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 · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Mopsa, O insufferable wrong, make thine own natural child thy bawd, here's an excellent pattern for wives to learn to scold by What mistress Amason, ha' you such a cocking spirit, honest Women cannot keep their husbands at home for you: 'tis not for nothing now I see, that the Duchess looks yellow on you, but i'll tear that painted whores face of yours (by this light) and yet I will not scold neither. Madam, i'll mad you with a vengeance. Touch not the prince. On your allegiance forbear, what means this outrage, cannot our private walks be privileged from your wild contentious. how fares the prince. How cheers my good Zelmane? Zelmane, no Gods my judge my liege, I am Manasses, miserable Manasses, your husband's scribe-major madam. Manasses. A fool. My man. And my dear head, alas sweet love, what makest thou here. Mary work for the hangman, and the Duke be not the more merciful. There's some deceit in this, Dametas, where's Hippolita? ay, ay, there's some knavery in this: Mopso where's Hippolita? doubtless there's some villainy in this, Mepso where's Hipolita? there's no plain dealing in this, Manasses where's Dorus? Answer directly, where's Hippolita? Alas madam I know not, whilst I almost melted myself with digging of gold in Diana's oak, I left her in my wives charge And whilst I ran to Manasses, thinking to take my husband & his wife in the manner, I left Hipolita in my daughter's chamber and whilst I came to Adonis' chapel to be tossed in my marriage blankets with Dorus, I left my little dog pearl plucking daisies: Who sent you to Diane's oak to dig gold? who sent you to take your husband in Manasses house? dorus. who sent you to Adonis' chapel. dorus: And who turned you into this shape: They that I fear have made gulls of us all, Zelmane, and dorus: we are all simply gulled, and see where the Sun scarce half ready, skips from his Eastern bed, smiling at our gullery: Come where's this lusty wit-master. the keeper of this love-lottery, This gallant luventus of fourscore, that like my Lady of the Lake, displays against all comers. May a couple of plain witted princes have a sight of your prizes: Where be these Ladies ha? ha your wits had such a skirmishing that the two maids have lost their heads in the conflict. Heads, I and bodies to my Lord, and all at one shot, and which is worse our wits are so scattered with the terrible blow that to be plain we are scarce our own men again. then you have had some knocking, so it appears by the story my Lord: How say you my lady, what owl sings out of that ivy bush was your wit knighted in this last action: I am 〈...〉 ch a fool, I love my lord, I am no knight, I am Manasses, they made a plain fool. the only were, for the guarded fool is out of request: but faith my liege how did your opposites behave themselves, did they win the Wenches fair at the point?
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Mopſa, O inſufferable wrong, make thine own natural child thy bawd, Heeres an excellent patterne for wiues to learne to ſcold by What miſtres Amaſon, ha you ſuch a cocking ſpirit, honeſt Women cannot keepe their husbands at home for you: tis not for nothing now I ſee, that the Dutches lookes yellow on you, but ile teare that painted whores face of yours (by this light) and yet I wil not ſcold neither. Madam, ile mad you with a vengeance. Touch not the prince. On your alleagance forbeare, what means this outrage, cannot our private walks be priviledged from your wilde contentious. how fares the prince. How cheares my good Zelmane? Zelmane, no Gods my iudge my liege, I am Manaſſes, miſerable Manaſſes, your husbands ſcribe-maor madam. Manaſſes. A foole. My man. And my deere head, alas ſweet loue, what makeſt thou heer. Mary worke for the hangman, and the Duke be not the more mercifull. Theres ſome deceit in this, Dametas, wheres Hippolita? I, I, theres ſom knauery in this: Mopſo wheres Hippolita? doubtles theres ſome villany in this, Mepſo whers Hipolita? Thers no plaine dealing in this, Manaſſes wheres Dorus? Anſwere directly, wheres Hippolita? Alas madam I knowe not, whilſt I almoſt melted my ſelfe with digging of gold in Dianaes oke, I left her in my wiues charge And whilſt I ran to Manaſſes, thinking to take my husband & his wife in the manner, I left Hipolita in my daughters chamber and whilſt I came to Adonis chappel to be toſt in my mariage blankets with Dorus, I left my little dog pearl plucking dazies: Who ſent you to Diannes oke to dig gold? who ſent you to take your husband in Manaſſes houſe? dorus. who ſent you to Adonis chappell. dorus: And who turnd you into this ſhape: They that I feare haue made guls of vs all, Zelmane, and dorus: we are all ſimply gulde, and ſee where the Sunne ſcarce halfeready, skippes from his Eaſterne bed, ſmiling at our gullery: Come wheres this luſty wit-maiſter. the keeper of this loue-lottery, This gallant luventus of fourſcore, that like my Lady of the Lake, diſplaies againſt al commers. May a couple of plaine witted princes haue a ſight of your prizes: Where be theſe Ladies ha? ha your wits had ſuch a skirmiſhing that the two maides haue loſt their heads in the conflict. Heads, I and bodyes to my Lorde, and all at one ſhot, and which is worſe our wits are ſo ſcatered with the terible blow that to be plaine we are ſcarce our owne men againe. then you haue had ſome knockng, ſo it appeares by the ſtorie my Lord: How ſay yu my lady, what Oule ſings out of that Iuy buſh was your knighted in this laſt action: I am ch a foole, I loue my lord, I am no knight, I am Manaſſes, they made a plaine foole. the onely were, for the gaurded foole is out of requeſt: but faith my liedge how did your oppoſites behaue themſelues, did they win the Wenches faire at the point?