Marston, John / Webster, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
What a natural fool is he that would be a pair of bodies to a woman's petticoat, to be trusst and pointed to them. Well, I'll dog my Lord, and the word is proper: for when I fawn upon him he feeds me; when I snap him by the fingers, he spits in my mouth. If a dogs death were not strangling, I had rather be one then a seruing-man: for the corruption of coin, is either the generation of a usurer, or a lousy beggar. I cannot sleep, my eyes ill neighbouring lids Will hold no fellowship: O thou pale sober night, Thou that in sluggish fumes all sense dost sleep: Thou that gives all the world full leave to play, Unbend'st the feebled veins of sweaty labour; The galleyslave, that all the toilsome day, Tugs at his oar, against the stubborn wave, Straining his rugged veins, shores fast: The stooping sithe-man that doth barb the field Thou makest wink sure: in night all creatures sleep, Only the Malcontent, that 'gainst his fate Repines and quarrels, alas he's goodman tell-clocke. His sallow jaw-bones sink with wasting moan, Whilst others beds are down, his pillows stone. Malevole. Elder of Israel, thou honest defect of wicked nature and obstinate ignorance, when did thy wife let thee lie with her? I am going Ambassador to Florence. Ambassador? now for thy country's honour: prithee do not put up mutton & porridge in thy cloak-bag: thy young Lady wife goes to Florence with thee too, does she not? No, I leave her at the palace. At the palace? now discretion shield man, for God's love let's ha' no more cuckolds: Hymen begins to put off his saffron rob, keep thy wife i'the state of grace, heart a truth, I would sooner leave my Lady singled in a Bordello, then in the Genoa Palace, sin there appearing in her sluttish shape, Would soon grow loathsome, even to blushessence, Surfeit would cloak intemperate appetite, Make the soul scent the rotten breath of lust. When in an Italian lascivious palace, a Lady guardianless, Left to the push of all allurement, The strongest incitements to immodesty, To have her bound, incensed with wantor sweets, Her veins filled high with heating delicates: Soft rest, sweet music, amorous Masquerers, lascivious banquets, sin itself gilded o'er, strong phantasie tricking up strange delights, presenting it dressed pleasingly to sense, sense leading it unto the soul, confirmed with potent example, impudent custom, enticed by that great bawd Opportunity, thus being prepared, clap to her easy ear, youth in good clothes, well shaped, rich, fair-spoken, promising-noble, ardent blood-full, witty, flattering: Ulysses absent, O Ithacan, chastest Penelope hold out. Mass I'll think on't, farewell. Farewell, take thy wife with thee, farewell. To Florence, 'em? it may prove good, it may, And we may once unmask our brows. My honoured Lord. Celso peace, how be't? speak low, pale fears suspect that hedges, walls and trees have ears: speak, how runs all?
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What a naturall foole is hee that would be a paire of bodies to a womans petti-cote, to bee trusst and pointed to them. Well, Ile dog my Lord, and the word is proper: for when I fawne vpon him hee feedes me; when I snap him by the fingers, hee spittes in my mouth. If a dogges death were not strangling, I had rather bee one then a feruing-man: for the corruption of coine, is either the generation of a vsurer, or a lowsie beggar. I cannot sleepe, my eyes ill neighbouring lids Will holde no fellowship: O thou pale sober night, Thou that in sluggish fumes all sence doost sleepe: Thou that giues all the world full leaue to play, Vnbendst the feebled veines of sweatie lbour; The gally-slaue, that all the tolesome day, Tugges at his oare, against the stubburne wae, Straining his rugged veines, sores fast: The stooping sithe-man that doth barbe the field Thou makest winke sure: in night all creatures sleepe, Onely the Malecontent, that gainst his fate Repines and quarrells, alas hee's goodman tell-clocke. His sallow iaw-bones sinke with wasting mone, Whilst others beds are downe, his pillowes stone. Maleuole. Elder of Israell, thou honest defect of wicked nature and obstinate ignorance, when did thy wife let thee lie with her? I am going Ambassadour to Florence. Ambassadour? now for thy countries honour: prethee do not put vp mutton & porridge in thy cloke-bagge: thy yong Lady wife goes to Florence with thee too, dooes she not? No, I leaue her at the pallace. At the pallace? now discretion sheelde man, for Gods loue lets ha no more cuckolds: Hymen beginnes to put off his saffron robe, keepe thy wife i'the state of grace, hart a truth, I would sooner leaue my Ladie singled in a Bordello, then in the Genoa Pallace, sinne there appearing in her luttish shape, Would soone grow loathsome, euen to blushessence, Surfet would cloke intemperate appetite, Make the soule scent the rotten breath of lust. When in an Italian lasciuious pallace, a Lady gardianlesse, Left to the push of all allurement, The strongest incitements to immodestie, To haue her bound, incensed with wantor sweetes, Her veines fild hie with heating delicates: Soft rest, sweete musicke, amorous Masquerers, lasciuious banquets, sinne it selfe gilt o're, strong phantafie tricking vp strange delightes, presenting it dressed pleasingly to sence, sence leading it vnto the soule, confirmed with potent example, impudent custome, inticed by that great bawde Opportunitie, thus being preparde, clap to her easie eare, youth in good clothes, well shapt, rich, faire-spoken, promising-noble, ardent blood-full, wittie, flattering: Visses absent, O Ithacan, chastest Penelope hold out. Masse Ile thinke on't, farewell. Farewell, take thy wife with thee, farewell. To Florence, vm? it may prooue good, it may, And we may once vnmaske our browes. My honourde Lord. Celso peace, how ist? speake low, pale feares suspect that hedges, walles and trees haue eares: speake, how runnes all?