaped suffication; and in the heat of all this, To be throwne into Thames like a horshoo hot: Maister Brooke, thinke of that hissing heate, Maister Brooke. Well sir then my shute is void? Youle vndertake it no more? M. Brooke, Ile be throwne into Etna As I haue bene in the Thames, Ere I thus leaue her: I haue receiued Another appointment of meeting, Between ten and eleuen is the houre. Why sir, tis almost ten alreadie: Is it? why then will I addresse my selfe For my appointment: M. Brooke come to me soone At night, and you shall know how I speed, And the end shall be, you shall enioy her loue: You shall cuckold Foord: Come to mee soone at at night. Is this a dreame? Is it a vision? Maister Ford, maister Ford, awake maister Ford, There is a hole made in your best coat M. Ford, And a man shall not only endure this wrong, But shall stand vnder the taunt of names, Lucifer is a good name, Barbason good: good Diuels names: But cuckold, wittold, godeso The diuel himselfe hath not such a name: And they may hang hats here, and napkins here Vpon my hornes: Well Ile home, I ferit him, And vnlesse the diuel himselfe should aide him, Ile search vnpossible places: Ile about it, Least I repent too late: