Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
There's a lover of a right temper, she'll outface the name of her sex instantly. Well madam, sith your observation hath discovered me, upon promise of your secrecy I confess myself a man. Good, excellent, how truly she takes my directions. I knew my judgement could not be deceived, Nor durst proud love have done me so much wrong To cast my thoughts unto a woman's eye. Love durst not, good, good, excellent, what next. But madam, now I am known to you, what further request you. Exchange of looks, and freedom of thy bed, Thy presence, thy embracements, thy kind love, For which my amorous thoughts have long line sick. Thank you good wife, nay & a Duchess long to give her husbands the horning, let it never grieve butchers to do homage at cuckold's haven. Well madam, to give content to your affections, and in a strong hope you will mediate my suit to your daughter, sort out but fit time and opportunity, and master your desires. And he were a man now I might be rarely tupped. Give me thy hand then, with this amorous kiss I seal thee mine. And I confirmed with this. Rare, rare, rare, she's his sealed and delivered in the presence of her husband. Now lest my husband should suspect our love, Now, what shadow for that now. Hear a good jest, persuade him thouart a woman. That's not to do now madam, for he as confidently believes and ardently courts me for a woman, as you for a man. Good, excellent, maintain that humour still, Seem coy, look nice, and as we women use, Be mild and proud, embrace, and yet refuse. Excellent virtues in a woman. I prithee do, 'twill be a scene of mirth For me to quote his passions and his smiles, His amorous haviour, and how his eye Will beget strange variety of looks. And shoot 'em into thine, but the chief sports this To see an old man with a young man kiss. To see an old Duchess a young Lady kiss. Now the plot packs the scenes all comical, I cannot speak for laughter, to see these women That would be counted wonders for their wit, Lay plots to gull themselves, silly conceit, To take me for a man. And arm herself To laugh at me, make jests and scoffs at me, But soothe her humour, the revenge she'd throw Upon my head, shall fall on her own brow. Upon you both, so, so, so, how greedily their inventions like bugles follows the scent of their own gullery, yet these are no fools, God forbid, not they: but to the drift, mirth in my warm blood sits, laughing at this division of their wits. Wot te believe me sister, I never eat a cherry, but it puts me in mind of a husband, it kisses my lips with such a harmless prettiness.
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There's a louer of a right temper, ſheele outface the name of her ſexe inſtantly. Well madam, ſith your obſeruation hath diſcouerd mee, vpon promiſe of your ſecreſie I confeſſe my ſelfe a man. Good, excellent, how truly ſhe takes my directions. I knew my iudgement could not be deceiud, Nor durſt proud loue haue done me ſo much wrong To caſt my thoughts vnto a womans eye. Loue durſt not, good, good, excellent, what next. But madam, now I am knowne to you, what further requeſt you. Exchange of lookes, and freedome of thy bed, Thy preſence, thy embracements, thy kind loue, For which my amorous thoughts haue long line ſicke. Thanke you good wife, nay & a Dutches long to giue her husbands the horning, let it neuer greeue butchers to doe homage at Cuekolds hauen. Well madam, to giue content to your affections, and in a ſtrong hope you will mediate my ſute to your daughter, ſort out but fit time and opportunitie, and maiſter your deſires. And he were a man now I might be rarely tupt. Giue me thy hand then, with this amorous kiſſe I ſeale thee mine. And I confirmt with this. Rare, rare, rare, ſhe's his ſeald and deliuerd in the preſence of her husband. Now leaſt my husband ſhould ſuſpect our loue, Now, what ſhadow for that now. Heare a good ieſt, perſwade him th'art a woman. Thats not to doe now madam, for he as confidently belieues and ardently courts me for a woman, as you for a man. Good, excellent, maintaine that humor ſtill, Seeme coy, looke nice, and as we weomen vſe, Be mild and proud, imbrace, and yet refuſe. Excellent vertues in a woman. I prethe doe, twill be a ſceane of mirth For me to quote his paſsions and his ſmiles, His amorous hauiour, and how his eye Will beget ſtrange varietie of lookes. And ſhoote em into thine, but the cheefe ſports this To ſee an old man with a young man kiſſe. To ſee an old Dutches a young Lady kiſse. Now the plot packs the ſceanes all comicall, I cannot ſpeake for laughter, to ſee theſe women That would be counted wonders for their wit, Lay plots to gull themſelues, ſilly conceit, To take me for a man. And arme herſelfe To laugh at me, make ieſts and ſcoffes at me, But ſooth her humor, the reuenge ſheede throw Vpon my head, ſhall fall on her owne brow. Vpon you both, ſo, ſo, ſo, how greedily their inuentions like bugles followes the ſent of their own gullery, yet theſe are no fooles, God forbid, not they: but to the drift, mirth in my warme blood ſits, laughing at this diuiſion of theyr wits. Wot te beleeue me ſiſter, I neuer eate a cherry, but it puts me in mind of a husband, it kiſſes my lippes with ſuch a harmleſſe prettines.