Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.83 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
You have, prove it, prove it: where's the Courtier, you should have ta'en in my bosom: I'll spit my gall in's face, that can tax me of any dishonour: have I lost the pleasure of mine eyes, the sweets of my youth, the wishes of my blood: and the portion of my friends, to be thus dishonoured, to be reputed vild in London, whilst my husband prepares common diseases for me at Ware, O god O god. Prettily well dissembled. As I am true hostess you are to blame sir, what are you masters: I'll know what you are afore you depart masters, dost thou leave thy Chamber in an honest Inn, to come and inveigle my customers, and you had sent for me up, and kissed me and used me like an hostess, 'twould never have grieved me, but to do it to a stranger. I'll leave you sir. Stay, why how now sweet gentlewoman, cannot I come forth to breathe myself, but I must be haunted, rail upon old Bellamont, that he may discover them, you remember Fetherstone Greenshield. I remember them, ay, they are two as cogging, dishonourable damned forsworn beggarly gentlemen, as are in all London, and there's a reverent old gentleman to, your pander in my conscience. Lady, I will not as the old gods were wont, swear by the infernal Styx: but by all the mingled wine in the seller beneath, and the smoke of Tobacco that hath fumed over the vessailes, I did not procure your husband this banqueting dish of sucket look you behold the parenthesis. Nay I'll see your face too. My dear unkind husband; I protest to thee I have played this knavish part only to be witty. That I might be presently turned into a matter more solid than horn, into Marble Your husband gentlewoman: why he never was a soldier ay but a Lady got him pricked for a Captain, I warrant you, he will answer to the name of Captain, though he be none: like a Lady that will not think scorn to answer to the name of her first husband; though he wear a Soap-boiler. Hang of thou devil, away. No, no, you fled me other day, When I was with child you ran away, But since I have caught you now. A pox of your wit and your singing. Nay look you sir, she must sing because we'll be merry, what though you rod not five mile forward, you have found that fatal house at Brainford Northward, O hone ho no nam ne ro. God refuse me Gentlemen, you may laugh and be merry: but I am a Cuckold and I think you knew of it, who lay i'th' sedges with you tonight wild-duck. nobody with me, as I shall be saved: but Master Fetherstone, came to meet me as far as Roistone.
nodes 935–954 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 37 of 42 in this edition
Length
478 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.826 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T26 · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You haue, proue it, proue it: wheres the Courtier, you should haue tane in my bosome: Ile spit my gall in's face, that can tax me of any dishonor: haue I lost the pleasure of mine eyes, the sweetes of my youth, the wishes of my bloud: and the portion of my friends, to be thus dishonord, to be reputed vild in London, whilst my husband prepares common diseases for me at Ware, O god O god. Prettily wel dissembled. As I am true hostice you are to blame sir, what are you maisters: Ile know what you are afore you depart maisters, dost thou leaue thy Chamber in an honest Inne, to come and inueagle my costomers, and you had sent for me vp, and kist me and vsde me like an hostice▪ twold neuer haue greued mee, but to do it to a stranger. Ile leaue you sir. Stay, why how now sweete gentlewoman, cannot I come forth to breath my selfe, but I must bee haunted, raile vpon olde Bellamont, that he may discouer them, you remember Fetherstone Greensheild. I remember them, I, they are two as coging, dishonorable dambd forsworne beggerly gentlemē, as are in al London, and ther's a reuerent old gentleman to, your pander in my conscience. Lady, I wil not as the old goddes were wont, sweare by the infernall tix: but by all the mingled wine in the seller beneath, and the smoke of Tobacco that hath fumed ouer the vessailes, I did not procure your husband this banqueting dish of suckket looke you behold the parenthesis. Nay Ile see your face too. My deare vnkind husband; I protest to thee I haue playd this knauish part only to be witty. That I might bee presently turned into a mater more sodllid then horne, into Marble Your husband gentlewoman: why hee neuer was a souldier I but a Lady got him prickt for a Captaine, I warrant you, he wil answere to the name of Captaine, though hee bee none: like a Lady thar wil not think scorne to answere to the name of her firs husband; though he weare a Sope-boyler. Hange of thou diuill, away. No, no, you fled me tother day, When I was with child you ran away, But since I haue caught you now. A pox of your wit and your singing. Nay looke you sir, she must sing because weele be merry, what though you rod not fiue mile forward, you haue foūd that fatall house at Brainford Northward, O hone ho no na ne ro. God refuse mee Gentlemen, you may laugh and bee merry: but I am a Cockold and I thinke you knew of it, who lay ith segges with you to night wild-ducke. No body with me, as I shall be saued: but Maister Fetherstone, came to meete me as far as Roistone.