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 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Farewell simplicity, part of my shame farewell, Now Lady what say you of their exile? whatever you think good, I'll not term vile, By this rich burden in my worthless womb, Your handmaid is so subject to your will, That nothing which you do, to her seems ill. I am glad you are so patient, get you in, Thy like will never be, never hath been. Mario, Lepido? My gracious Lord. The hand of poverty held down your states, As it did Grissel's, and as her I raised, To shine in greatness sphere, so did mine eye, Through gilt beams of your births, therefore methinks Your soul should sympathize, and you should know, What passions in my Grissel's bosom flow, Faith tell me your opinions of my wife? She is as virtuous and as patient, As innocent, as patience itself. She merits much of love, little of hate, Only in birth she is unfortunate. ay, ay, the memory of that mirth doth kill me, She is with child you see, her travail past, I am determined she shall leave the Court, And live again with old Ianicola. Therein you show true wisdom. Do I indeed? Dear friends it shall be done, I'll have you two Rumour that presently, to the wide ears Of that newes-loving-beast the multitude, Go tell them for their sakes this shall be done. With wings we fly. Swifter than time we run. Begone then: oh these times, these impious times, How swift is mischief? with what nimble feet Doth envy gallop to do injury? They both confess my Grissel's innocence, They both admire her wondrous patience, Yet in their malice and to flatter me, Headlong they run to this impiety. Oh what's this world, but a confused throng Of fools and mad men, crowding in a thrust To shoulder out the wise, trip down the just. But I will try by self experience, And shun the vulgar sentence of the base, If I find Grissel strong in patience, These flatterers shall be wounded with disgrace, And whilst verse lives, the fame shall never die, Of Grissel's patience, and her constancy. Onophrio and Urcenze early met, every man take his stand, for there comes a most rich purchase of mirth: Emulo with his hand in a fair scarf, and Iulia he'll strip himself out of his shirt anon, for God's sake step in. My opinion is I shall never recuperate the legitimate office of this member my arm. signor Emulo. Sweet and accomplished Signiors. Ha ha, Madame you had a pitiful hand with this fool, but see he is recovered. But servant where is your other hand? See sweet mistress one is my prisoner. The other I have ta'en up with the fine finger. Look in his scarf Farneze for another, he has a third hand, and 'tis pitifully wounded he tells me, pitifully, pitifully. Wounded, oh palpable, come a demonstration of it. Give him your larded cloak signor to stop his mouth, for he will undo you with lies.
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Farewell simplicity, part of my shame farewell, Now Lady what say you of their exile? What euer you thinke good, Ile not terme vile, By this rich burthen in my worthles wombe, Your hand-maide is so subiect to your will, That nothing which you doe, to her seemes ill. I am glad you are so patient, get you in, Thy like will neuer be, neuer hath bin. Mario, Lepido? My gratious Lord. The hand of pouerty held downe your states, As it did Grissils, and as her I rays'd, To shine in greatnes sphere, so did mine eye, Through gilt beames of your births, therfore me thinkes Your soule should simpathize, and you should know, Wht passions in my Grissils bosome flowe, Faith tell me your opinions of my wife? She is as vertuous and as patient, As innocente, as patience it selfe. She merits much of loue, little of hate, Onely in birth she is vnfortuuate. I, I, the memory of that mirth doth kill me, She is with childe you see, her trauaile past, I am determined she shall leaue the Court, And liue againe with olde Ianicola. Therein you shew true wisedome. Doe I indeed? Deare friends it shall be done, Ile haue you two Rumour that presently, to the wide eares Of that newes-louing-beast the multitude, Goe tell them for their sakes this shall be done. With wings we flye. Swifter then time we run. Begone then: oh these times, these impious times, How swift is mischiefe? with what nimble feete Doth enuy gallop to doe iniury? They both confesse my Grissils innocence, They both admire her wondrous patience, Yet in their malice and to flatter me, Head-long they run to this impiety. Oh whats this world, but a confused throng Of fooles and mad men, crowding in a thrust To shoulder out the wise, trip downe the iust. But I will try by selfe experience, And shun the vulgar sentence of the base, If I finde Grissill strong in patience, These flatterers shall be wounded with disgrace, And whilst verse liues, the fame shall neuer dye, Of Grissils patience, and her constancy. Onophrio and Vrcenze early met, euery man take his stand, for there comes a most rich purchase of mirth: Emulo with his hand in a faire scarfe, and Iulia Hee'll strip himselfe out of his shirt anone, for Gods sake step in. My opinion is I shall neuer recuperate the legittimate office of this member my arme. Signior Emulo. Sweet and accomplisht Signiors. Ha ha, Madame you had a pitiful hand with this foole, but see he is recouered. But seruant where is your other hand? See sweet mistris one is my prisoner. The other I haue tane vp with the fine finger. Looke in his scarfe Farneze for an other, hee has a third hand, and tis pitifully wounded hee tels me, pitifully, pitifully. Wounded, oh palpable, come a demonstration of it. Giue him your larded cloake Signior to stop his mouth, for he will vndoe you with lyes.