Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Should the Crow teach me, then no Lady fairer, If judgement tell me, than a many fairer: Thou art mine own, I must think well of thee, Yet Florimella many do excel thee. Should the Crow teach, I am not all crow-black. Though judgement; I not all perfection black, Though you have seen Ladies that dim the day, Yet will I think myself as fair as they. Do Florimella, and i'll one day get, A husband for thee that shall think thee fair. And time i'faith, that pretty sport would be, Wive it for them, you shall not husband me. Yet you will take my counsel in your choice. Yes, if I had not years enough to choose, Would you direct me as you do your sons? With daughter take a man with such a nose, With such an eye, with such a colour beard, Thus big, thus tall, with all his teeth afore; Thus lipped, thus legged, thus handsome, thus apparelled, Were not this pitiful! o pitiful: Now by the soul of soul-commanding love, I will not stoop to such obedience, I must be bid to blush when I am kissed, Bid my love welcome, and I thank you sir, With no indeed, I know not what love is, I never heard so much of love before, I pray take heed, nay fie you go too far, With such a rabble of prescriptions, As never maid of a conceiving spirit, Will follow them, yet brothers go you on, Take you good counsel, Florimell will none. I daughter? are you so experienced? An elder woman might have spoken less, Yet by your leave minion, i'll watch you so, Your ay shall still be governed by my no. But come my sons take pattern of great Ioue, Early i'th' morning suit yourselves for love. Go daughters with your Angels to the brook, And see if any silver-coated fish, Will nibble at your worm-emboweled hooks: Deceive the watery subjects, yet the name Of foul deceit methinks should fray them from you, Alack, alack, I cannot blame the world, That in the world there is so much deceit; When this poor simple trade must use deceit. But with what conscience can I make this net, Within whose meshes all are caught that come: They cousen one at once, this cousins many, I will undo't it shall not cozen any. But daughters go practice that little sin, I'll mend this great fault ere the fault begin. O cozening fortune how hast thou deceived me, Turning me out a doors to banishment, And made another Lord of Mantua. I that was Lord now slave to misery. Take comfort yet dear father. Comfort? no: My breast's turned prison, my proud jailor woe, Locks out all comfort: where's your valiant brother? All discontent like to a wounded lion He forages the woods, daring proud fortune At her best weapon, he accounts this smart, As a slight hurt, but far off from the heart.
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Should the Crow teach me, then no Lady fayrer, If iudgement tell me, then a many fayrer: Thou art myne owne, J muſt thinke well of thee, Yet Florimella many doe excell thee. Should the Crow teache, I am not all Crowblacke. Though iudgement; J not all perfection black, Though you haue ſeene Ladyes that dim the day, Yet will J thinke my ſelfe as fayre as they. Doe Florimella, and ile one day get, A husband for thee that ſhall thinke thee fayre. And tyme ifaith, that prety ſport would be, Wiue it for them, you ſhall not huſband me. Yet you will take my counſell in your choiſe. Yes, if I had not yeares ynough to chooſe, Would you direct me as you doe your ſonnes? With daughter take a man with ſuch a noſe, With ſuch an eye, with ſuch a colour beard, Thus big, thus tall, with all his teeth afore; Thus lipt, thus legd, thus handſome, thus apparrelld, Were not this pittifull! o pittifull: Now by the ſoule of ſoule▪commaunding loue, I will not ſtoope to ſuch obedience, I muſt be bid to bluſh when I am kiſt, Bid my loue welcome, and I thanke you ſir, With no indeed, I know not what loue is, I neuer heard ſo much of loue before, I pray take heede, nay fie you goe too far, With ſuch a rabble of preſcriptions, As neuer mayd of a Conceiuing ſpirit, Will follow them, yet brothers goe you on, Take you good counſell, Florsmell will none. I daughter? are you ſo experiened? An elder woman might haue ſpoken leſſe, Yet by your leaue mynion, ile watch you ſo, Your I ſhall ſtill be gouernd by my no. But come my ſonnes take patterne of great Ioue, Early ith' morning ſuit your ſelues for loue. Go daughters with your Angels to the brooke, And ſee if any ſiluer-coated fiſh, Will nibble at your worme-emboweldhooks: Decciue the waty ſubiects, yet the name Of foule deceit me thinks ſhould fray them from you, Alack, alack, I cannot blame the world, That in the world there is ſo much deceipt; When this poore ſimple trade muſt vſe deceipt. But with what conſcience can J make this net, Within whoſe meſhes all are caught that come: They couſen one at once, this couſens many, I will vndoo't it ſhall not couſen any. But daughters go practiſe that little ſinne, Ile mend this great fault re the fault begin. O couſening fortune how haſt thou deceiu'd me, Turning me out a doores to baniſhment, And made another Lord of Mantua. I that was Lord now ſlaue to miſery. Take comfort yet deare father. Comfort? no: My breſt's turnd priſon, my proude iaylor woe, Locks out all comfort: whers your valiant brother? All diſcontent like to a wounded lyon He forrages the woods, daring proude fortune At her beſt weapon, he accounts this ſmart, As a ſlight hurt, but far off from the hart.