Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.73 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Right, that's it and I knew it not, 'twere nothing and if I had not pursued it too, it had lain in oblivion, and shadowed in doubt, but now I ha' blazed it. The world shall know what you are. True, i'll pocket up no horns, but my revenge shall speak in thunder. Indeed I must confess I know twenty are Cuckolds honestly & decently enough a worthy gallant spirit (whose virtue suppresseth his mishap) is lamented but not disesteemed by it: Yet the world shall know— I am none of those silent Coxcombs, it shall out. And although it be no great part of injustice, for him to be struck with the scabbard that has struck with the blade (for there is few of us but hath made some one cuckold or other) True I ha' done't myself. Yet.— Yet I hope a man of wit may prevent his own mishap or if he can prevent it.— Yet— Yet make it known yet, and so known that the world may tremble with only thinking of it. Well Fawn whom shall I marie now? O heaven! that God made for a man no other means of procreation and maintaining the world peopled but by women, O that we could increase like roses by being slipped one from another or like flies procreate with blowing, or any other way then by a woman, by women who have no reason in their love, or mercy in their hate, no rule in their pity, no pity in their revenge, no judgement to speak, & yet no patience to hold their tongues; man's opposite, the more held down; they swell, above them nought but will, beneath them nought but hell Or that since heaven hath given us no other means to allay our furious appetite, no other way of increasing our progeny, since we must entreat and beg for assuagement of our passions, and entertainment of our affections, why did not heaven make us a nobler creature than women to show unto, some admirable, deity of an uncorruptible beauty that be worth our knees, the expense of our heat, and the crinkling of our. But that we must court, sonnet, flatter, bribe, kneel, sue to so feeble and imperfect, in constant, idle, vain, hollow, bubble, as woman is. O my face. O my Lord look who here comes. Death a man, is she delivered? Delivered, yes. O my Don. delivered, yes Dona Zoya the grace of society, the music of sweetly agreeing perfection, more clearly chaste than ice or frozen rain, that glory of her sex, that wonder of wit, that beauty more freshly than any cool and trembling wind, that now only wish of a man is delivered, is delivered. how From Don. Zuc. that dry scaliness, that sarpego, that barren drought and shame of all humanity. What fellows that. your sometime husband. alas poor creature. The princess prays your company. All but Hercules, I wait upon her pleasure. Zuccone. Herod, and Nim. depart.
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Length
501 words · 658 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.733 (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)
Right, thats it and I knew it not, t'were nothing and if I had not pursude it too, it had lyen in obliuion, and shaddowed in doubt, but now I ha blaz'de it. The world shall knowe what you are. True, ile pockit vp no hornes, but my reuenge shall speake in thunder. Indeede I must confesse I know twenty are Cuckoldes honestly & decently enough a worthy gallant spirit (whose vertue suppresseth his mishap) is lamēted but not disesteem'd by it: Yet the world shall know— I am none of those silen Coxcombs, it shall out. And although it be no great part of iniustice, for him to be struck with the scabbard that haz struck with the blade (for there is few of vs but hath made some one cuckold or other) True I ha don't my selfe. Yet.— Yet I hope a man of wit may preuent his owne mishap or if he can preuent it.— Yet— Yet make it knowne yet, and so knowne that the world may tremble with onely thinking of it. VVell Fawne whome shall I marie now? O heauen! that God made for a man no other meanes of procreation and maintaining the world peopled but by weomē, O that we could encrease like roses by being slipt one frō another or like flies procreat with blowing, or any other way then by a womā, by womē who haue no reasō in their loue, or mercy in their hate, no rule in their pitty, no pitty in their reuenge, no judgemēt to speak, & yet no patiēce to hold their tongues; mās opposit, the more held doun; they swel, aboue thē naught but will, beneath thē naught but hel Or that since heauen hath giuen vs no other meanes to allay our furious appetite, no other way of increasing our progenie, since we must intreat and beg for asswagement of our passions, and entertainment of our affections, why did not heauen make vs a nobler creature then weomē to shew vnto, some admirable, deitie of an vncorruptible beauty that be worth our knees, the expence of our heat, and the crinkling of our. But that we must court, sonnet, flatter, bribe, kneele, sue to so feeble and imperfect, in constant, idle, vaine, hollow, bubble, as woman is. O my face. O my Lord looke who here comes. Death a man, is she deliuered? Deliuerd, yes. O my Don. deliuered, yes Dona Zoya the grace of society, the musik of sweetly agreeing perfectiō, more clearely chast then ice or frozen raine, that glory of her sexe, that wonder of witte, that beauty more freshy then any coole and trembling wind, that now only wish of a man is deliuered, is deliuered. how Frō Don. Zuc. that dry skalines, that sarpego, that barren drouth and shame of all humanity. What fellowes that. your sometime husband. alas poore creature. The Princes prayes your company. All but Hercules, I waite vpon her pleasure. Zuccone▪ Herod, and Nim. depart.