Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
i'faith. For how long? Till death. O deadly lie. I'll tell you just how long, love's bred i'th' blood, Prospers as long as beauties in the bud. When beauty withers, lustful love grows cold, And ere it be half ripe, 'tis rotten old. If you have me, you must not put on yellows, I'll have my self, my servant and my fellows. My love, my liking, and a second me, I love to relish sweet variety: Your old wife moved you, I shall vex you more. Take Coach with Gallants even a sore your door. Take Rings, give bracelets woven of my hair, Which to spite you, my servants arm shall wear. I'll in your presence sit upon his knee, Exchanging kisses if you speak to me. I'll pont. scorn, cry mew, and look aside, At which, if you but frown, i'll roundly chide, I am not as I seem, dissembling wit Is my best means. Square to my humour fit. I was a Beggar borne. And so was I. Traded in lust and gainful brothelry. The fitter for my turn, I was a man Borne to no hopes, but a few shreds of wit A Grammar Scholar, than a scrivener. Dealing for private use twixt man and man, and by close broke age set them at debate: Incensed them unto Law, which to maintain, I lent them money upon Lands and Plate, After the rate of sevenscore in the hundred. Then did I learn to counterfeit men's hands, Noblemen's arms, interline Evidences, Make false conveyances, yet with a trick, Close and cocksure, I coney-catched the world. Having scraped pretty wealth, I fell in League With my first wife, and (though I say't myself) She had good doings, her back comings in And private goings out, raised me aloft: I followed cases of the law abroad, and she was merry with her friends at home. Did you near take her kissing? twenty times. Were you not jealous? Never nothing less. Yet saw her kiss with Strangers. Kiss and play. And were you a Cuckold. Cuckold by this light. What? a wittal. And a wittal too. And knew't? And knew't. And suffered it. I did. It went attired in gold, a golden Crest, Is a brave fashion, and accounted best. Madam, my Lord. What news? The Prince. The Prince. And Iulio. Which way? Where? From thence. That way the vault, from thence the private door, as I stood sentinel at the further end of the Vault, they being unacquainted with the turnings, came groping and feeling, as commonly men will do especially in a strange place, and as I am true sinner, had I not spied the Diamond on his finger (twin, to this o' my conscience) they had been upon me in the dark ere I had been aware of them. The Prince. And Iulio. Quick away. What plot? Behind the Arras? scaped behind the Arras. Behind the Arras.
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I faith. For how long? Till death. O deadly lye. Ile tell you iuſt how long, loue's bred i'th blood, Proſpers as long as beauties in the bud. When beautie withers, luſtfull loue growes colde, And ere it be halfe ripe, tis rotten old. If you haue me, you muſt not put on yellowes, Ile haue my felfe, my ſervant and my fellowes. My loue, my liking, and a ſecond me, I loue to relliſh ſweet varietie: Your old wife mou'd you, I ſhall vex you more. Take Coach with Gallants euen a ſore your dore. Take Rings, giue bracelets wouen of my haire, Which to ſpight you, my Seruants arme ſhall weare. Ile in your prefence ſit vppon his knee, Exchanging kiſſes if you ſpeake to me. Ile pont in ſcorne, crie mew, and looke aſide, At which, if you but frowne, ile roundly chide, I am not as I ſeeme, diſſembling wit Is my beſt meanes. Square to my humour fit. I was a Beggar borne. And ſo was I. Traded in luſt and gainefull brothelrie. The fitter for my turne, I was a man Borne to no hopes, but a few ſhreds of witt A Grammer Scholler, then a Scriuenor. Dealing for priuate vſe twixt man and man, and by cloſe broake age ſet them at debate: Incenſt them vnto Law, which to maintaine, I lent them money vpon Lands and Plate, After the rate of ſeauen-ſcore in the hundred. Then did I learne to countefeit mens hands, Noble-mens armes, interline Euidences, Make falſe conueyances, yet with a trick, Cloſe and cock-ſure, I cony-catch'd the world. Hauing ſcrap'd prettie wealth, I fell in League With my firſt wife, and (though I ſay't my ſelfe) She had good dooings, her backe commings in And priuate goings out, rais'd me aloft: I followed caſes of the law abroad, and ſhe wae merrie with her friends at home. Did you nere take her kiſſing? Twentie times. Were you not Iealious? Neuer nothing leſſe. Yet ſaw her kiſſe with Strangers. Kiſſe and play. And were you a Cuckold. Cuckold by this light. What? a wittall. And a Wittall too. And knew't? And knew't. And ſufferd it. I did. It went attirde in golde, a golden Creſt, Is a braue faſhion, and accounted beſt. Madam, my Lord. What newes? The Prince. The Prince. And Iulio. Which way? Where? From thence. That way the vault, from thence the priuate dore, as I ſtood Centinell at the further end of the Vault, they being vnacquainted with the turnings, came goping and feeling, as commonly men wil do eſpecially in a ſtrange place, and as I am true ſinner, had I not ſpyed the Diamōd on his finger (twinne, to this a my conſcience) they had beene vpon me in the darke ere I had bene aware of them. The Prince. And Iulio. Quick away. What plot? Behinde the Arras? ſcapt behinde the Arras. Behinde the Arras.