How a Man May Choose a Good Wife from a Bad · chunk 35 of 43
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 [c.1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Worcester's Men T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c typicality 0.86 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
Why you Jack sauce, you Cuckold, you what not, What am not I of age sufficient To go and come still when my pleasure serves, But must I have you sir to question me? Not have my will? yes I will have my will. I had a wife would not have used me so, But she is dead. Not have her will, sir she shall have her will, She says she will, and sir I say she shall. Not have her will? that were a jest indeed. Who says she shall not, if I be disposed To man her forth, who shall find fault with it? What's he that dare say black's her eye? Though you be married sir, yet you must know That she was ever borne to have her will. Not have her will, God's passion I say still, A woman's nobody that wants her will. Where is my spirit, what shall I maintain A strumpet with a Brabo and her bawd, To beard me out of my authority. What am I from a master made a slave? A slave? nay worse, dost thou maintain my man, And this my maid? 'tis I maintain them both. I am thy wife, I will not be dressed so While thy Gold lasts, but then most willingly I will bequeath thee to flat beggary. I do already hate thee, do thy worst, Nay touch me if thou darest: what shall he beat me? I'll make him seek his fingers 'mongst the dogs, That dares to touch my Mistress: never fear, My sword shall smooth the wrinkles of his brows That bends a frown upon my Mistress. I had a wife would not have used me so, But God is just. Now Arthur, if I knew What in this world would most torment thy soul, That I would do: would all my evil usage Could make thee straight despair, and hang thyself. Now I remember, where is Arthur's man Pipkin, that slave? go turn him out of doors, None that loves Arthur, shall have house-room here. Yonder he comes, Brabo discard the fellow. Shall I be overmastered in my own? Be thyself Arthur, strumpet he shall stay. What shall he Brabo, shall he Mistress Splay? Shall he? he shall not: breathes there any living, Dares say he shall, when Brabo says he shall not? Is there no law for this? she is my wife, Should I complain, I should be rather mocked: I am content, keep by thee whom thou list. Discharge whom thou thinkst good, do what thou wilt, Rise, go to bed, stay at home, or go abroad At thy good pleasure keep all companies: So that for all this, I may have but peace. Be unto me as I was to my wife, Only give me what I denied her then, A little love, and some small quietness. If he displease thee, turn him out of doors.
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Why you Iacke sawce, you Cuckold, you what not, What am not I of age sufficient To go and come still when my pleasure serues, But must I haue you sir to question me? Not haue my will? yes I will haue my will. I had a wife would not haue vsde me so, But shee is dead. Not haue her will, sir she shall haue her will, She saies she will, and sir I say she shall. Not haue her will? that were a Ieast indeed. Who saies she shall not, if I be disposde To man her forth, who shall finde fault with it? What's he that dare say black's her eie? Though you be married sir, yet you must know That she was euer borne to haue her will. Not haue her wil, Gods passion I say still, A woman's no bodie that wants her will. Where is my spirit, what shal I maintaine A strumpet with a Brabo and her bawd, To beard me out of my authortie. What am I from a maister made a slaue? A slaue? nay worse, dost thou maintain my man, And this my maide? tis I maintaine them both. I am thy wife, I will not be drest so While thy Gold lasts, but then most willingly I will bequeath thee to flat beggerie. I do alreadie hate thee, do thy worst, Nay touch me if thou darst: what shall he beate me? Ile make him seeke his fingers mongst the dogges, That dares to touch my Mistresse: neuer feare, My sword shall smooth the wrinckles of his browes That bends a frowne vpon my Mistresse. I had a wife would not haue vsde me so, But God is iust. Now Arthur, if I knew What in this world would most torment thy soule, That I would doo: would all my euill vsage Could make thee straight dispaire, and hang thy selfe. Now I remember, where is Arthurs man Pipkin, that slaue? go turne him out of doores, None that loues Arthur, shall haue house-roome here. Yonder he comes, Brabo discard the fellow. Shall I be ouermaistred in my owne? Be thy selfe Arthur, strumpet he shall stay. What shall he Brabo, shall he Mistris Splay? Shall he? he shall not: breathes there any liuing, Dares say he shall, when Brabo saies he shall not? Is there no law for this? she is my wife, Should I complaine, I should be rather mockt: I am content, keepe by thee whom thou list. Discharge whom thou thinkst good, do what thou wilt, Rise, go to bed, stay at home, or go abroad At thy good pleasure keepe all companies: So that for all this, I may haue but peace. Be vnto me as I was to my wife, Onely giue me what I denied her then, A litle loue, and some small quietnesse. If he displease thee, turne him out of doores.