Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
But, for what cause? The mere portent of nature. He is an utter stranger, to my loins. Have they made you to this! I will not hear thee, Monster of men, swine, goat, wolf, parricide, Speak not, thou viper. Sir, I will sit down, And rather wish my innocence should suffer, Than I resist the authority of a father. signor CORVINO. This is strange! Who's this? The husband. Is he sworn? He is. Speak then. This woman (please your fatherhoods) is a whore, Of most hot exercise, more than a partridge, Upon record— No more. Neighs, like a jennet. Preserve the honour of the court. I shall, And modesty of your most reverend ears. And, yet, I hope that I may say, these eyes Have seen her glued unto that piece of cedar; That fine well-timbered gallant: and that, here, The letters may be read, through the horn, That make the story perfect. Excellent! sir. There is no shame in this, now, is there? None. Or if I said, I hoped that she were onward To her damnation, if there be a hell Greater than whore, and woman; a good catholic May make the doubt. His grief hath made him frantic. Remove him, hence. Look to the woman. Prettily feigned! again! Stand from about her. Give her the air. What can you say? My wound Rare! (May't please your wisdoms) speaks for me, received In aid of my good patron, when he missed His sought-for father, when that well-taught dame Had her eve given her, to cry out a rape. O, most laid impudence! Fathers— Sir, be silent, You had your hearing free, so must they theirs. I do begin to doubt th' imposture here. This woman, has too many moods. Grave fathers, She is a creature, of a most professed, And prostituted lewdness. Most impetuous! Unsatisfied, grave fathers! May her feignings Not take your wisdoms: but, this day, she baited A stranger, a grave knight, with her loose eyes, And more lascivious kisses. This man saw 'em Together, on the water, in a gondola. Here is the lady herself, that saw 'em too, Without; who, then, had in the open streets Pursued them, but for saving her knight's honour. Produce that lady. Let her come. These things, They strike, with wonder! I am turned a stone! be resolute, madame. ay, this same is she. Out, thou chameleon harlot; now, thine eyes Vie tears with the hyaena: dar'st thou look Upon my wronged face? I cry your pardons. I fear, I have (forgettingly) transgressed Against the dignity of the court— No, madame. And been exorbitant— You have not, lady. These proofs are strong. Surely, I had no purpose: To scandalize your honours, or my sexes. We do believe it. Surely, you may believe it. Madame, we do. Indeed, you may; my breeding Is not so course— We know it. To offend With pertinacy— Lady. Such a presence: No, surely. We well think it.
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But, for what cause? The meere portent of nature. He is an vtter stranger, to my loines. Haue they made you to this! I will not heare thee, Monster of men, swine, goate, wolfe, parricide, Speake not, thou viper. Sir, I will sit downe, And rather wish my innocence should suffer, Then I resist the authority of a father. Signior CORVINO. This is strange! Who's this? The husband. Is he sworn? He is. Speak then. This woman (please your father-hoods) is a whore, Of most hot exercise, more then a partrich, Vpon record— No more. Neighes, like a iennet. Preserue the honour of the court. I shall, And modestie of your most reuerend eares. And, yet, I hope that I may say, these eyes Haue seene her glew'd vnto that peece of cedar; That fine well-timber'd gallant: and that, here, The letters may be read, thorough the horne, That make the story perfect. Excellent! sir. There is no shame in this, now, is there? None. Or if I said, I hop'd that she were onward To her damnation, if there be a hell Greater then whore, and woman; a good catholique May make the doubt. His griefe hath made him frantique. Remoue him, hence. Looke to the woman. Prettily fain'd! againe! Stand from about her. Giue her the ayre. What can you say? My wound Rare! (May't please your wisdomes) speakes for me, receiu'd In ayde of my good patron, when he mist His sought-for father, when that well-taught dame Had her eue giuen her, to cry out a rape. O, most lay'd impudence! Fathers— Sir, be silent, You had your hearing free, so must they theirs. I do begin to doubt th' imposture here. This woman, has too many moodes. Graue fathers, She is a creature, of a most profest, And prostituted lewdnesse. Most impetuous! Vnsatisfied, graue fathers! May her fainings Not take your wisdomes: but, this day, she baited A stranger, a graue knight, with her loose eyes, And more lasciuious kisses. This man saw 'hem Together, on the water, in a gondola. Here is the lady her selfe, that saw 'hem too, Without; who, then, had in the open streets Pursu'd them, but for sauing her knights honour. Produce that lady. Let her come. These things, They strike, with wonder! I am turn'd a stone! BEe resolute, madame. I, this same is shee. Out, thou chameleon harlot; now, thine eies Vie teares with the hyaena: dar'st thou looke Vpon my wronged face? I cry your pardons. I feare, I haue (forgettingly) transgrest Against the dignitie of the court— No, madame. And beene exorbitant— You haue not, lady. These proofes are strong. Surely, I had no purpose: To scandalize your honours, or my sexes. VVe do beleeue it. Surely, you may beleeue it. Madame, we do. Indeede, you may; my breeding Is not so course— VVe know it. To offend VVith pertinacy— Lady. Such a presence: No, surely. VVe well thinke it.