Blurt, Master Constable, or The Spaniard's Night Walk · chunk 31 of 34
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) romance · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Are two men transformed into one woman? How now? what motion's this? By your leave sweet beauty, pardon my excuse, which under the mask of Camillo's and my brother's names, sought entrance into this house: good Sweetness, have you not a property here, improper to your house, my husband? Hah; your husband here? Nay be as you seem to be (white Dove) without gall. Gall? your husband? ha, ha, ha; by my ventoy (yellow Lady) you take your mark improper, no, no, no, my sugar-candy Mistress) your good man is not here I assure you; here? ha hah. Here? Much husbands here. Do not mock me fairest Venetian; come, I know he's here: good faith I do not blame him, for your beauty glides over his error; troth I am right glad that you (my Country woman) have received the pawn of my affections: you cannot be hard-hearted, loving him, nor hate me, for I love him too: since we both love him, let us not leave him, till we have called home the ill husbandry of a sweet Stragler; prithee (good wench) use him well. So, so, so. If he deserve not to be used well (as I'd be loath he should deserve it) I'll engage myself (dear beauty) to thine honest heart; give me leave to love him, and I'll give him a kind of leave to love thee: I know he here's me; I prithee try mine eyes, if they know him, that have almost drowned themselves in their own salt water, because they cannot see him: In troth I'll not chide him; if I speak words rougher than soft kisses, my penance shall be to see him kiss thee, yet to hold my peace. And that's torment enough, alas poor wench. she's an Ass, by the crown of my Maidenhead, I'd scratch her eyes out, if my man stood in her Tables. Good partner, lodge me in thy private bed, Where (in supposed folly) he may end, Determined sin; thou smil'st, I know thou wilt; What looseness may term dotage (truly read) Is love ripe gathered, not soon withered. Good troth (pretty wedlock) thou mak'st my little eyes smart, with washing themselves in brine; I keep your Cock from his own roost? and mar such a sweet face? and wipe off that dainty red? and make Cupid toll the bell for your lovesick heart no, no, no, if he were Ioues own Ingle (Ganymede) fie, fie, fie, I'll none; your Chamber-fellow is within, thou shalt enjoy my bed, and thine own pleasure this night: Simperina conduct in this Lady; Frisco silence, ha, ha, ha; I am sorry to see a woman so tame a fool; come, come, come. Star of Venetian beauty, thanks; o who Can bear this wrong, and be a woman too? We are dishonoured, give us way, he dies, he dies. I charge you by your duties to the State, And love to gentry, sheath your weapons.
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Are two men transform'd into one woman? How now? what motion's this? By your leaue sweet beautie, pardon my excuse, which vnder the maske of Camilloes and my brothers names, sought entrance into this house: good Sweetnes, haue you not a propertie heere, improper to your house, my husband? Hah; your husband heere? Nay be as you seeme to be (white Doue) without gall. Gall? your husband? ha, ha, ha; by my ventoy (yellow Lady) you take your marke improper, no, no, no, my Suger-candie Mistris) your good man is not heere I assure you; heere? ha hah. Heere? Much husbands heere. Doe not mocke mee fairest Venetian; come, I knowe hee's heere: good faith I doe not blame him, for your beautie glides ouer his error; troth I am right glad that you (my Countrie woman) haue receiued the pawne of my affections: you cannot bee hard-harted, louing him, nor hate mee, for I loue him too: since wee both loue him, let vs not leaue him, till wee haue call'd home the ill husbandrie of a sweete Stragler; prethee (good wench) vse him well. So, so, so. If he deserue not to bee vsed well (as Ide bee loath he should deserue it) Ile ingage my selfe (deere beauty) to thine honest hart; giue me leaue to loue him, and Ile giue him a kinde of leaue to loue thee: I know he heer's me; I prethee try mine eyes, if they knowe him, that haue almost drown'd themselues in their owne salt water, because they cannot see him: In troth Ile not chide him; if I speake wordes rougher then soft kisses, my pennaunce shall bee to see him kisse thee, yet to holde my peace. And that's torment enough, alas poore wench. Shee's an Asse, by the crowne of my Mayden-head, Ide scratch her eyes out, if my man stood in her Tables. Good partener, lodge me in thy priuate bed, Where (in supposed follie) he may end, Determin'd sinne; thou smil'st, I know thou wilt; What loosenes may terme dotage (truelie read) Is loue ripe gather'd, not soone withered. Good troth (pretty wed-locke) thou makst my little eyes smart, with washing themselues in brine; I keep your Cocke from his owne roost? and mar such a sweete face? and wipe off that daintie red? and make Cupid tole the bell for your loue-sicke hart no, no, no, if he were Ioues own Ingle (Ganimed) fie, fie, fie, Ile none; your Chamber-fellow is within, thou shalt inioy my bed, and thine owne pleasure this night: Simperina conduct in this Ladie; Frisco silence, ha, ha, ha; I am sorrie to see a woman so tame a foole; come, come, come. Starre of Venetian beautie, thankes; ô who Can beare this wrong, and be a woman too? We are dishonour'd, giue vs way, he dyes, he dyes. I charge you by your dueties to the State, And loue to gentrie, sheath your weapons.