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 · 490 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.
'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 Cleopatres asps and Portia's coals. God amend you. Now the fear of the devil for ever go with thee. Marquerelle 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, & no fool but has his feather: even so, no woman but has her weakness & feather too, no sex but has his: I can hunt the letter no farther: o God, how loathsome this toying is to me, that a duke should be forced to fool it: well, Stultorum plena 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 nicences 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, & yet thou? thou set fire? thou inflame her? Marry, but I'll tell ye now, you were too hot. The fitter to have inflamed the flaxwoman. You were to boisterous, spleeny, for indeed. Go, go, thou art a weak panderess, now I see. Sooner earth's fire heaven itself shall waste, Then all with heat 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, & had her at such advantage. Now a my conscience, now I think in my discretion, we did not take her in the right sign, the blood was not in the true vein, sure. Make way there the Duke returns from the inthronment Malevole. Out rogue. Malevole. Hence ye gross jawed pessantly, out go. Nay sweet Malevole, since my return, I hear you are become the thing I always prophesied would be, an advanced virtue, a worthily employed faithfulness a man a grace, dear friend. Come; what? Si quoties peccant homines. If as often as courtiers play the knaves honest men should be angry. Why look ye, we must collouge sometimes, forswear sometimes. Be dammed sometimes. Right Nemo omnibus horis sapit. No man can be honest at all hours. Necessity often depraves virtue. I will commend thee to the Duke. Do let us be friends man. And knaves man. Right, let us prosper and purchase, our lordships shall live and our knavery be forgotten. He that by any ways gets riches his means never shames him. True. For impudency and faithlessness are the main stays to greatness.
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Gainst him that can inforce, how vaine is striefe? She that can be enforc'd haz nere a knife? She that through force her limbes with lust enroules, Wants Cleopatres aspes and Portiaes coales. God amend you. Now the feare of the diuell for euer goe with thee. Marquerelle 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 saints, some-sinners: for as now adaies, no Courtier but haz his misris, no Captaine but haz his cockatrice, no Cuckold but haz his hornes, & no foole but haz his feather: euen so, no womā but haz her weakenes & feather too, no sex but haz his: I can hunt the letter no farder: ô God, how loathsome this toying is to me, that a duke should be forc'd to foole it: well, Stultorum plena sunt omnia, better play the foole Lord, then be the foole Lord: now, where's your slights Madam Maquarelle? Why, are yee ignorant that tis sed, a squemish affected nicences is naturall to women, and that the excuse of their yeelding, is onely (forsooth) the difficult obtaining. You must put her too't: women are flaxe, and will fire in a moment. Why, was the flax put into thy mouth, & yet thou? thou set fire? thou enflame her? Marry, but Ile tell yee now, you were too hot. The fitter to haue enflamed the flaxwoman. You were to boisterous, spleeny, for indeede. Go, go, thou art a weake pandresse, now I see. Sooner earths fire heauen it selfe shall waste, Then all with heate can melt a minde that's chaste. Go thou the Dukes lime-twig, Ile make the Duke turne thee out of thine office. what, not get one touch of hope, & had her at such aduantage. Now a my conscience, now I thinke in my discretion, we did not take her in the right signe, the bloud was not in the true veine, sure. Make way there the Duke returnes from the inthronmēt Maleuole. Out roage. Maleuole. Hence yee grosse iawd pessantly, out go. Nay sweete Maleuole, since my returne, I heare you are become the thinge I alwayes prophesied would be, an advanced virtue, a worthely imployed faithfulnesse a man a grace, deere friend. Come; what? Si quoties peccant homines. If as often as courtiers play the knaues honest men should be angrie. Why looke yee, we must collouge sometimes, forsweare sometimes. Be damd somtimes. Right Nemo omnibus horis sapit. No man can be honest at all howers. Necessitie often depraues vertue. I will commend thee to the Duke. Do let vs be friends man. And knaues man. Right, let vs prosper and purchase, our lordships shall liue and our knauery be forgotten. He that by any wayes gets riches his meanes neuer shames him. True. For impudencie and faithlesnes are the maine stayes to greatnesse.