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 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
All at one blow; my helmet yet unbruised, I have unhorsed, laid flat on earth for Gulls; Now in what taking poor Cornelio is, Betwixt his large divorce, and no divorce, I long to see, and what he will resolve: I lay my life he cannot chew his meat, And looks much like an Ape had swallowed pills, And all this comes of bootless jealousy: And see where bootless jealousy appears. I'll board him straight; how now Cornelio? Are you resolved on the divorce or no? What's that to you? look to your own affairs, The time requires it; are not you engaged In some bonds forfeit for Valerio? Yes, what of that? Why so am I myself, And both our dangers great, he is arrested On a recognisance, by a usuring slave. Arrested? I am sorry with my heart, It is a matter may import me much, May not our bail suffice to free him think you? I think it may, but I must not be seen in't, Nor would I wish you, for we both are parties, And liker far to bring ourselves in trouble, Then bear him out: I have already made Means to the officers to sequester him In private for a time, till some in secret Might make his Father understand his state, Who would perhaps take present order for him, Rather than suffer him t'endure the shame Of his imprisonment; Now, would you but go And break the matter closely to his Father, (As you can wisely do't) and bring him to him, This were the only way to save his credit, And to keep off a shroud blow from ourselves. I know his Father will be moved past measure. Nay if you stand on such nice ceremonies, Farewell our substance: extreme diseases Ask extreme remedies, better he should storm Some little time, than we be beat for ever Under the horrid shelter of a prison, Where is the place? 'tis at the half Moon Tavern, Hast, for the matter will abide no stay. Heaven send my speed be equal with my haste. Go shallow scholar, you that make all Gulls, You that can outsee clear-eyed jealousy, Yet make this slight a Millstone, where your brain Sticks in the midst amazed: This Gull to him And to his fellow Guller, shall become More bitter than their baiting of my humour: Here at this Tavern shall Gostanzo find, Fortunio, Darioto, Claudio, And amongst them, the ringleader his son His husband, and his Saint Valerio, That knows not of what fashion Dice are made, Nor ever yet looked towards a red lettuce, (Thinks his blind Sire) at drinking and at Dice, With all their wenches, and at full discover His own gross folly, and his sons distempers, And both shall know (although I be no scholar) Yet I have thus much Latin, as to say Iam sumus ergo pares.
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All at one blow; my helmet yet vnbruisde, I haue vnhorst, laid flat on earth for Guls; Now in what taking poore Cornelio is, Betwixt his large diuorce, and no diuorce, I long to see, and what he will resolue: I lay my life he cannot chew his meate, And lookes much like an Ap had swallowed pilles, And all this comes of bootelesse iealousie: And see where bootlesse ieal ousie appeates. Ile bourd him straight; how now Cornelio? Are you resolu'd on the diuorce or no? What's that to you? looke to your owne affaires, The time requires it; are not you engag'd In some bonds forfeit for Vlerio? Yes, what of that? Why so am I my selfe, And both our dangers great, he is arrested On a recognizance, by a vsuring slaue. Arresed? I am sorry with my hart, It is a matter may import me much, May not our bayle suffize to free him thinke you? I thinke it may, but I must not be seene in't, Nor would I wish you, for we both are parties, And liker to bring our selues in trouble, Then beare him out: I haue already made Means to the officers to sequester him In priuate for a time, till some in cret Might make his Father vnderstand his state, Who would perhaps take present order for him, Rather then suffer him t'endure the shame Of his imprisonment; Now, would you but goe And breake the matter closely to his Father, (As you can wisely doo't) and bring him to him, This were the onely way to saue his credit, And to keepe off a shrowd blow from our selues. I know his Father will be mou'd past . Nay if you stand on such nice ceremonics, Faewell our substance: diseases Aske extreame , better he should storme Some littletime, then we be beate for euer Vnder the horred shelter of a prison, Where is the place? Tis at the halfe Moone Tauerne, Hast, for the matter will abide no staye. Heauen send my speed be equall with my hast. Goe shallow scholler, you that make all Guls, You that can out-see cleere-ey'd icolousie, Yet make this slight a Milstone, where your braine Sticks in the midst amazd: This Gull to him And to his sellow Guller, shall become More bitter then their baiting of my humour: Heere at this Tauerne shall Gostanzo finde, Fortuuio, Darioto, Claudio, And amongst them, the ringleader his sonne His husband, and his Saint Valerio, That knowes not of what fashion Dice are made, Nor er yet lookt towards a red Lettice, (Thinkes his blinde Sire) at drinking and at Dice, Withall their wenches, and at ull discouer His owne grose folly, and his sonnes distempers, And both shall know (although I be no scholler) Yet I haue thus much Latin, as to say Iam sumus ergo pares.