Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
They were no villains, When they stood stoutly for me: took your part: And stead of colours fought under my sheets. I know not what you mean. They lay with thee: I mean plain dealing. With me! if ever I had thought unclean, In detestation of your nuptial pillow: Let Sulphur drop from Heaven, and nail my body Dead to this earth: that slave, that damned fury (Whose whips are in your tongue to torture me) Casting an eye unlawful on my cheek, Haunted your threshold daily, and threw forth All tempting baits which lust and credulous youth, Apply to our frail sex: but those being weak The second siege he laid was in sweet words. And then the breach was made. Nay, nay, hear all. At last he takes me sitting at your door, Seizes my palm, and by the charm of oaths (Back to restore it straight) he won my hand, To crown his finger with that hoop of gold. I did demand it, but he mad with rage And with desires unbridled, fled and vowed, That ring should me undo: and now belike His spells have wrought on you. But I beseech you, To dare him to my face, and in mean time Deny me bedroom, drive me from your board, Disgrace me in the habit of your slave, Lodge me in some discomfortable vault Where neither Sun nor Moon may touch my sight, Till of this slander I my soul acquit. Guiltless upon my soul. Troth so think I. I now draw in your bow, as I before Supposed they drew in mine: my stream of jealousy, Ebbs back again, and I that like a horse Ran blindfold in a Mill (all in one circle) Yet thought I had gone foreright, now spy my error: Villains you have abused me, and I vow Sharp vengeance on your heads: drive in your tears I take your word you're honest, which good men, Very good men will scarce do to their wives. I will bring home these serpents and allow them, The heat of mine own bosom: wife I charge you Set out your haviours towards them in such colours, As if you had been their whore, I'll have it so, I'll candy o'er my words, and sleek my brow, Entreat 'em that they would not point at me, Nor mock my horns, with this Arm I'll embrace 'em And with this— go too. Oh we shall have murder— you kill my heart. No: I will shed no blood, But I will be revenged, they that do wrong Teach others way to right: I'll fetch my blow Fair and afar off and as Fencers use Tho at the foot I strike, the head I'll bruise. I'll join with you: let's walk: oh! here's my Son. Welcome ashore Sir: from whence come you pray. From the house of prayer and fasting— the Counter. Art not, thou ashamed to be seen come out of a prison.
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They were no villaynes, When they stood stoutly for me: tooke your part: And stead of collours fought vnder my sheetes. I know not what you meane. They lay with the: I meane plaine dealing. With me! if euer I had thought vncleane, In detestation of your nuptiall pillow: Let Sulpher drop from Heauen, and naile my body Dead to this earth: that slaue, that damned fury (Whose whips are in your tongue to torture me) Casting an eye vnlawfull on my cheeke, Haunted your thre-shold daily, and threw forth All tempting baytes which lust and credulous youth, Apply to our fraile sex: but those being weake The second seige he layd was in sweete wordes. And then the breach was made. Nay, nay, heare all. At last he takes me sitting at your dore, Seizes my palme, and by the charme of othes (Back to restore it straight) he won my hand, To crowne his finger with that hoope of gold. I did demand it, but he mad with rage And with desires vnbrideled, fled and vow'd, That ring should mee vndo: and now belike His spells haue wrought on you. But I beseech you, To dare him to my face, and in meane time Deny me bed-roome▪ driue me from your board, Disgrace me in the habit of your slaue, Lodge me in some discomfortable vault Where neither Sun nor Moone may touch my sight, Till of this slander I my soule acquite. Guiltlesse vpon my soule. Troth so hinke I. I now draw in your bow, as I before Suppos'd they drew in mine: my streame of ielozy, Ebs back againe, and I that like a horse Ran bnd-fold in a Mill (all in one circle) Yet thought I had go fore-right, now spy my error: Villaines you haue abus'd me, and I vow Sharp vengeance on your heads: driue in your teares I take your word ya're honest, which good men, Very good men will scarce do to their wiues. I will bring home these serpents and allow them, The heate of mine owne bosome: wife I charge you Set out your hauiours towards them in such collours, As if you had bin their whore, Ile haue it so, Ile candy o're my words, and sleeke my brow, Intreate 'em that they would not point at me, Nor mock my hornes, with this Arme Ile embrace 'em And with this—go too. Oh we shall haue murder—you kill my heart. No: I will shed no bloud, But I will be reueng'd, they that do wrong Teach others way to right: Ile fetch my blow Faire and a far off and as Feneers vse Tho at the foote I strike, the head Ile bruize. Ile ioyne with you: lets walke: oh! heres my Sonne. Welcome a shore Sir: from whence come you pray. From the house of praier and fasting—the Counter. Art not, thou asham'd to bee seene come out of a prison.