Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.89 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Still you stand on your husband, so do all The common sex of you, when you're encountered With one ye cannot fancy: all men know You live in court here by your own election, Frequenting all our solemn sports and triumphs, All the most youthful company of men: And wherefore do you this? To please your husband? 'tis gross and fulsome: if your husband's pleasure Be all your Object, and you aim at Honour, In living close to him, get you from Court, You may have him at home; these common Puttofs For common women serve: my honour? husband? dame's meritorious, ne'er were meritorious: Speak plain and say I do not like you Sir, You're an ill-favoured fellow in my eye, And I am answered. Then I pray be answered: For in good faith my Lord I do not like you In that sort you like. Then have at you here: Take (with a politic hand) this rope of Pearl; And though you be not amorous: yet be wise: Take me for wisdom; he that you can love Is near the further from you. Now it comes So ill prepared, that I may take a poison, Under a medicine as good cheap as it: I will not have it were it worth the world. Horror of death: could I but please your eye, You would give me the like, ere you would lose me: Honour and husband? By this light my Lord You're a vile fellow: and I'll tell the King Your occupation of dishonouring Ladies And of his Court: a Lady cannot live As she was borne; and with that sort of pleasure That fits her state: but she must be defamed With an infamous Lords detraction: Who would endure the Court if these attempts, Of open and professed lust must be borne? whose's there? come on Dame, you are at your book When men are at your mistress; have I taught you Any such waiting woman's quality? Farewell good husband. Farewell wicked Lord. Was not the Monsieur here? Yes, to good purpose. And your cause is as good to seek him too And haunt his company. Why what's the matter? Matter of death, were I some husband's wife: I cannot live at quiet in my chamber For opportunities almost to rapes Offered me by him. Pray thee bear with him: Thou know'st he is a Bachelor, and a Courtier, ay, and a Prince: and their prerogatives Are, to their laws, as to their pardons are Their reservations, after Parliaments One quits another: form gives all their essence: That Prince doth high in virtues reckoning stand That will entreat a vice, and not command: So far bear with him: should another man Trust to his privilege, he should trust to death: Take comfort then (my comfort) nay triumph, And crown thyself, thou partest with victory: My presence is so only dear to thee, That other men's appear worse than they be. For this night yet, bear with my forced absence: Thou know'st my business; and with how much weight, My vow hath charged it.
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Length
515 words · 661 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.889 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T26 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Still you stand on your husband, so doe all The common sex of you, when yare encounterd With one ye cannot fancie: all men know You liue in court heere by your owne election, Frequenting all our solemne sports and triumphs, All the most youthfull companie of men: And wherefore doe you this? To please your husband▪ Tis grosse and fulsome: if your husbands pleasure Be all your Obiect, and you aime at Honour, In liuing close to him, get you from Court, You may haue him at home; these common Puttofs For common women serue: my honor? husband? Dames maritorious, ne're were meritorious: Speake plaine and say I do not like you Sir, Y'are an illfauor'd fellow in my eie, And I am answer'd. Then I pray be answer'd: For in good faith my Lord I do not like you In that sort you like. Then haue at you heere: Take (with a politique hand) this rope of Pearle; And though you be not amorous: yet be wise: Take me for wisdome; he that you can loue Is neere the further from you. Now it comes So ill prepar'd, that I may take a poison, Vnder a medicine as good cheape as it: I will not haue it were it worth the world. Horror of death: could I but please your eie, You would giue me the like, ere you would loose me: Honor and husband? By this light my Lord Y'are a vile fellow: and Ile tell the King Your occupation of dishonouring Ladies And of his Court: a Lady cannot liue As she was borne; and with that sort of pleasure That fits her state: but she must be defam'd With an infamous Lords detraction: Who would endure the Court if these attempts, Of open and profest lust must be borne? Whose there? come on Dame, your are at your booke When men are at your mistresse; haue I taught you Any such waiting womans qualitie? Farewell good husband. Farewell wicked Lord. Was not the Monsieur heere? Yes, to good purpose. And your cause is as good to seeke him too And haunt his company. Why what's the matter? Matter of death, were I some husbands wife: I cannot liue at quiet in my chamber For opportunities almost to rapes Offerd me by him. Pray thee beare with him: Thou know'st he is a Bachelor, and a Courtier, I, and a Prince: and their prerogatiues Are, to their lawes, as to their pardons are Their reseruations, after Parliaments One quits another: forme giues al their essence: That Prince doth high in vertues reckoning stand That will entreat a vice, and not command: So far beare with him: should another man Trust to his priuiledge, he should trust to death: Take comfort then (my comfort) nay triumph, And crown thy selfe, thou part'st with victory: My presence is so only deare to thee, That other mens appeare worse than they be. For this night yet, beare with my forced absence: Thou know'st my businesse; and with how much weight, My vow hath charged it.