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 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
'tis excellent good, sir; I do take you, sir, d'ye see? to be, as it were bastard to the saucy Courtier, that would have me father more of your fraternity, d'ye see? & so are instructed (as we hear) to second that villain with your tongue, which he has acted with his Tenure piece, d'ye see? No such matter, a my credit, sir. Well, sir, be as be may, I scorn to set my head against yours, d'ye see? when in the mean time I will firk your father, whether you see or no. God's my life, Cornelio. H at your father ifaith, boy, if he can find him. See, he comes here, he has missed him. How now, my hearts, what, not a wench amongst you? 'tis a sign you're not in the grace of wenches, That they will let you be thus long alone. Well, Dariotto, glory not too much, That for thy brisk attire and lips perfumed, Thou play playest the Stallion ever where thou com'st; And like the husband of the flock, runnest through The whole town heard, and no man's bed secure: No woman's honour unattempted by thee. Think not to be thus fortunate for ever: But in thy amorous conquests at the last Some wound will slice your mazer: Mars himself Fell into Vulcan's snare, and so may you. Alas, alas, faith I have but the name: I love to court and win; and the consent, Without the act obtained, is all I seek. I love the victory that draws no blood. O, 'tis a high desert in any man To be a secret Lecher; I know some, That (like thyself) are true in nothing else. And, methinks, it is nothing, if not told; At least the joy is never full before. Well, Dariotto, thou'dst as good confess, The Sun shines broad upon your practises. Vulcan will wake and intercept you one day. Why, the more jealous knave and coxcomb he. What, shall the shaking of his bed a little Put him in motion? It becomes him not; Let him be dulled and stalled, and then be quiet. The way to draw my custom to his house, Is to be mad and jealous; 'tis the sauce That whets my appetite. Or any : Sine periculo friget lusus. They that are jealous, use it still of purpose To draw you to their houses. ay, by heaven, I am of that opinion. Who would steal Out of a common Orchard? Let me gain My love with labour, and enjoy't with fear, Or I am gone. What, Dariotto here? Foot, dar'st thou come near Cornelio's house? Why? is the Bull run mad? what ails he, trow? I know not what he ails; but I would wish you To keep out of the reach of his sharp horns: For by this hand he'll gore you.
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Tis excellent good, sir; I do take you, sir, d'ye see? to be, as it were bastard to the sawcy Courtier, that would haue me father more of your fraternity, d'ye see? & so are instructed (as we heare) to second that villayne with your toung, which he has acted with his Tenure piece, d'ye see? No such matter, a my credit, sir. Wel, sir, be as be may, I scorn to set my head against yours, d'ye see? when in the meane time I will fircke your father, whether you see or no. Gods my life, Corn. H at your father ifaith, boy, if he can find him. See, he comes here, he has mist him. How now, my hearts, what, not a wench amongst you? Tis a signe y'are not in the grace of wenches, That they will let you be thus long alone. Well, Dariotto, glory not too much, That for thy briske attyre and lips perfumde, Thou play est the Stally on euer where thou com'st; And like the husband of the flocke, runn'st through The whole towne heard, and no mans bed secure: No womans honour vnattempted by thee. Thinke not to be thus fortunate for euer: But in thy amorous conquests at the last Some wound will slice your mazer: Mars himselfe Fell into are, and so may you. Alas, alas, fayth I haue but the name: I loue to court and wynne; and the consent, Without the act obtayn'd, is all I seeke. I loue the victory that drawes no bloud. O, tis a high desert in any man To be a secret Lecher; I know some, That (like thy selfe) are true in nothing else. And, me thinks, it is nothing, if not told; At least the ioy is neuer full before. Well, Dariotto, th'had as good confesse, The Sunne shines broad vpon your practises. Vulcan will wake and intercept you one day. Why, the more ielous knaue and coxcombe he. VVhat, shall the shaking of his bed a little Put him in motion? It becomes him not; Let him be duld and stald, and then be quiet. The way to draw my costome to his house, Is to be mad and ielous; tis the sauce That whets my appetite. Or any : Sine pculo sus. They that are ielous, vse it still of purpose To draw you to their houses. I, by heauen, I am of that opinion. Who would steale Out of a common Orchard? Let me gayne My loue with labour, and inioy't with feare, Or I am gone. What, Dariotto here? Foot, dar'st thou come neere Coes house? Why? is the Bull run mad? what ayles h, trow? I know not what he ayles; but I would wish you To keepe out of the reach of his sharpe hornes: For by this hand heele gore you.