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 0.79 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
And why me, More then thy selfe, or these two other whe? You all have basted him as well as I. I wonder what's the cause. Nay, that he knows, And swears withal, that wheresoe'er he meets you, he'll mark you for a marker of men's wines. Pray heaven he be not jealous by some tales That have been told him lately: did you never Attempt his wife? hath no loves Harbinger, No looks, no letters passed twixt you and her? For look I cannot answer; I bestow them At large, and carelessly, much like the Sun: If any be so foolish to apply them To any private fancy of their own, (As many do) it's not my fault, thou knowest. Well, Dariotto, this set face of thine (If thou be guilty of offence to him) Comes out of very want of wit and feeling What danger haunts thee: for Cor Is a tall man, I tell you; and 'twere best You shunned his sight awhile, till we might get His patience, or his pardon: for past doubt Thou diest if he but see thee. Foot, he comes. Is this the Cockatrice that kills with sight? How dost thou boy? ha? Well. What, lingering still About this paltry town? hadst thou been ruled By my aduice, thou hadst by this time b A gallant courtier, and at least a Knight: I would have got thee dubbed by this time certain. And why then did you not yourself that honour: Tush, 'tis more honour still to make a Knight, Then 'tis to be a Knight: to make a Cuckold, Then 'tis to be a Cuckold. You're a villain. God shield man: villain? ay, i'll prove thee one. What, wilt thou prove a villain? By this light thou deceiv'st me then. Well, sir, thus I prove it. Hold, hold, raise the streets. Cornelio. Hold, Darioto, hold. What, art thou hurt? A scratch, a scratch. Go sirrah, fetch a Surgeon. You'll set a badge on the jealous fools head, sir; Now set a Coxcomb on your own. What's the cause of these warres, D? Foot, I know not. Well, sir, know and spare not; I will presently be divorced, and then take her amongst ye. Diuorst nay good Cor. By this sword I will, the world shall not dissuade me. Why this has been your fault now Darioto, You youths have fashions when you have obtained: A Lady's favour, straight your hat must wear it, Like a jackdaw that when he lights upon A dainty morsel kaas and makes his brags, And then some kite doth scoop it from him straight, Where if he fed without his dawish noise, He might fare better, and have less disturbance: Forbear it in this case; and when you prove, Victorious over fair Gazetta's Fort, Do not for pity sound your trump for joy, But keep your valour close, and t is your honour.
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Length
487 words · 680 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.787 (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)
And why me, More then thy selfe, or these two other whe? You all haue basted him as well as I. I wonder what's the cause. Nay, that he knowes, And sweares withall, that wheresoere he meets you, Heele marke you for a marker of mens wines. Pray heauen he be not ielous by some tal That haue bin told him lately: did you neuer Attempt his wife? hath no Loues Harbenger, No looks, no letters past twixt you and her? For looke I cannot answere; I bestow them At large, and carelesly, much like the Sunne: If any be so foolish to apply them To any priuate fancy of their owne, (As many doe) it's not my fault, thou knowest. Well, Dariotto, this set face of thine (If thou be guilty of offence to him) Comes out of very want of wit and feeling What danger haunts thee: for Cor a tall man, I tell you; and 'twere best You shund his sight awhile, till we might get His patience, or his pardon: for past doubt Thou dyest if he but see thee. Foot, he comes. Is this the Cockatrice that kils with ? How doest thou boy? ha? Well. What, lingring still About this paltry towne? hadst thou bin ruld By my aduice, thou hadst by this time b A gallant Courtyer, and at least a Knight: I would haue got thee dubd by this time ertayne. And why then did you not your selfe that honour▪ Tush, tis more honour still to make a Knight, Then tis to be a Knight: to make a Cuckold, Then tis to be a Cuckold. Y'are a villayne. God shield man: villayne? I, ile proue thee one. What, wilt thou proue a villayne? By this light thou decyu'st me then. Well, sir, thus I proue it. Hold, hold, rayse the streets. Corneo. Hold, Darioto, hold. What, a thou hurt? A scratch, a scratch. Goe sirra, fetch a Surgeon. Youle set a badge on the ielous fooles head, sir; Now set a Coxcombe on your owne. What's the cause of these warres, D? Foot, I know not. Well, si, know and spare not; I will presently bee diuorst, and then take her amongst ye. Diuorst nay good Cor. By this sword I will, the world shall not disswade me. Why this has bin your fault now Darioto, You youths haue fashions when you haue obtei'nd: A Ladies fauour, straight your hat must we it, Like a Iacke-daw that when he lights vpon A dainty morsell aas and makes his brags, And then some kite doth scoope it from him straight, Where if he fed without his dawish noise, He might fare better, and haue lesse disturbance: Forbeare it in this case; and when you proue, Victorious ouer faire Gazettas Forte, Doe not for pittie sound your trumpe for ioy, But keepe your valour close, and your honour.