Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Your virtuous wife. Call her not virtuous, For I abhor her, did not her swollen eyes Look red with hate or scorn? did she not curse My name or Furio's name? No my dear Lord. For he and I railed at her, spit at her, I'll burst her heart with sorrow, for I grieve To see you grieve that I have wronged my state, By loving one whose baseness now I hate. Come faster if you can forbear Mario, 'tis but her office: what she does to me, She Shall perform to any of you three, I am glad to see her pride thus trampled down Now serve Mario, then serve Lepido: And as you bow to me, so bend to them. I'll not deny't to win a diadem. Your wisdom I commend that have the power To raise or throw down as you smile or lower. Your patience I commend that can abide, To hear a flatterer speak yet never chide. Hence, hence dare you control them whom I grace Come not within my sight. I will obey, And if you please, near more behold the day. Furio? My Lord, Watch her where she goes, And mark how in her looks this trial shows. I will. Mario, Lepido, I loathe this Grissel, As sick men loathe the bitterest potion Which the physicians hand holds out to them, For God's sake frown upon her when she smiles, For God's sake smile for joy to see her frown, For God's sake scorn her, call her beggars brat, Torment her with your looks, your words your deeds, My heart shall leap for joy, that her heart bleeds, Wilt thou do this Mario? If you say. Mario, do this I must in it obey. I know you must, so Lepido must you 'tis well; but counsel me what's best to do, How shall I please my subjects? do but speak, I'll do it though Grissel's heart in sunder break. Your subjects do repine at nothing more, Than to behold Ianicola her Father, And her base brother lifted up so high. To banish them from Court were policy. Oh rare, oh profound wisdom, dear Marie, It forthwith shall be done, they shall not stay, Though I may win by them a kingdoms sway, Mario laugh at this. Why so I do. Headlong I had rather fall to misery. Then see a beggar raised to dignity. Boy how sits my rapier: la sol la sol. etc. It hangs as even as a chandler's beam. Some of them deserve to hang upon a beam for that evenness, boy learn to give every man his due, give the hangman his due, for he's a necessary member. That's true, for he cuts of many wicked members. he's an excellent barber, he shaves most cleanly But page how dost thou like the Court? Prettily and so, Faith so do I prettily and so: I am weary of being a courtier Boy.
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Your vertuous wife. Call her not vertuous, For I abhorre her, did not her swolne eyes Looke red with hate or scorne? did she not curse My name or Furioes name? No my deare Lord. For he and I raild at her, spit at her, Ile burst her heart with sorrow, for I grieue To see you grieue that I haue wrong'd my state, By louing one whose basenes now I hate. Come faster if you can forbeare Mario, Tis but her office: what she does to mée, She Shall performe to any of you three, I am glad to see her pride thus trampeled downe Now serue Mario, then serue Lepido: And as you bowe to me, so bend to them. Ile not deni't to win a diademe. Your wisdome I commend that haue ye power To raise or throw downe as you smile or lower. Your patience I commend that can abide, To heare a flatterer speake yet neuer chide. Hence, hence dare you controule thē whome I grace Come not within my sight. I will obey, And if you please, nere more beholde the day. Furio? My Lorde, Watch her where she goes, And marke how in her lookes this tryeall shewes. I will. Mario, Lepido, I loath this Grissill, As sicke men loath the bitterest potion Which the Phisitions hand holdes out to them, For Gods sake frowne vpon her when she smiles, For Gods sake smile for ioy to see her frowne, For Gods sake scorne her, call her beggers brat, Torment her with your lookes, your words your déedes, My heart sha'l leape for ioy, that her heart bleedes, Wilt thou doe this Mario? If you say. Mario, doe this I must in it obey. I know you must, so Lepido must you Tis well; but counsell me whats best to doe, How shall I please my subiects? doe but speake, Ile doe it though Grissills heart in sunder breake. Your subiects doe repine at nothing more, Then to beholde Ianicola her Father, And her base brother lifted vp so high. To banish them from Court were pollicie. Oh rare, oh profound wisedome, deare Marie, It foorthwith shall be done, they shall not stay, Though I may win by them a Kingdomes sway, Mario laugh at this. Why so I doe. Hedlong I had rather fall to miserie. Then see a begger rais'd to dignitie. Boy how sits my rapier: la sol la sol. &c. It hangs as euen as a chandlers beame. Some of them deserue to hang vpon a beame for that euennes, boy learne to give euery man his due, giue the hangman his due, for hee's a necessary member. Thats true, for he cuts of manie wicked mēbers. Hees an excellent barber, he shaues most cleanly But page how dost thou like the Court? Prettilie and so, Faith so doe I pretlie and so: I am wearie of being a Courtiour Boy.