Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
O that's because thou art not hungry. 'tis true indeed, a little bit would fill my belly. O my unkind husband, why dost reject me? if not on thee, where should I fix my love to have reward? Here where you are, in dear and high regard. Alas thou art a man of mean condition. Your love to me, will breed the less suspicion. Fortune denies me wealth: all ill upon her, Yet I have courage to defend your honour, Madam, you reason have to be unjust: A wicked husband makes an unkind wife. Men brag, that women weaker creatures be, Yet you must suffer all gross Injury, with silence too, and lowliness of spirit, And then forsooth a good wives name your merit. A goodly purchase sure to be a slave, Unto a slave, till you go to the grave. Eue had a soul as well as Adam, All souls are masculine, hold freedom Madam. If strength of body make the noblest creature, Why should not lions be the Kings of nature? The strongest creatures governed are by sense, And there thy soul hath little residence. Philosophers say, the Element of fire, Is active, purest, aptest to aspire: Of which you women have the lesser portion, Which makes your brains beget cold Notion. I grant that Adam was created so, But since his fall, all thinks do backward go. Now active heart, gets murder, theft and rapine: 'tis thy chariot which all vice doth ride in. Against whose ills women could temper spurns, Give me the heart which warms not that which burns. O hateful is the state you now do hold, Worse than the slave, that is for money sold. For you must money give to buy your evils, and bind yourselves, to some incarnate devils. Be but chief steward in their drudgery, Bring forth their brats with your lives jeopardy. Scarce dare you give, an old sleeve from your arm, But they cry out, you're under Covertbaren. Presumptuous slave whose flesh upon thy bone, Thy Master just, may challenge as his own: Which by the dead scrapes from his trencher got, Is quickened now, to cut thy givers throat: Thou venomed Snake, frozen with beggary, Now being thawed by thy master's bounty. Wouldst sting the bosom that did revive thee, and like a viper gnaw, who first conceived thee. Full argument of a servile spirit, For noble hearts will gratify each merit. Yea, are ye vanished? Why how now fellow Slack, what is she gone? S'life what should I do now to stop this slaves venomed breath, for fear it infect my reputation with my new master? this time was ill taken, yet something I must do fellow Wages, how long hast thou been here? Ever since fortune denied thee wealth: all ill upon her: but thou hast courage to defend her honour. 'slight he hath heard all. Why man 'twas my master set me only to try her.
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O that's because thou art not hungrie. Tis true indeed, a little bit would my bellie. O my vnkinde husband, why doost reiect mee? if not on thee, where should I fix my loue to haue reward▪ Heere where you are, in deere and hie regard. Alas thou art a man of meane condition. Your loue to me, will breede the lesse suspition. Fortune denie's mee wealth: all ill vpon her, Yet I haue courage to defend your honour, Madam, you reason haue to be vniust: A wicked husband makes an vnkinde wife. Men brag, that women weaker creatures be, Yet you must suffer all grosse Iniury, with silence too, and low linesse of spirit, And then forsooth a good wiues name your merrit. A goodly purchase sure to be a slaue, Vnto a slaue, till you goe to the graue. Eue had a soule as well as Adam, All soules are masculine, hold freedom Madam. If strength of bodie make the noblest creature, Why should not Lyons be the Kings of nature? The strongest creatures gouern'd are by sence, And there thy soule hath little residence. Philosophers say, the Element of fire, Is actiue, purest, aptest to aspire: Of which you women haue the lesser portion, Which makes your braines beget colde Notion. I grant that Adam was created so, But since his fall, all thinkes doe backward goe. Now actiue heart, gets murther, theft and rapin: Tis thy charriot which all vice doth ride in. Against whose ille's women could temper spurnes, Giue me the heart which warmes not that which burnes. O hatefull is the state you now doe holde, Worse then the slaue, that is for money solde. For you must money giue to buy your euils, and binde your selues, to some incarnate deuils. Be but chiefe steward in their drudgerie, Bring forth their brats with your liues ieopardie. Scarce dare you giue, an olde sleeue from your arme, But they crie out, you'r vnder Couertbaren. Presumptuous slaue whose flesh vpon thy boae, Thy Maister iust, may challenge as his owne: Which by the deade scrapes from his trencher got, Is quickned now, to cut thy geuers throate: Thou venem'd Snake, frosen with beggerie, Now being thaw'd by thy masters bounie. Wouldst sting the bosom that did reuiue thee, and like a viper gnawe, who first conceiu'd thee. Full argument of a seruile spirit, For noble hearts will gratifie each merrit. Yea, are ye vanished? Why how now fellow Slacke, what is she gone? S'life what should I doe now to stop this slaues vennomed breath, for feare it infect my reputation with my newe maister? this time was ill taken, yet something I must doe fellowe Wages, how long hast thou been heere? Euer since fortune denide thee wealth: all ill vppon hr: but thou hast courage to defend her honour. Slight he hath heard all. Why man twa's my maister set me onely to trie her.