Chapman, George · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · before the Court unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
By heaven, this month I touched not a Theorbo. Touched a Theorbo? mark the very word. Sirrah, go fetch. If you will have it, I must needs confess, I am no husband of my qualities. See what a Caper there was! See again. The best that ever; and how it becomes him! O that his father saw these qualities! Nay, that's the very wonder of his wit, To carry all without his father's knowledge. Why, we might tell him now. No but we could not, Although we think we could: his wit doth charm us. Come sweet Val, touch and sing. Foot, will you hear The worst voice in Italy? O God, sir. He sings. Courtiers, how like you this? Believe it excellent. Is it not natural? If my father heard me, Foot, he'd renounce me for his natural son. By heaven, Valerio, and I were thy father, And loved good qualities as I do my life, I'd disinherit thee: for I never heard Dog howl with worse grace. Go to, Signeur Courtier, You deal not courtly now to be so plain, Nor nobly, to discourage a young Gentleman, In virtuous qualities, that has but stolen 'em. Call you this touching a Theorbo? Omn. ha, ha, ha. How now, what's here? zounds, a plot laid to gull thee. Could thy wit think the voice was worth the hearing? This was the Courtiers and the Cuckolds project. And be't cene so? 'tis very well, mast Courtier, & Dan Cornuto, i'll cry quit with both: And first, i'll cast a jar betwixt them both, with firing the poor Cuckold's jealousy. I have a tale will make him mad, And turn his wife divorced loose amongst us. But first let's home, and entertain my wife. O father, pardon, I was borne to gull thee. How happy am I, that by this sweet means I gain access to your lost loved sight, And there withal to utter my full love, Which but for vent would burn my entrails up! byth' mass they talk too softly. Little thinks The austere mind my thrifty father bears, That I am vowed to you, and so am bound From him: who for more riches he would force On my disliking fancy. 'tis no fault, With just deeds to defraud an injury. My daughter is persuading him to yield In dutiful submission to his father. Do I not dream? do I behold sight With waking eyes? or from the Ivory gate Hath Morpheus sent a vision to delude me? Is 't possible that I a mortal man, Should shrine within mine arms so bright a Goddess, The fair Gratiana, beauties little world! What have we here? My dearest Mine of Gold, All this that thy white arms enfold, Account it as thine own freehold. God's my dear soul, what sudden change is here! I ll how this geare will fall out yth. Fortunio, sister; come, let's to the garden.
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By heauen, this moneth I toucht not a Theorbo. Toucht a Theorbo? marke the very word. Sirra, goe fetch. If you will haue it, I must needs confesse, I am no husband of my qualityes. See what a Caper there was! See agayne. The best that euer; and how it becomes him! O that his father saw these qualityes! Nay, that's the very wonder of his wit, To carry all without his fathers knowledge. Why, we might tell him now. No but we could not, Although we think we could: his wit doth charme vs. Come sweet Val, touch and sing. Foote, will you heare The worst voyce in Italy? O God, sir. He sings. Courtiers, how like you this? Beleeue it excellent. Is it not naturall? If my father heard me, Foot, hee'd renounce me for his naturall sonne. By heauen, Valerio, and I were thy father, And lou'd good qualities as I doe my life, Ide disinherit thee: for I neuer heard Dog howle with worse grace. Go to, Signeur Courtier, You deale not courtly now to be so playne, Nor nobly, to discourage a young Gentleman, In vertuous qualityes, that has but stolne vm. Call you this touching a Theorbo? Omn. ha, ha, ha. How now, what's heere? Zoones, a plot layd to gull thee. Could thy wit thinke the voyce was worth the hearing? This was the Courtiers and the Cuckolds proiect. And ist ene so? tis very well, mast Courtier, & Dan Cornuto, ile cry quit with both: And first, ile cast a iarre betwixt them both, with firing the poore cuckolds ielousy. I haue a tale will make him madde, And turne his wife diuorced loose amongst vs▪ But first let's home, and entertayne my wife. O father, pardon, I was borne to gull thee. How happy am I, that by this sweet meanes I gayne accesle to your ost loued sight, And there withall to vttr my full loue, Which but for vent would burne my entrayles vp! Byth masle they talke too soly. Little thinks The mind my thrifty father beares, That I am vod to you, and so am bound From him: who for more riches he would force On my dislking fancy. Tis no fault, With st dds to defraud an iniury. My daughter is perswading him to yeeld In dutifull to his . Do I not dreame? do I be hold this sight With waking eyes? or rom the Jory gate Hath Morpheus sent a vision to delude me? possible that I a mortall man, Should shrine within mine armes so bright a Goddesse, The fayre Gratiana, beautyes little world! What haue we here? My dearest Myne of Gold, All this that thy white armes enfold, Account it as thine owne free-hold. Gods my deare soule, what sudd change is here! I ll how this geare will fall out yth. Frtunio, sistr; come, lt's to the garden.