Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
If I were a younker, it would be no immodesty in me to be seen in thy company; but to have snow in the lap of Iune; vile! vile: yet come; garlic has a white head, and a green stalk, then why should not I? let's be merry: what says the devil to all the world, for I'm sure thou art carnally possessed with him. Thou hast a filthy foot, a very filthy carriers foot. A filthy shoe, but a fine foot, I stand not upon my foot I. What stands he upon then? with a pox god bless us? A leg and a Calf! I have had better of a butcher forty times for carrying a body! not worth begging by a Barber-surgeon. Very good, you draw me and quarter me, fates keep me from hanging. And which most turns up a woman's stomach, thou art an old hoary man: thou hast gone over the bridge of many years, and now art ready to drop into a grave: what do I see then in that withered face of thine? Wrinkles: gravity. Wretchedness: grief: old fellow thou hast be witch me; I can neither eat for thee, nor sleep for thee, nor lie quietly in my bed for thee. Uds blood! I did never see a white flea before I will cling you? I was borne sure in the dog days I'm so unlucky; ay, in whom neither a flaxen hair, yellow beard, French doublet, nor Spanish hose, youth nor parsonage, rich face nor money cold ever breed a true love to any, ever to any man, am now besotted, dote, am mad, for the carcase of a man, and as if I were a bawd, no ring pleases me but a death's head. Sesu, are I men so arsy-varsy. Mad for me? why if the worm of lust were wriggling within me as it does in others, dost think I'd crawl upon thee; would I low after thee, that art a common calf-bearer. I confess it. Do you, are you a town cow and confess you bear calves. I confess, I have been an Inn for any guest. A pogs a your stable-room; is your Inn a bawdy house now? I confess (for I ha' been taught to hide nothing from my surgeon and thou art he) I confess that old stinking Surgeon like thyself) whom I call father, that Hornet never sweat for me, I'm none of his making. You lie he makes you a punk Hornet minor. he's but a cheater, and I the false die he plays withal, I power all my poison out before thee, because hereafter I will be clean: shun me not, loathe me not, mock me not, plagues confound thee, I hate thee to the pit of hell, yet if thou goest thither, i'll follow thee, run, aid do what thou canst, i'll run and ride over the world after thee.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
If I were a yonker, it would be no Imodesty in me to bee seene in thy company; but to haue snow in the lap of Iune; vile! vile: yet come; garlick has a white head, and a greene stalke, then why should not▪ I? lets bee merry: what saies the diuill to al the world, for Ime sure thou art carnally possest with him. Thou hast a filthy foot, a very filthy cariers foote. A filthy shooe, but a fine foote, I stand not vpon my foote I. What stands he vpon then? with a pox god blesse vs? A legge and a Calfe! I haue had better of a butcher fortie times for carrying a body! not worth begging by a Barber-surgeon. Very good, you draw me and quarter me, fates keepe me from hanging. And which most turnes vp a womans stomach, thou art an old hoary man: thou hast gon ouer the bridge of many years, and now art ready to drop into a graue: what doe I see then in that withered face of thine? Wrinkles: grauity. Wretchednes: griefe: old fellow thou hast be witch me; I can neither eate for thee, nor sleepe for thee, nor lie quietly in my bed for thee. Vd blood! I did neuer see a white flea before I will clinge you? I was borne sure in the dog dayes me so vnluky; I, in whome neither a flaxen haire, yellow beard, French doublet, nor Spanish hose, youth nor personage, rich ace nor mony cold euer breed a true loue to any, euer to any man, am now besotted, doate, am mad, for the carcas of a man, and as if I were a baud, no ring pleases me but a deaths head. Sesu, are I men so arsy varsy. Mad for me? why if the worme of lust were wrigling within mee as it does in others, dost thinke Ide crawle vpon thee; wud I low after thee, that art a common calfe-bearer. I confesse it. Doe you, are you a towne cowe and confesse you beare calues. I confesse, I haue bin an Inne for any guest. A pogs a your stable-roome; is your Inne a baudy house now? I confesse (for I ha bin taught to hide nothing from my Suergeon and thou art he) I confesse that old stinking Surgeon like thy selfe) whom I call father, that Hornet neuer sweat for me, Ime none of his making. You lie he makes you a punke Hornet minor. Hees but a cheater, and I the false die hee playes withall, I power all my poyson out before thee, because heareafter I will be cleane: shun me not, loath me not, mocke me not, plagues confound thee, I hate thee to the pit of hell, yet if thou goest thither, ile follow thee, run, ayde doe what thou canst, ile run and ride ouer the world after thee.