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 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Not fit I know it, as thou art baptized tell me, tell me. Will you plight your patience to it. Speak, I am a very block, I will not be moved, I am a very block. But if you should grow disquiet (as I protest, it would make a Saint blaspheme) I should be unwilling to procure your impatience. Yes do, burst me, burst me, burst me with longing: Nay faith 'tis no great matter, hark ye, you'll tell nobody. Not. As you are noble. As I am honest. Your Lady wife apparently with child. With child? With child. Fool. My Don. With child? by the pleasure of generation, I proclaim I lay not with her this— give us patience, give us patience. Why? my Lord 'tis nothing to wear a forker. Heaven and earth. All things under the Moon are subject to their mistress grace; horns, lend me your ring my Don, I'll put it on my finger, now 'tis on yours again, why is the gold now ere the worse in lustre or fitness? Am I used thus? I my Lord true, nay to be (look ye mark ye) to be used like a dead ox, to have your own hide plucked on, to be drawn on, with your own horn, to have the Lordship of your father, the honour of your ancestors, maugre your beard, to descend to the base lust of some groom of your stable, or the page of your chamber. Oh Phalaris thy Bull. Good Don. ha patience, you are not the only Cuckold, I would now be separated. 'Las that's but the least drop of the storm of my revenge, I will unlegitimate the issue, what I will do, shall be horrible but to think. But Sir. But Sir? I will do what a man of my form may do, and laugh on, laugh on, do Sir Amorous, you have a Lady too. But my sweet Lord. Do not anger me, lest I most dreadfully curse thee, and wish thee married, oh Zuccone, spit white, spit thy gall out, the only boon I crave of heaven is— but to have my honours inherited by a bastard, I will be most tyrannous, bloodily tyrannous in my revenge, and most terrible in my curses: live to grow blind with lust, senseless with use, loathed after, flattered before, hated always, trusted never, abhorred ever, and last may she live to wear a foul smock seven weeks together; heaven I beseech thee. Is he gone: is he blown of? now out upon him unsufferably jealous fool. Lady: Didst thou give him the famed report? does he believe I am with child? does he give faith? In most sincerity, most sincerely. Nay 'tis a pure fool, I can tell ye he was bred up in Germany. But the laughter rises, that he vows he lay not in your bed this four year with such exquisite protestations. That's most full truth, he hath most unjustly severed his sheets ever since the old Duke Pietro (heaven rest his soul.)
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Not fit I know it, as thou art baptis'd tell me, tell me. Will you plight your patience to it. Speake, I am a very block, I will not be mou'd, I am a very blocke. But if you should grow disquiet (as I protest, it would make a Saint blaspheame) I should be vnwilling to procure your impatience. Yes doe, burst me, burst me, burst me with longing: Nay faith tis no great matter, harke ye, youle tell no body. Not. As you are noble. As I am honest. Your Ladie wife apparantly with child. With child? With child. Foole. My Don. With child? by the pleasure of generation, I proclaime I lay not with her this — giue vs patience, giue vs patience. Why? my Lord tis nothing to weare a forker. Heauen and earth. All thinges vnder the Moone are subiect to their mistris grace; horns, lend me your ring my Don, Ile put it on my finger, now tis on yours againe, why is the gold now ere the worse in lustre or fitnes? Am I vs'd thus? I my Lord true, nay to be (looke ye marke ye) to bee vs'd like a dead oxe, to haue your owne hide pluckt on, to bee drawne on, with your owne horne, to haue the Lordshippe of your father, the honour of your auncestors, maugre your beard, to discend to the base lust of some groome of your stable, or the page of your chamber. Oh Phalaris thy Bull. Good Don. ha patience, you are not the only Cuckold, I would now be separated. 'Las that's but the least drop of the storme of my reuenge, I will vnlegittimate the issue, what I will doe, shall be horrible but to thinke. But Sir. But Sir? I will doe what a man of my forme may do, and-laugh on, laugh on, doe Sir Amorous, you haue a Ladie too. But my sweet Lord. Doe not anger me, least I most dreadfully curse thee, and wish thee married, oh Zuccone, spitte white, spitte thy gall out, the only boone I craue of heauen is—but to haue my honors inherited by a bastard, I will be most tirannous, blooddily tirannous in my reuenge, and most terrible in my curses: liue to grow blind with lust, sencelesse with vse, loathed after, flattered before, hated alwaies, trusted neuer, abhorred euer, and last may she liue to weare a foule smocke seuen weekes togeather; heauen I beseech thee. Is he gone: is he blowne of? now out vpon him vnsufferably iealous foole. Lady: Didst thou giue him the fam'd report? do's he beleeue I am with child? do's he giue faith? In most sinceritie, most sincerely. Nay tis a pure foole, I can tell yee he was bred vp in Germany. But the laughter rises, that hee vowes hee lay not in your bed this foure yeare with such exquisite protestations. That's most full truth, he hath most vniustly seuered his sheetes euer since the old Duke Pietro (heauen rest his soule.)