Chapman, George · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · before the Court T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.77 · 525 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Well, th'evening crowns the day, Persever to the end, my wit hath put Blind Fortune in a string into your hand, Use it discreetly, keep it from your Father, Or you may bid all your good days good night. Let me alone boy. Well sir, now to vary The pleasures of our wits, thou know'st Valerio Here is the new turned Gentleman's fair wife, That keeps thy wife and sister company; With whom the amorous Courtier Doriotto Is far in love, and of whom her sour husband Is passing jealous, puts on Eagles eyes To pry into her carriage. Shall we see. If he be now from home, and visit her. See, see, the prisoner comes. But soft Sir, see Her jealous jailor follows at her heels: Come, we will watch some fitter time to board her, And in the mean time seek out our mad crew. My spirit longs to swagger. Go to youth, walk not too boldly, if the Sergeants meet you; You may have swaggering work your belly full. No better Copesmates, I'll go seek 'im out with this light in my hand, The slaves grow proud with seeking out of us. A pretty work, I pray what flowers are these? The Pancy this. O that's for lovers thoughts. What's that, a Columbine? No, that thankless Flower fits not my Garden. Him? yet it may mine: This were a pretty present for some friend, Some gallant Courtier, as for Doriotto, One that adores you in his soul I know. Me? why me more than yourself I pray? O yes, he adores you, and adhorns me: i'faith deal plainly, Do not his kisses relish Much better than such peasants as I am? Whose kisses? Doriottoes; does he not? The thing you wot on? What thing good Lord? Why Lady, lie with you? Lie with me? I with you. You with me indeed. Nay I am told that he lies with you too, And that he is the only Whoremaster About the City. If he be so only, 'tis a good hearing that there are no more, Well Mistress well, I will not be abused, Think not you dance in Nets; for though you do not Make broad profession of your love to him, i' et do I understand your darkest language, Your treads ath' toe, your secret jogs and wrings: Your enter course of glances: every tittle Of your close Amorous rites I understand, They speak as loud to me, as if you said, My dearest Dariotto, I am thine. Iesus what moods are these? did ever Husband Follow his Wife with Ielosie so vniu? That once I loved you, you yourself will swear. And if I did, where did you lose my Love? In deed this strange and undeserved usage, Hath power to shake a heart were near so settled: But I protest all your unkindness, never Had strength to make me wrong you, but in thought. No, not with Doriotto? No by heaven. No Letters past, nor no designs for meeting? No by my hope of heaven. Well, no time past, Go go; go in and sow. Well, be it so.
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Length
525 words · 707 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.771 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T26 · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Well, th'euening crownes the daie, Perseuer to the end, my wit hath put Blinde Fortunne in a string into your hand, Vse it discreetlie, keepe it from your Father, Or you may bid all your good daies good night. Let me alone boy. Well sir, now to varie The pleasures o our wits, thou knowst Valerio Here is the new turnd Gentlemans faire wife, That keepes thy wife and sister companie; With whome the amorous Courtier Doto Is fare in loue, and of whome her sowre husband Is passing , puts on Eagles eies To into her carriage. Shall wee see. If he be now from home, and visite her. See, see, the prisoner comes. But soft Sir, see Her ielous Iaylor followes at her heeles▪ Come, we will watch some fitter time to boord her, And in the meane time seeke out our mad crue. My spirit to swagger. Go too youth, walke not too boldly, if the Sergeants meete you; You may haue swaggering worke your bellie full. No better Copesmates, Ile go seeke im out with this light in my hand, The slaues grow proud with seeking out of vs. A prettie worke, I pray what flowers are these▪ The Pancie this. O thats for louers thoughtes. Whats that, a Columbine? No, that thankles Flower fitts not my Garden. Him? yet it may mine▪ This were a pretrie present for some friend, Some gallant Courtier, as for Doriotto, One that ado you in his soule I know. Mee? why mee more then your selfe I pray▪ O ye, h adores you, and adhornes mee▪ Y faith deale plainelie, Doe not his kisses relish Much better then such Pessants as I am? Whose kisses? Doriottoes; does he not? The thing you wot on? What thing good Lord? Why Lady, lie with you? Lie with mee? I with you. You with mee indeed. Nay I am told that he lies with you too, And that he is the onely Whore-maister About the Cittie. Yf he be so onely, Tis a good hearing that there are no more, Well Mistresse well, I will not be abusde, Thinke not you daunce in Netts; for though you do not Make brode profession of your loue to him, Y et do I vnderstand your darkest language, Your treads ath'toe, your secret iogges and wringes: Your enter course of glaunces: euery tittle Of your close Amorous rites I vnderstand, They speake as loud to mee, as if you said, My dearest Dariotto, I am thine. Iesus what moodes are these? did euer Husband Follow his Wife with Ielosie so vniu? That once I lou'd you, you your selfe will sweare. And if I did, where did you lose my Loue▪ In deed this strang and vndeserued vsage, Hath powre to shake a heart were nere so sled: But I protest all your vnkindnes, neuer Had strength to make me wrong you, but in thought. No, not with Doriotto? No by heauen. No Letters past, nor no designes for meeting? No by my hope of heauen. Well, no time past, Goe goe; goe in and sow▪ Well, bee it so.