Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.77 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
This my discourse intends, Were husband's Saints, some wives would have close friends. Some bade perhaps, but— Husbands but for't, true, wilt? prithee wilt thou? What? ud's Hartlings do? Do what? Love-tricks quickly, wilt thou prithee. No, I prize my credit. Credit? life a man, What talks of credit? art not known a strumpet? You do me wrong. Damnation, what a gloss, This gilded copper, Diamond of glass, What strange show it makes? i'll give you a color Your face was near worse painted, then i'll paint Your wainscot credit, you are a private bit, Kept for some great made dives. Red hot scandal Suck the native colour of your souls As it hath scorched thy credit, shriveled bawd, Sponge, Lemon-pill, and more irrelishable Than o'erdried Stockfish, fie. Upon thy shame. Thy husband, O thy husband's bow-legged fame Death I shall hate thee. O for honour do. Swear thou art my strumpet. I'll endure that to. Shalt not deny't, heart, canst not. Yes, I can. Do't for thy life, thy soul, base courtesan. Farewell, if friendship be at such a rate, Before i'll purchased, i'll live still in hate. Heart, a new fashion, A Lady poor, beautiful and chaste? clean From the bias of Custom: to be poor, painted, And proud is as common in Genoa, as felt and feather In the fortunate Island: but chaste and poor, As singular and rare, as Conscience with the Anabaptist. Come hither Boy, didst never owe me service Yes Madam, more than ever I paid you honestly, and were a not my Master. Thy Master, who? Horatio, he that puts chastity to the quick, & honour to the stab, but i'll show him the nature of a right Frenchman, deny him homage, for swear allegiance, and come behind hand in cash keeping, & with his own purse maintain you against him. Thy purpose briefly. In bald sentences, your noted wrongs are pitied. Pitied, by whom? By me, lodgings prepared and diet, which I humbly tender your honour, as first payment of the ancient debt, my service owes you. But is the lodging private? At mine own mothers, and though I say't, she keeps an honest house, though my father be a Citizen. Of what profession? Neither fool nor Physician, but an ingenious Pothecary. And what resort? Very civil and most quiet resort, patients, the house is set round with patients twice or thrice a day, and because they'll be sure not to want drink, every one brings his own water in an Urinal with him. Doth a use physic too? that's beyond his warrant. O Lord Madam, better men than he strain courtesy with their warrants in this age, besides, you being musical, shall meet much content, for my mother lodges three or four Knights & ladies' Daughters that practise music and needlework, and will no doubt be exceeding proud of your company, wilt please you walk?
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484 words · 683 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.773 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T26 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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This my diſcourſe intends, Were huſbands Saints, ſome wiues would haue cloſe friends. Some bad perhaps, but— Husbands but for't, true, woot? prethee woot thou? What? Vd's Hartlings doe? Doe what? Loue-tricks quickly, woo't thou prethee. No, I prize my credit. Credit? life a man, What talks of credit? art not knowne a ſtrumpet? You doe me wrong. Damnation, what a gloſſe, This gilded copper, Diamond of glaſſe, What ſtrang ſhew it makes? ile giue you a colot Your face was nere worſe painted, then ile paint Your Wain-fcot credit, you are a priuate bit, Kept for ſome great made Diues. Red hot ſcandall Suck the natiue coulour of your ſoules As it hath ſcorch'd thy credit, ſhriueld Baw'd, Spunge, Lemon-pill, and more irreliſhable Then ore-dride Stock-fiſh, fie. Vpon thy ſhame. Thy husband, O thy husbands bow-leg'd fame Death I ſhall hate thee. O for honour doe. Sweare thou art my ſtrumpet. Ile indure that to. Shalt not deny't, hart, canſt not. Yes, I can. Doo't for thy life, thy ſoule, baſſe curtezan. Farwell, if friendſhip be at ſuch a rate, Before ile purchaſt, ile liue ſtill in hate. Hart, a new faſhion, A Lady poore, beautifull and chaſt? cleane From the bias of Cuſtome: to be poore, painted, And proud is as cōmon in Genoa, as felt and feather In the fortunate Iland: but chaſt and poore, As ſinguler and rare, as Conſcience with the Anabaptiſt. Come hether Boy, didſt neuer owe me ſeruice Yes Madam, more then euer I paid you honeſtly, and were a not my Maiſter. Thy Maiſter, who? Horatio, he that puts chaſtetie to the quick, & honor to the ſtab, but ile ſhew him the nature of a right French-man, deny him homage, for ſweare allegiance, and come behinde hand in caſh keeping, & with his owne purſſe maintaine you againſt him. Thy purpoſe brieflie. In balde ſentences, your noted wrongs are pittied. Pittyed, by whome? By me, lodgings prepar'd and dyet, which I humbly tender your honor, as firſt paiment of the ancient debt, my ſeruice owes you. But is the lodging priuate? At mine owne mothers, and though I ſay't, ſhe keepes an honeſt houſe, though my father bee a Cittizn. Of what profeſſion? Neither foole nor Phiſitian, but an ingenious Pothecarie. And what reſort? Verie ciuil and moſte quiet reſort, patients, the houſe is ſet round with patients twice or thrice a day, and becauſe theile be ſure not to want drinke, euerie one brings his owne water in an Vrinall with him. Doth a vſe phiſicke too? that's beyond his warrant. O Lord Madam, better men then hee ſtraine curteſie with their warrants in this age, beſides, you being muſicall, ſhall meet much content, for my mother lodges three or foure Knights & Ladies Daughters that practiſe muſicke and needle-work, and wil no doubt be exceeding proud of your company, wilt pleaſe you walke?