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 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Pray Gentlemen if you come by call in. Yes, yes, when they are mad, horse yourselves now if you be men. He gallop must that after women rides, Get our wives out of Town, they take long strides. But why have you brought us to the wrong Inn? and withal possessed Greenshield that my wife is not in town: when my project was, that I would have brought him up into the chamber, where young Fetherstone and his wife lay: and so all his Artillery should have recoiled into his own bosom. O it will fall out far better, you shall see my revenge will have a more neat and unexpected conveyance: he hath been all up and down the town, to inquire for a Londoners wife, none such is to be found: for I have mewed your wife up already. mary he hears of a Yorkshire Gentlewoman at next Inn, and that's all the commodity Ware affords at this instant: now sir, he very politicly imagines, that your wife is rode to Puckridge, five mile further, for saith he in such a town where Hosts will be familiar, and Tapsters saucy, & Chamberlains worse than thieves intelligencers, they'll never put foot out of Stirrup: either at Puckridge or Wades-mill (saith he) you shall find them: & because our horses are weary, he's gone to take up post-horse: my counsel is only this, when he comes in, feign yourself very melancholy, swear you will ride no farther, and this is your part of the Comedy: the sequel of the jest shall come like money borrowed of a Courtier, and paid within the day, a thing strange & unexpected. Enough, I ha''t, He comes. Come gallants, the post-horse are ready, 'tis but a quarter of an hours riding, we'll ferret them and firk them in-faith. Are they grown politic? when do you see honesty covet corners, or a gentleman that's no thief lie in the Inn of a carrier. Nothing hath undone my wife, but too much riding. She was a printy piece of a Poet indeed, & in her discourse would as many of your Goldsmiths wives do, draw her simile from precious stones, so wittily, as redder than your Ruby, harder than your Diamond, and so from stone to stone, in less time than a man can draw on a straight boot, as if she had been an excellent Lapidary. Come will you to horse sir? No let her go to the devil and she will, I'll not stir a foot further. God's precious is't come to this: persuade him as you are a Gentleman, there will be ballads made of him, & the burden thereof will be, if you had rode out 5. mile forward, he had found the fatal house of Brainford Northward, O hone, hone, hone ononero. You are merry sir. Like your Citizen, I never think of my debts, when I am a horseback. Vou imagin you are riding from your creditors. Good in faith: will you to horse?
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Pray Gentlemen if you come by call in. Yes, yes, when they are mad, horse your selues now if you be men. Hee gallop must that after women rides, Get our wiues out of Towne, they take long strides. But why haue you brought vs to the wrong Inne? and withall possest Greenshield that my wife is not in towne: when my proiect was, that I would haue brought him vp into the chamber, where yong Fetherstone and his wife lay: and so all his Artillery should haue recoild into his owne bosome. O it will fall out farre better, you shall see my reuenge will haue a more neate and vnexpected conueyance: he hath bin all vp and downe the towne, to enquire for a Londoners wife, none such is to be found: for I haue mewd your wife vp already. mary he hees of a Yorke-shire Gentlewoman at next Inne, and thats all the commodity Ware affoords at this instant: now sir, he very pollitickly imagins, that your wife is ode to Puckridge, fiue mile further, for saith he in such a towne where Hosts will be familiar, and Tapsters saucie, & Chamberlaines worse then theeues intelligencers, theile neuer put foot out of Stirrop: either at Pucridge or Wades-mill (saith he) you shall finde them: & because our horses are weary, hee's gone to take vp Post horse: my counsaile is onely this, when he comes in, aine your selfe very melancholie, sweare you will ride no farer, and this is your part of the Comedy: the sequeil of the iest shall come like money borrowed of a Courtier, and paid within the day, a thing strange & vnexpected. Inough, Iha't, He comes. Come gallants, the post horse are ready, tis but a quarter of an houres riding, weele erit them and ke them in-faith. Are they growne pollitick? when do you see honesty couet corners, or a gentlemā thats no thiee lie in the Inne of a carrier. Nothing hath vndone my wife, but too much riding. She was a prity piec of a Poet indeed, & in her discourse would as many of your Gold-smits wiues doe, daw her mily from pretious stones, so wittily, as redder then your Ruby, harder then your Diamond, and so from stone to stone, in lsse time then a man can draw on a straight boote, as if she had beene an excellent Lapidary. Come will you to horse sir? No let her go to the diuell and she will, Ile not stirre a foote further. Gods pretious ist come to this: perswade him as you are a Gentleman, there will be ballads made of him, & the burthen thereof will be, if you had rode out 5. mile forward, he had found the fatall house of Braineford North-ward, O hone, hone, hone ononero. You are merry sir. Like your Cittizen, I neuer thinke of my debts, when I am a horseback. Vou imagin you are riding from your creditors. Good infaith: wil you to horse?