Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.81 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Sir. The thing, (But that I would not seem to counsel you) I should have motioned to you, at the first: And, make your count, you have cut all their throats. Why! 'tis directly taking a possession! And, in his next fit, we may let him go. 'Tis but to pull the pillow, from his head, And he is throttled: 't had been done, before, But for your scrupulous doubts. ay, a plague on't, My conscience fools my wit. Well, I'll be brief, And so be thou, lest they should be before us; Go home, prepare him, tell him, with what zeal, And willingness, I do it: swear it was, On the first hearing (as thou mayst do, truly) Mine own free motion. Sir, I warrant you, I'll so possess him with it, that the rest Of his starved clients shall be banished, all; And only you received. But come not, sir, Until I send, for I have something else To ripen, for your good (you must not know't) But do not you forget to send, now. Fear not. WHere are you, wife? my CELIA? wife? what, blubbering? Come, dry those tears. I think, thou thought'st me in earnest? Ha? by this light, I talked so but to try thee. methinks, the lightness of the occasion Should ha' confirmed thee. Come, I am not jealous. No? Faith, I am not, ay, nor never was: It is a poor, unprofitable humour. Do not I know, if women have a will, They'll do 'gainst all the watches, o' the world? And that the fiercest spies, are tamed with gold? Tut, I am confident in thee, thou shalt see't: And see, I'll give thee cause too, to believe it. Come, kiss me. Go, and make thee ready straight, In all thy best attire, thy choicest jewels, Put 'em all on, and, with 'em, thy best looks: We are invited to a solemn feast, At old VOLPONE'S, where it shall appear How far I am free, from jealousy, or fear. I Fear, I shall begin to grow in love With my dear self, and my most prosperous parts, They do so spring, and burgeon; I can feel A whimsy i' my blood: (I know not how) Success hath made me wanton. I could skip Out of my skin, now, like a subtle snake, I am so limber. O! Your Parasite Is a most precious thing, dropped from above, Not bred 'mongst clods, and clot-polls, here on earth. I muse, the mystery was not made a science, It is so liberally professed! almost All the wise world is little else, in nature, But Parasites, or Sub-parasites. And, yet, I mean not those, that have your bare town-art, To know, who's fit to feed 'em; have no house, No family, no care, and therefore mould Tales for men's ears, to bait that sense; or get Kitchen-invention, and some stale receipts To please the belly, and the groin; nor those, With their court-dog-tricks, that can fawn, and fleer,
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501 words · 723 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.806 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Sir. The thing, (But that I would not seeme to counsell you) I should haue motion'd to you, at the first: And, make your count, you haue cut all their throtes. Why! 'tis directly taking a possession! And, in his next fit, we may let him goe. 'Tis but to pull the pillow, from his head, And he is thratled: 't had beene done, before, But for your scrupulous doubts. I, a plague on't, My conscience fooles my wit. Well, I'le be briefe, And so be thou, lest they should be before vs; Goe home, prepare him, tell him, with what zeale, And willingnesse, I doe it: sweare it was, On the first hearing (as thou maist doe, truely) Mine owne free motion. Sir, I warrant you, I'le so possesse him with it, that the rest Of his staru'd clients shall be banisht, all; And onely you receiu'd. But come not, sir, Vntill I send, for I haue some-thing else To ripen, for your good (you must not know't) But doe not you forget to send, now. Feare not. WHere are you, wife? my CELIA? wife? what, blubbering? Come, drie those teares. I thinke, thou thought'st me in earnest? Ha? by this light, I talk'd so but to trie thee. Me thinkes, the lightnesse of the occasion Should ha' confirm'd thee. Come, I am not iealous. No? Faith, I am not, I, nor neuer was: It is a poore, vnprofitable humour. Doe not I know, if women haue a will, They'll doe 'gainst all the watches, o' the world? And that the fiercest spies, are tam'd with gold? Tut, I am confident in thee, thou shalt see't: And see, I'le giue thee cause too, to beleeue it. Come, kisse me. Goe, and make thee ready straight, In all thy best attire, thy choicest iewells, Put 'hem all on, and, with 'hem, thy best lookes: We are inuited to a solemne feast, At old VOLPONE'S, where it shall appeare How far I am free, from iealousie, or feare. I Feare, I shall begin to grow in loue With my deare selfe, and my most prosp'rous parts, They doe so spring, and burgeon; I can feele A whimsey i' my bloud: (I know not how) Successe hath made me wanton. I could skip Out of my skin, now, like a subtill snake, I am so limber. O! Your Parasite Is a most precious thing, dropt from aboue, Not bred 'mong'st clods, and clot-poules, here on earth. I muse, the mysterie was not made a science, It is so liberally profest! almost All the wise world is little else, in nature, But Parasites, or Sub-parasites. And, yet, I meane not those, that haue your bare towne-arte, To know, who's fit to feede 'hem; haue no house, No family, no care, and therefore mould Tales for mens eares, to bait that sense; or get Kitchin-inuention, and some stale receipts To please the belly, and the groine; nor those, With their court-dog-tricks, that can fawne, and fleere,