The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 29 of 46
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
All the diseases of man, light upon them that do, and upon me when I do; a week of such days, would either make me stark mad, or tame me: yonder other woman that I have sure enough, shall answer for thy sins: dare they incense me still, I will make them fear as much to be ignorant of me and my moods, as men are to be ignorant of the law they live under. Who's there? My blood grew cold, I began to fear my Suitors return; 'tis the Duke. I know her chaste, though she be young & free, And is not of that forced behaviour That many others are, and that this Lord, Out of the boundless malice to the sex, Hath thrown this scandal on her. Fortune, befriended me against my will, with this good old country gentlewoman; I beseech your grace, to view favourably the petition of a wronged gentlewoman. What Gondarino, are you become a petitioner for your enemies? My Lord, they are no enemies of mine, I confess the better to cover my deeds, which sometimes were loose enough, I pretended it, as it is wisdom, to keep close our incontinency; but since you have discovered me, I will no more put on that vizard, but will as freely open all my thoughts to you, as to my Confessor. What say you to this? He that confesses, he did once dissemble, I'll never trust his words, can you imagine A maid, whose beauty could not suffer her To live thus long untempted, by the noblest, Richest, and cunningest masters in that Art, And yet hath ever held a fair repute; Could in one morning, and by him be brought, To forget all her virtue, and turn whore? I would I had some other talk in hand, Than to accuse a sister to her brother; Nor do I mean it for a public scandal, Unless by urging me, you make it so. I will read this at better leisure: Gondarino, where is the Lady? At his house. No, she is departed thence. Whither? Urge it not thus, or let me be excused, If what I speak betray her chastity, And both increase my sorrow, and your own. Fear me not so, if she deserve the fame Which she hath gotten, I would have it published, Brand her myself, and whip her through the city: I wish those of my blood that do offend, Should be more strictly punished, than my foes. Let it be proved. Gondarino, thou shalt prove it, or suffer worse than she should do. Then pardon me, if I betray the faults Of one, I love more dearly then myself, Since opening hers, I shall betray mine own: But I will bring you, where she now intends Not to be virtuous: pride and wantonness, That are true friends indeed, though no in show, Have entered on her heart, there she doth bathe, And sleek her hair, and practise cunning looks, To entertain me with; and hath her thoughts As full of lust, as ever you did think Them full of modesty.
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All the diseases of man, light vpon them that doe, and vpon me when I doe; a weeke of such daies, would either make me starke mad, or tame mee: yonder other woman that I haue sure enough, shall answer for thy sinnes: dare they incense me still, I will make them feare as much to be ignorant of mee and my moodes, as men are to bee ignorant of the lawe they liue vnder. Who's there? My blood grew cold, I began to feare my Suters returne; tis the Duke. I know her chaste, though she be yong & free, And is not of that forc'd behauiour That many others are, and that this Lord, Out of the boundlesse malice to the sexe, Hath throwne this scandall on her. Fortune, befriended mee against my will, with this good old country gentlewomā; I beseech your grace, to view fauourably the petition of a wrōged gentlewomā. What Gondarino, are you become a petitioner for your enemies? My Lord, they are no enemies of mine, I confesse the better to couer my deeds, which somtimes were loose enough, I pretended it, as it is wisdome, to keepe close our incontinencie; but since you haue discouered me, I will no more put on that vizar, but will as freely open all my thoughts to you, as to my Confessor. What say you to this? He that confesses, he did once dissemble, Ile neuer trust his wordes, can you imagine A maide, whose beauty could not suffer her To liue thus long vntempted, by the noblest, Richest, and cunningst masters in that Arte, And yet hath euer held a faire repute; Could in one morning, and by him be brought, To forget all her vertue, and turne whore? I would I had some other talke in hand, Then to accuse a sister to her brother; Nor doe I meane it for a publike scandall, Vnlesse by vrging me, you make it so. I will read this at better leisure: Gondarino, where is the Lady? At his house. No, shee is departed thence. Whither? Vrge it not thus, or let me be excus'd, If what I speake betray her chastitie, And both increase my sorrow, and your owne. Feare me not so, if shee deserue the fame Which shee hath gotten, I would haue it publisht, Brand her my selfe, and whip her through the cittie: I wish those of my blood that doe offend, Should be more strictly punisht, then my foes. Let it be prooued. Gondarino, thou shalt proue it, or suffer worse then shee should doe. Then pardon me, if I betray the faults Of one, I loue more deerely then my selfe, Since opening hers, I shall betray myne owne: But I will bring you, where shee now intends Not to be vertuous: pride and wantonnesse, That are true friends indeed, though no in shew, Haue entred on her heart, there shee doth bath, And sleeke her haire, and practise cunning lookes, To entertaine me with; and hath her thoughts As full of lust, as euer you did thinke Them full of modestie.