Barry, Lording · published 1608 · first performed or written 1603 [c.1603-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.88 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Wife range not too far I would advise you? Come home in time? vex me not beyond sufferance: The two edged sword of thy tongue, hath drawn blood o'my? patience, I say thou art all this while in an error. No, thou hast been all this while in an Urinal, thou hast gone out of thy compass in women's waters, You're a conjuror (forsooth) and can rouse your Spirits into Circles, a you old Fornicator that ever I saw that read beard of thine; now could I rail against thy complexion. I think in my conscience the traces & Caparison of Venus' coach, are made o'red hairs which may be a true Emblem, that no flaxen stuff, or tanned white-leather draws love like 'em; I think thou manured'st thy Chin with the droppings of Eggs and muscadine, before it bristled: a shame take thee and thy Loadstone: but 'tis no matter, Master Placket the Parritor has cited you, and you shall answer it. O the raging jealousy of a woman! do you hear wife I will show myself a man of sense, and answer you with silence, or like a man of wisdom, speak in brief: I say you are a scowl, and beware the Cucking stool? I say you are a nynnyhammer, and beware the cuckoo; for as sure as I have ware, i'll traffic with the next Merchant venturer, and in good time here comes gallants of the right trade. All alone mistress Glister? meditating who shallbe your next child's Father. Indeed methinks that should be one end of her thought an't be but to cry quittance with her husband, or whose abuse the Town rings. Flax and fire, flax and fire, here are fellows come in the nick, to light their matches at my tinder. He tells you true mistress Glister, the Doctor hath made you ordinary in our Ordinaries, satires whet their tooths, and steep rods in piss, Epigrams lie in Poetries pickle and we shall have rhyme out of all reason against you. Ere long he will take up his station at a stationer's, where we shall see him do penance in a Sheet at least. O I am nettled, my patience is so provoked, that I must doff my modesty: what shall I do? if ye be honest gentlemen, counsel me in my revenge, teach me what to do, make my Case your own. Why you are in the common road of revenge, take which hand you will, you cannot go out o'your way; 'tis as soon taken, as Time by his forepart. Faith since he has struck with the sword, strike you with the Scabbard: in plain terms Cuckold him: you may as easily do't, as lie down o'your bed. This gear cottons i'faith. I apprehend you gentlemen: Lord how much better are two heads then one, to make one large head?
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Length
479 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.876 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
Wife range not too farre I would aduiſe you? Come home in time? vex me not beyond ſufferance: The two edg'd ſword of thy tong, hath drawne bloud o'my? patience, I ſay thou art all this while in an error. No, thou haſt been all this while in an Vrinall, thou haſt gone out of thy compaſſe in womens waters, Y'are a coniurer (forſooth) and can rouſe your Spirits into Circles, a you old Fornicator that euer I ſaw that read beard of thine; nowe could I raile againſt thy complexion. I think in my conſcience the Traſes & Capariſon of Venus coach, are made o'red hayres which may be a true Embleme, that no flaxen ſtuff, or tan'd white-leather drawes loue like 'hem; J thinke thou manurd'ſt thy Chin with the droppings of Egs and Muſkadine, before it briſled: a ſhame take thee and thy Loadſtone: but tis no matter, Maſter Placket the Parritor has cyted you, and you ſhall anſwer it. O the raging iealouſie of a woman! do you heare wife I will ſhew my ſelfe a man of ſense, and anſwer you with ſilence, or like a man of wiſedome, ſpeake in briefe: I ſay you are a ſcowld, and beware the Cucking ſtoole? I ſay you are a nynnyhammer, and beware the Cuckoe; for as ſure as J haue ware, ile traffique with the next Marchant venturer, and in good time here comes gallants of the right trade. All alone miſtriſſe Gliſter? meditating who ſhalbe your next childs Father. Indeed me thinks that ſhould be one end of her thought an't be but to crie quittance with her huſband, or whoſe abuſe the Towne rings. Flax and fire, flax and fire, here are fellowes come in the nick, to light their matches at my tynder. He tells you true miſtriſſe Gliſter, the Doctor hath made you ordinary in our Ordinaries, Satyres whet their tooths, and ſteep rods in piſſe, Epigrams lye in Poetries pickle and we ſhall haue ryme out of all reaſon againſt you. Ere long hee will take vp his ſtation at a Stationers, where wee ſhall ſee him doe pennaunce in a Sheete at leaſt. O I am netled, my patience is ſo prouoak't, that I muſt doffe my modeſty: what ſhall I do? if yee be honeſt gentlemen, counſell me in my reuenge, teach me what to do, make my Caſe your own. VVhy you are in the common roade of reuenge, take which hand you will, you cannot goe out o'your waye; tis as ſoone taken, as Tyme by his forepart. Faith ſince he has ſtrooke with the ſword, ſtrike you with the Scabbard: in plaine termes Cuckold him: you may as eaſilie do't, as lye downe o'your bed. This geare cottens yfaith. I apprehend you gentlemen: Lord how much better are two heads then one, to make one large head?