Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Cupid's Whirligig · chunk 28 of 46

Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the King's Revels
unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 514 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.

But were not I best go home and use her well, till the child be borne, to see if it be like me, that I may be sure 'tis none of mine. O no, that were base, and as deceitful as the Colic when it breaks out in wind, which levels at a man's heel, and it strikes him in the nose, therefore never make a show of one thing, and do another, but put her away, rid your hands of her, and there's an end. I think who's the father of the bastard? Why who's the Father of a punk's child? is't not filius populi, it may have two Fathers for any thing we know. Well Slack, I do very much mistrust Wages too, for he is grown very familiar of late. True sir, and takes her part too, and ye mark him I mark him: no Slack, no pray heaven a mark not me, but i'll instantly sue out a divorce, hap what hap shall, but ill's his hap whose wife lies down to all. Of all honest animals your Cuckold is the best, For he is sure a Gentleman, and known by his crest. Of all occupations, that ever man professed, In my opinion still doth hold, the Cutpurse is the best. And why the Cutpurse? Because he will trust no man, foe as soon as he hath lone his work, he is sure to have his money in his hand. Nay then a lawyer is a better trade than that, for he is sure of his money before he doth his work. But I pray thee what's the news abroad now? Why they say the world is like a Bias bowl, and it runs all on the rich men's sides: others say, 'tis like a Tennis-ball, and fortune keeps such a Racket with it, as it tosses it in to times hazard, and that devours all, and for my part they say, 'twill shortly run upon wheels with me, for my Master swears a will have me carted, because a thinks I have lain with my Lady. Nay then 'twill run upon wheels with thee indeed, but peace fool peace, when thou art once married, that suspect will die. Peace fool peace, sayst thou when I am married? dost hear? I tell thee, there is no piece in marriage, unless it be with a dumb woman, no nor but little comfort neither. No way? why doth the Ballad say then, So sweet a thing is Love, that rules both heart and mind, there is no comfort in the world, to women that are blind. Kind (man) the Ballet says. Mass I think a be kind indeed, yet blinds the better of the two I think, for as thou sayst, if she be dumb, I am sure she'll say nothing that shall offend her Husband: if blind, she'll see nothing that shall offend her, and where he nor she's offended, there must needs be a peace: but besides this is there no peace thinkest thou in the marriage of a wife.
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PlayCupid's Whirligig
AuthorSharpham, Edward
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1607
First performance (BritDrama)1607
Company (BritDrama)Children of the King's Revels
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 581 · TCP A12074 · DEEP 478
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 606–626 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 46 in this edition
Length514 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousy at 0.821
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
But were not I best goe home and vse her well, till the childe be borne, to see if it be like me, that I may bee sure tis none of mine. O no, that were base, and as deceitfull as the Collick when it breakes out in winde, which leuels at a mans heele, and it strikes him in the nose, therefore neuer make a show of one thing, and doe an other, but put her away, rid your handes of hr, and there's an end. I thinke whoe's the father of the bastard? Why who's the Father of a Punckes childe? ist not filius populi, it may haue two Fathers for any thing wee knowe. Well Slacke, I doe verrie much mistrust Wages too, for he is growne verie familiar of late. True sir, and takes her part too, and ye marke him I marke him: no Slacke, no pray heauen a marke not me, but ile instantly sue out a diorce, hap what hap shall, but ill's his hap whose wife lies down to all. Of all honest aminall's your Cuckold is the best, For he is sure a Gentleman, and knowen by his crest. Of all occupations, that euer man profest, In my opinion still doth hold, the Cutpursse is the best. And why the Cutpursse? Because he will trust no man, foe as soone as hee hath lone his worke, hee is sure to haue his money in his and. Nay then a lawyer is a better trade then that, for he is sure of his money before hee doth his worke. But I pray thee what's the newes aboad now? Why they say the worlde is like a Byas bowle, and it runnes all on the rich mens sides: others say, tis like a Tennis-ball, and fortune keepes such a Racket with it, as it tosses it in to times hazzard, and that deuoures all, and for my part they say, twill shortly runne vppon wheeles with me, for my Maister sweares a will haue me cared, because a thinkes I haue layen with my Lady. Nay then twill runne vpon wheeles with thee indeed, but peace foole peace, when thou art once marryed, that suspect will die. Peace foole peace, saist thou when I am marryed? doost heare? I tell thee, there is no pece in marriage, vnlesse it bee with a dumbe woman, no nor but little comfort neither. No way? why doth the Ballad say then, So sweete a thing is Loue, that rules both heart and minde, there is no comfort in the world, to women that are blinde. Kinde (man) the Ballet saies. Masse I thinke a be kinde indeed, yet blind's the better of the two I thinke, for as thou saist, if shee be dumbe, I am sure sheele say nothing that shal offend her Husband: if blind, sheele see nothing that shall offend her, and where he nor shee's offended, there must needes be a peace: but besides this is there no peace thinkest thou in the marriage of a wife.