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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Gentlemen why hazard you your reputation in shameful company with such a branded creature, Miserable man whose fortune were beyond tears to be pitied, but that thou art the ridiculous author of thine own laughed at mischief. Without paraphrase your meaning. Why thou woman's fool? Good gentlemen let one die but once. Was not thou most curstfully mad to sever thyself from such an unequaled rarity. Is she not a strumpet? Is she not with Child? yes with feathers. why weakness of reason, couldst not perceive all was feigned to be rid of thee? Of me. she with child, untrodden snow is not so spotless Chaste as the first voice of a new borne infant, know she grew loathing of thy jealousy, thy most pernicious curiosity, whose suspicions made her unimitable grace's motive of thy base jealousy. why beast of man? wretched above expression that snoredst over a beauty which thousands desired, neglec'st her bed, for whose enjoying a very saint would have sued. defamed her. suggested privily against her. gave foul language publicly of her. and now lastly done that for her which she only prayed for, and wished as wholesome air for, namely to be from such an unworthy. senseless. injurious. malicious. suspicious. mishapped. ill languaged. unworthy ridiculous. jealous. arch coxcomb as thou art. O I am sick, my blood has the cramp, my stomach o'erturns; O I am very sick. why my sweet Don. you are no cuckold. that's the grief on't that's, the grief on't that I ha' wronged so sweet (and now in my knowledge) so delicate a creature, O methinks I embrace her yet. alas my Lord you have done her no wrong, no wrong in the world, you have done her a pleasure, a great pleasure, a thousand gentlemen, nay dukes will be proud to accept your leavings, your leavings, now is she courted, this heir sends her jewels, that lord proffers her jointures, other knight proclaims challenges, to maintain her, the only not beautiful, but very beauty of women. but I shall never embrace her more. nay that's true, that's most true (I would not afflict you, only think how unrelentless you were to her but supposed fault. O 'tis true, too true. think how you scorned her tears, most right, Tears that were only shed I would not vex you in very grief to see you covet your own shame. Too true, too true. For indeed she is the sweetest modest soul, the fullest of pity. O yes, O yes. The softness and very courtesy of her sex as one that never loved any— But me. So much that he might hope to dishonour her, nor any so little that he might fear she disdained him. O the graces made her a soul as soft as spotless down upon the swans fair breast, that drew bright Cytherea's chariot, yet think (I would not vex you) yet think how cruel you were to her. As a Tiger, as a very Tiger.
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Gentlemen why hazard you your reputation in shamefull company with such a branded creature, Miserable man whose fortune were beyond teares to be pittied, but that thou art the ridiculous author of thine owne laught at mischiefe. Without paraphrase your meaning. VVhy thou womans foole? Good gentlemen let one die but once. VVas not thou most curstfully madd to seuer thy selfe from such an vnequalde rarity. Is shee not a strumpet? Is shee not with Childe? yes with feathers. why weakenes of reason, couldst not perceiue all was faind to be rid of thee? Of me. she with child, vntroddē snow is not so spotles Chast as the first voice of a new borne infant, knowe shee grewe lothing of thy ielousie, thy most pernicious curiosity, whose suspitions made her vnimitable graces motiue of thy base ielousy. why beast of man? wretched aboue expression that snoredst ouer a beautie which thousands desired, neglecst her bed, for whose enioying a very saint would haue sued. defam'd her. suggested priuily against her. gaue foule language publickly of her. and now lastly don that for her which she onely praide for, and wisht as wholesome aire for, namely to be from such an vnworthy. senseles. inuirious. malitious. suspitious. mishaped. ill languidg'd▪ vnworthy ridiculous. iealous. arch cox-combe as thou art. O I am sicke, my bloud ha's the crampe, my stomacke or'eturnes; O I am very sicke. why my sweete Don. you are no cuckold. thats the griefe on't thats, the griefe ont that I ha wrongd so sweete (and now in my knowledg) so delicate a creature, O me thinkes I embrace her yet. alas my Lord you haue done her no wrong, no wrong in the world, you haue done her a pleasure, a great pleasure, a thousand gentlemen, nay dukes will be proude to accept your leauings, your leauings, now is she courted, this heire sendes her iewels, that lord proffers her ioynters, tother knight proclaimes challenges, to maintain her, the only not beautifull, but very beautie of woemen. but I shall neuer embrace her more. nay that's true, that's most true (I would not afflict you, onely thinke how vnrelentles you were to her but supposed fault. O tis true, too true. think how you scornd her teares, most right, Teares that were only shed I woulde not vex you in very griefe to see you couet your owne shame. Too true, too true. For indeede she is the sweetest modest soule, the fullest of pittie. O yes, O yes. The softnesse and very courrtesie of her sexe as one that neuer lou'd any — But mee. So much that he might hope to dishonour her, nor anie so little that he might feare she disdaind him. O the graces made her a soule as soft as spotles down vpon the swans faire brest, that drue bright Cythereas chariot, yet thinke (I woulde not vexe you) yet thinke how cruell you were to her. As a Tiger, as a very Tiger.