Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
What else? nay 'tis enough, why many men corrupt other men's wives, some their maids, others their neighbours daughters, but to lie with ones brother's wedlock, O my dear Herod his vile and uncommon lust. Fore heaven I love thee to the heart, well I may praise God for my brother's weakness, for I assure thee, the land shall descend to me my little Fawn. To thee my little Herod? oh my rare Rascal, I do find more and more in thee to wonder at, for thou art indeed; if I prosper thou shalt know what. whose's this? What? know you not Don Zuccone the only desperately railing Lord at's Lady that ever was confidently melancholy, that egregious idiot, that husband of the most witty, fair (and be it spoken with many men's true grief) most chaste Lady Zoya, but we have entered into a confederacy of afflicting him. Plots ha' you laid? Inductions, dangerous? A quiet bosom to my sweet Don, are you going to visit your Lady. What o'clock is't, is it past three? Past four I assure you sweet Don. Oh then I may be admitted, her afternoon's private nap is taken, I shall take her napping. I hear there's one jealous that I lie with my own wife, and begins to withdraw his hand: I protest I vow, and you will, on my knees, I'll take my sacrament on it, I lay not with her this four year, this four year; lee her not be turned upon me I beseech you. My dear Don? Oh Faunus dost know our Lady? Your Lady? No our Lady, for the love of charity incorporate with her, I would have all nations and degrees, all ages know our Lady for I covet only to be undoubtedly notorious. For in deed sir, a repressed fame mounts like camomile, the more trod down, the more it grows, things known common and undoubted, lose rumour. Sir I hope yet your conjectures may err; your Lady keeps full-face, unbated roundness, cheerful aspect, were she so infamously prostitute, her cheek would fall, her colour fade, the spirit of her eye would die. Oh young man, such women are like Danaus' tub, and in deed all women are like Achillous, with whom Hercules wrestling, he was no sooner hurled to the earth, but he rose up with double vigour, their fall strengtheneth them. News, news, news, news, oh my dear Don be raised, be Jovialed, be triumphant, ah my dear Don. To me first in private, thy news I pray thee. Will you be secret? A my life: As you are generous? As I am generous: Don Zuccone's lady's with child. Nymph: Nymph: what is't? what's the news? You will be secret. Silence itself, Don Zuccone's lady's with child apparently. Herod, Herod, what's the matter pree, the news? You must tell nobody: As I am generous— Don Zuccone's lady's with child apparently. Faun what's the whisper, what's the fools secret news? Truth my Lord, a thing, that, that, well, i'faith it is not fit you know it?
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What else? nay tis enough, why many men corrupt other mens wiues, some their maides, others their neighbours daughters, but to lie with ones brothers wedlocke, O my deere Herod his vile and vncommon lust. Fore heauen I loue thee to the hearte, well I may prayse God for my brothers weakenes, for I assure thee, the land shal discend to me my little Fawne. To thee my little Herod? oh my rare Rascall, I do find more and more in thee to wonder at, for thou art indeed; if I prosper thou shalt know what. Whose this? What? know you not Don Zuccone the onely desparatly rayling Lord at's Lady that euer was confidently melancholy, that egregious ideot, that husband of the most wittie, faire (and be it spoken with many mens true greefe) most chast Lady Zoya, but we haue entered into a confederacie of afflicting him. Plots ha you laid? Inductions, daungerous? A quiet bosome to my sweet Don, are you going to visit your Ladie. What a clock ist, is it past three? Past foure I assure you sweet Don. Oh then I may be admitted, her afternoons priuat nap is taken, I shall take her napping. I heare ther's one iealous that I lie with my owne wife, and begins to withdraw his hand: I protest I vowe, and you will, on my knees, Ile take my sacrament on it, I lay not with her this foure yeare, this foure yeare; lee her not be turn'd vpon me I beseech you. My deere Don? Oh Faunus do'st know our Ladie? Your Ladie? No our Lady, for the loue of charity incorporate with her, I would haue all nations and degrees, all ages know our Lady for I couet only to be vndoubtedly notorious. For in deede sir, a repressed fame mountes like Camomyll, the more trod down, the more it growes, things knowne common and vndoubted, lose rumour. Sir I hope yet your coniectures may erre; your Lady keeps full-face, vnbated roundnes, cherefull aspect, were she so infamously prostitute, her cheeke would fall, her colour fade, the spirit of her eye would die. Oh young man, such women are like Danaus tubbe, and in deede all women are like Achillous, with whom Hercules wrastling, he was no sooner hurl'd to the earth, but hee rose vppe with double vigor, their fall strengtheneth them. Newes, newes, newes, newes, oh my deare Don be rays'd, be Iouiald, be triumphant, ah my deere Don. To me first in priuate, thy newes I pree thee. Will you be secret? A my life: As you are generous? As I am generous: Don Zuccones Ladie's with child. Nymph: Nymph: what i'st? what's the newes? You will be secret. Scilence it selfe, Don Zuccones Ladie's with child apparantly. Herod, Herod, whats the matter pree thee, the newes? You must tell no bodie: As I am generous — Don Zuccones Ladie's with child apparantly. Faune whats the whisper, whats the fooles secret newes? Truth my Lord, a thing, that, that, well, I faith it is not fit you know it?