Marston, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I hope I have one already. Nay, by mine honour madam, as good he near a husband, as a banished husband, he's in another world now, I'll tell the Lady, I have heard of a sect that maintained, when the husband was asleep, the wife might lawfully entertain another man: for then her husband was as dead, much more when he is banished. Unhonest creature: Pish, honesty is but an art to seem so: pray ye what's honesty? what's constancy? but fables feigned, odd old fools chat devised by jealous fools, to wrong our liberty. Mully, he that loves thee is a Duke, Mendozo, he will maintain thee royally, love the ardently, defend thee powerfully, marry thee sumptuously, and keep thee in despite of Rosciclere, or Donzell dell Phoebe's there's jewels, if thou wilt, so, if not, so. Captain, for God's love save poor wretchedness, From tyranny of lustful insolence: Enforce me in the deepest dungeon dwell Rather than here, here round about is hell. O my dearest Altofront where ere thou breath, Let my soul sink into the shades beneath: Before I stain thine honour, 'tis thou hast, And long as I can die, I will live chaste. 'gainst him that can enforce how vain is strife? She that can be enforced has near a knife. She that through force her limbs with lust enrols, Wants Cleopatra's asps and Portia's coals. God amend you. Now the fear of the Devil for ever go with thee. Maquerelle, I tell thee I have found an honest woman, faith I perceive when all is done, there is of women as of all other things: some good, most bad, some saints, some sinners: for as now adays no Courtier but has his mistress, no Captain but has his cockatrice, no Cuckold but has his horns, and no fool but has his father: even so no woman but has her weakness and feather too, no sex but has his: I can hunt the letter no further: O God how loathsome this toying is to me, that a Duke should be forced to fool it: well, Stultorumplena sunt omnia, better play the fool Lord, then be the fool Lord: now, where's your slights Madam Maquarelle? Why, are ye ignorant that 'tis said, a squeamish affected niceness is natural to women, and that the excuse of their yielding, is only forsooth the difficult obtaining, you must put her to't, women are flax, and will fire in a moment. Why was the flax put into thy mouth, and yet thou? thou set fire? thou inflame her. Mary, but I'll tell ye now, you were too hot, The fitter to have influenced the flaxwoman. You were too boisterous spleeny, for indeed. Go, go, thou art a weak panderess, now I see. ner earthes fire heauen it selfe shall waste, Than all with her can melt a mind that's chaste. Go thou the Duke's lime-twig, I'll make the Duke turn thee out of thine office, what not get one touch of hope, and had her at such advantage.
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I hope I haue one already. Nay, by mine honour madam, as good hee nere a husband, as a banisht husband, hees in an other world now, Ile tell y Lady, I haue heard of a sect that maintained, when the husband was asleepe, the wife might lawfully entertaine another man: for then her husband was as dead, much more when he is banished. Vnhonest creature: Pish, honesty is but an art to seeme so: pray yee whats honesty? whats constancie? but fables fained, odde old fools chat deuisde by ielous fooles, to wrong our liberty. Mully, he that loues thee is a Duke, Mendozo, he will maintaine thee royally, loue the ardently, defend thee powerfully, marrie thee sumptuously, and keepe thee in despight of Rosciclere, or Donzell dell Phebe theres wels, if thou wilt, so, if not, so. Captaine, for Gods loue saue poore wretchednesse, From tyranny of lustfull insolence: Inforce me in the deepest dungeon dwell Rather then heere, heere round about is hell. O my dear'st Altofront where ere thou breath, Let my soule sinke into the shades beneath: Before I staine thine honour, tis thou hast, And long as I can die▪ I will liue chaste. Gainst him that can enforce how vaine is strife? She that can be enforc'd haz nere a knife. She that through force her limbes with lust enroules, Wants Cleopatraes aspes and Portiaes coales. God amend you. Now the feare of the Diuell for euer go with thee. Maquerelle, I tell thee I haue found an honest woman, faith I perceiue when all is done, there is of women as of all other things: some good, most bad, some saintes, some sinners: for as now adaies no Courtier but haz his mistris, no Captaine but haz his cockatrice, no Cuckold but haz his hornes, and no foole but haz his fther: even so no woman but haz her weaknesse and feather too, no sex but haz his: I can hunt the letter no furder: O God how loathsome this toying is to me, that a Duke should be ford to foole it: well, Stultorūplena sunt omnia, better play the foole Lord, then be the foole Lord: now, wheres your slightes Madam Maquarelle? Why, are yee ignorant that tis sed, a squemish affected nicenes is naturall to women, and that the excuse of their yeelding, is onely forsooth the difficult obtaining, you must put her too', women are flaxe, and will fire in a moment. Why was the flax put into thy mouth, and yet thou? thou set fire? thou enflame her. Mary, but Ile tell yee now, you were too ho ▪ The fitter to haue the flaxwoman. You were too boisterous ▪ for indeede. , thou art a weake pandres, now I se. ner earthes fire heauen it selfe shall waste, Then all with he cn mel a minde that's chaste. Go thou the Dukes lime-twigge, Ile make the Duke turne thee out of thine office, what not get one touch of hope, and at such advantage.