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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
'mongst her lustful Mates, She shames not to give out, that by your greatness, knowledge, credit, and friends in highest place, You have divorced her without due desert. We must demur of this, i'll have a trick By way of Habeas Corpus to remove This talking Gossip, come Horatio, Some project, how? what course for her remove: I cannot counsel, but fore-god my Lord, My lodgings mightily annoyed with rats, That eat my papers and deface my books How should I rid them. Easily, poison them, And well remembered, this she Rat my wife, That eats and tears the leaves of my repute, Shall taste like speeding Physic in thine ear, Canst temper poison? Yes. And kill a Rat. That she shall never swell on't. Mum for that, This she Rat is a Devil. A Limb of Sathan. Envy. Destruction. Malice. Ratsbane do't? Ere my disgrace get age, rare tricks and I will fool the world, wilt, do't? The Rate shall die. Quick pretty Damsels, that your task were done The forenoon's eldest minutes almost run. Then the glass runs to fast. I think not so, Hadst thou my cares, thou'dst think it ran too slow. I have my task forsooth. So have not I. Yet with these sands my sorrows run away I turn them with the glass, the glass is run, Yet my huge mass of cares is scarce begun, Here's a fault, little one what work make you. True stitch forsooth. Then see you work it true. Pray madam teach me to take out this knot Of heart's ease. heart's ease, I have almost forgot, I could have wrought it well when I was young: But in good sadness, I have had none long. What's that? A branch of Rue. A common weed, of all herbs else I work that well indeed, how chance your flower is behind the glass? Indeed I'll get it up: Indeed alas. I cannot chide with her, yet tyrant care, At my entreat will not one sight forbear: Why sigh you madam? Oh I grieve to see, Youth run to cath at their own misery. You are like April or Rose buds in May, You never wither, till the wedding day, Even so did I, so pretty souls will you, Youth wears mild Hearts ease, marriage bitter Rue. Be not so sad, good madam, do but smile, we'll have a song sad sorrow to beguile. Save you fair Ladies, madam, my business leads me to you. If in your ancient suit, My cares are deafened and my utterance mute. Your ear, be wood, what should beget this coins Were I a stranger, or some City Gull I would commend thee, but I know the world. Lodging is costly, maintenance asks charge: Thou art divorced and haste no other help, But thy bare comings in: accept my Love, I will allow thee twenty pound a quarter. To buy thee pins. Leave this modest suit. Or by my honour—
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Mongſt her luſtfull Mates, She ſhame's not to giue out, that by your greatneſſe, knowledge, credit, and friends in higheſt place, You haue diuorc'd her without due deſert. We muſt demurie of this, ile haue a tricke By way of Habeas Corpus to remoue This talking Goſſip, come Hotatio, Some proiect, how? what courſe for her remoue: I cannot counſell, but fore-god my Lord, My lodgings mightily annoy'd with rats, That eate my papers and deface my books How ſhould I rid them. Eaſily, poiſon them, And well remembred, this ſhe Rat my wife, That eates and teares the leaues of my repute, Shall taſte like ſpeeding Phiſicke in thine eare, Canſt temper poiſon? Yes. And kill a Rat. That ſhe ſhall neuer ſwell on't. Mum for that, This ſhe Rat is a Deuill. A Limbe of Sathan. Enuy. Deſtruction. Mallice. Ratsbane doo't? Ere my diſgrace get age, rare tricks and I will foole the world, woo't, doo't? The Rate ſhall die. Quick prettie Damſels, that your task were done The fore-noones eldeſt minutes almoſt runne. Then the glaſſe runs to faſt. I thinke not ſo, Hadſt thou my cares, thoudſt think it ran too ſlow. I haue my taske forſooth. So haue not I. Yet with theſe ſands my ſorrowes run away I turne them with the glaſſe, the glaſſe is run, Yet my hudge maſſe of cares is ſcarſe begun, Here's a fault, little one what worke make you. True ſtitch forſooth. Then ſee you worke it true. Pray madam teach me to take out this knot Of hearts eaſe. Hearts eaſe, I haue almoſt forgot, I could haue wrought it well when I was young: But in good ſadneſſe, I haue had none long. What's that? A branch of Rue. A comon weede, of all herbes elſe I worke that well indeede, how chance your flower is behinde the glaſſe? Indeede Ile get it vp: Indeede alas. I cannot chide with her, yet tyrant care, At my intreate will not one ſight forbeare: Why ſigh you madam? Oh I greeue to ſee, Youth run to cath at their owne miſery. You are like Aprill or Roſe buds in May, You neuer wither, till the wedding day, Euen ſo did I, ſo pretty ſoules will you, Youth wears mild Hearts eaſe, marriage bitter Ru. Be not ſo ſad, good madam, do b ut ſmile, Weele haue a ſong ſad ſorrow to beguille. Saue you faire Ladies, madam, my buſineſſe leads me to you. If in your antient ſuite, My cares are deafned and my vtterance mute. Your eare, be wood, what ſhold beget this coynes Were I a ſtranger, or ſome Citty Gull I would comend thee, but I know the worlde. Lodging is coſtly, maintenance askes charge: Thou art diuorc'd and haſt no other helpe, But thy bare comings in: accept my Loue, I w ill allow thee twenty pound a quarter. To buy thee Pinnes. Leaue this ymodeſt ſuite. Or by my honor—