Heywood, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1603 [Feb 12-Mar 6, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I love your husband to, And for his love I will engage my life, Mistake me not, the augmentation Of my sincere affection borne to you, Doth no whit lessen my regard of him, I will be secret Lady, close as night, And not the light of one small glorious star Shall shine here in my forehead, to bewray That act of night. What shall I say? My soul is wandering, and hath lost her way. Oh master Wendol: oh, Sigh not sweet saint. For every sigh you breath, draws from my heart A drop of blood. I near offended yet, My fault I fear, will in brow be writ; Women that fall not quite bereft of grace, Have their offences noted in their face. I blush and am ashamed, oh master Wendol Pray God I be not borne to curse your tongue, That hath enchanted me. This maze I am in, I fear will prove the labyrinth of sin. The path of pleasure, and the gate to bliss, Which on your lips I knock at with a kiss. I'll kill the rogue. your husband is from home, your beds no blab: Nay look not down and blush. Zounds I'll stab: I Nick, was it thy chance to come Just in the nick, I love my master, and I hate that slave, I love my mistress, but these tricks I like not, My Master shall not pocket up this wrong; I'll eat my fingers first, what sayst thou mettle? does not the rascal Wendol go on legs That thou must cut off, hath he not Hamstrings That thou must hough? Nay metal thou shalt stand To all I say, I'll henceforth turn a spy, And watch them in their close conveyances, I never looked for better of that Rascal Since he came miching first into our house, It is that Sathan hath corrupted her, For she was fair and chaste, I'll have an eye In all their gestures, thus I think of them, If they proceed as they have done before, Wendol's a knave, my Mistress is a etc. Sister, you see we are driven to hard shift To keep this poor house we have left unsold, I am now enforced to follow husbandry, And you to milk, and do we not live well? Well I thank God. O brother here's a change, Since old Sir Charles died in our father's house All things on earth thus change, some up, some down, Contents a kingdom, and I wear that Crown, God morrow, god morrow sir Charles what with your sister Plying your husbandry: Sergeant stand off, You have a pretty house here, and a garden, And goodly ground about it, since it lies So near a Lordship that I lately bought, I would fain buy it of you, I will give you.
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I loue your husband to, And for his loue I wil ingage my life, Mistake me not, the augmentation Of my sincere affection borne to you, Doth no whit lessen my regard of him, I will bee secret Lady, close as night, And not the light of one smal glorious star Shal shine heer in my forehead, to bewray That act of night. What shal I say? My soule is wandring, and hath lost her way. Oh maister Wendol: oh, Sigh not sweet saint. For euery sigh you breath, drawes from my hart A drop of blood. I nere offended yet, My fault I feare, wil in brow be writ; Women that fal not quite bereft of grace, Haue their offences noted in their face. I blush and am ashamd, oh maister Wendol Pray God I be not borne to curse your tongue, That hath inchanted me. This maze I am in, I feare will proue the laborinth of sin. The path of pleasure, and the gate to blisse, Which on your lips I knocke at with a kisse. Ile kil the rogue. your husband is from home, your beds no blab: Nay looke not downe and blush. Zounds Ile stab: I Nick, was it thy chance to come Iust in the nicke, I loue my maister, and I hate that slaue, I loue my mistris, but these tricks I like not, My Master shal not pocket vp this wrong; Ile eat my fingers first, what saist thou mettle? Dos not the rascall Wendol go on legs That thou must cut off, hath he not Hamstrings That thou must hough? Nay mettal thou shalt stand To al I say, Ile henceforth turne a spy, And watch them in their close conueyances, I neuer lookt for better of that Rascal Since he came miching first into our house, It is that Sathan hath currupted her, For she was faire and chast, Ile haue an eie In al their gestures, thus I thinke of them, If they proceed as they haue done before, Wendols a knaue, my Mistris is a &c. Sister, you see we are driuen to hard shift To keepe this poore house we haue left vnsold, I am now inforcst to follow husbandry, And you to milke, and do we not liue wel? Wel I thanke God. O brother heeres a change, Since old Sir Charles died in our fathers house Al thinges on earth thus change, some vp, some downe, Contents a kingdome, and I weare that Crowne, God morrow, god morrow sir Charls what with your sister Plying your husbandry: Sergeant stand off, You haue a pretty house here, and a garden, And goodly ground about it, since it lies So neare a Lordship that I lately bought, I would faine buy it of you, I will giue you.