Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Nay, now, there is no starting back; and therefore, Resolve upon it: I have so decreed. It must be done. Nor, would I move't afore, Because I would avoid all shifts and tricks, That might deny me. Sir, let me beseech you, Affect not these strange trials; if you doubt My chastity, why lock me up, for ever: Make me the heir of darkness. Let me live, Where I may please your fears, if not your trust. Believe it, I have no such humour, I. All that I speak, I mean; yet I am not mad: Not horn-mad, see you? Go too, show yourself Obedient, and a wife. O heaven! I say it, Do so. Was this the train? I'have told you reasons; What the physicians have set down; how much, It may concern me; what my engagements are; My means; and the necessity of those means, For my recovery: wherefore, it you be Loyal, and mine, be won, respect my venture. Before your honour? Honour? tut, a breath; There's no such thing, in nature: a mere term Invented to awe fools. What is my gold The worse, for touching? clothes, for being looked on? Why, this 's no more. An old, decrepit wretch, That has no sense, no sinew; takes his meat With others fingers; only knows to gape, When you do scald his gums; a voice; a shadow; And, what can this man hurt you? Lord! what spirit Is this hath entered him? And for your fame, That's such a jig; as if I would go tell it, Cry it, on the piazza! who shall know it? But he, that cannot speak it; and this fellow, Whose lips are i' my pocket: save yourself, If you'll proclaim't, you may. I know no other, Should come to know it. Are heaven, and saints then nothing? Will they be blind, or stupid? How? Good Sir, Be jealous still, emulate them; and think What hate they burn with, toward every sin. I grant you: if I thought it were a sin, I would not urge you. Should I offer this To some young Frenchman, or hot Tuscan blood, That had read ARETINE, conned all his prints, Knew every quirk within lust's labyrinth, And were professed critic, in lechery; And I would look upon him, and applaud him, This were a sin: but here, 'tis contrary, A pious work, mere charity, for physic, And honest polity, to assure mine own. O heaven! canst thou suffer such a change? Thou art mine honour, MOSCA, and my pride; My joy, my tickling, my delight! go, bring 'em. Please you draw near, sir. Come on, what— You will not be rebellious? by that light— Sir, signor CORVINO, here, is come to see you. Oh. And hearing of the consultation had, So lately, for your health, is come to offer, Or rather, sir, to prostitute— Thanks, sweet MOSCA. Freely, unasked, or unentreated— Well. (As the true, fervent instance of his love) His own most fair and proper wife; the beauty, Only of price, in Venice— 'Tis well urged.
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Nay, now, there is no starting backe; and therefore, Resolue vpon it: I haue so decree'd. It must be done. Nor, would I moue't afore, Because I would auoide all shifts and tricks, That might denie me. Sir, let me beseech you, Affect not these strange trials; if you doubt My chastitie, why locke me vp, for euer: Make me the heyre of darkenesse. Let me liue, Where I may please your feares, if not your trust. Beleeue it, I haue no such humor, I. All that I speake, I meane; yet I am not mad: Not horne-mad, see you? Go too, shew your selfe Obedient, and a wife. O heauen! I say it, Do so. Was this the traine? I'haue told you reasons; What the physitians haue set downe; how much, It may concerne me; what my engagements are; My meanes; and the necessitie of those meanes, For my recouery: wherefore, it you bee Loyall, and mine, be wonne, respect my venture. Before your honour? Honour? tut, a breath; There's no such thing, in nature: a meere terme Inuented to awe fooles. What is my gold The worse, for touching? clothes, for being look'd on? Why, this 's no more. An old, decrepit wretch, That ha's no sense, no sinew; takes his meate With others fingers; onely knowes to gape, When you doe scald his gummes; a voice; a shadow; And, what can this man hurt you? Lord! what spirit Is this hath entred him? And for your fame, That's such a Iigge; as if I would goe tell it, Crie it, on the piazza! who shall know it? But hee, that cannot speake it; and this fellow, Whose lippes are i' my pocket: saue your selfe, If you'll proclaime't, you may. I know no other, Should come to know it. Are heauen, and saints then nothing? Will they be blinde, or stupide? How? Good Sir, Be iealous still, aemulate them; and thinke What hate they burne with, toward euery sinne. I grant you: if I thought it were a sinne, I would not vrge you. Should I offer this To some yong Frenchman, or hot Tuscane bloud, That had read ARETINE, conn'd all his printes, Knew euery quirke within lusts laborinth, And were profest critique, in lechery; And I would looke vpon him, and applaud him, This were a sinne: but here, 'tis contrary, A pious worke, mere charity, for physick, And honest politie, to assure mine owne. O heauen! canst thou suffer such a change? Thou art mine honor, MOSCA, and my pride; My ioy, my tickling, my delight! goe, bring 'hem. Please you draw neere, sir. Come on, what— You will not be rebellious? by that light— Sir, signior CORVINO, here, is come to see you. Oh. And hearing of the consultation had, So lately, for your health, is come to offer, Or rather, sir, to prostitute— Thankes, sweet MOSCA. Freely, vn-ask'd, or vn-intreated— Well. (As the true, feruent instance of his loue) His owne most faire and proper wife; the beauty, Onely of price, in Venice— 'Tis well vrg'd.