Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.87 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Still do those loathsome thoughts Jar on your tongue. yourself to stain the honour of your wife, Nobly descended, those whom men call mad Endanger others; but he's more than mad That wounds himself, whose own words do proclaim Scandals unjust, to soil his better name: It is not fit I pray forsake it. Good sir, let modesty reprove you. Let honest kindness sway so much with you. God den, I thank you sir, how do you, adieu, I'm glad to see you, farewell Instructions, Admonitions. How now sirrah what would you, Only to certify you sir, that my mistress was met by the way, by them who were sent for her up to London by her honourable uncle, your worship's late guardian. So sir, then she is gone and so may you be: But let her look that the thing be done she wots of: or hell will stand more pleasant than her house at home. Well or ill met I care not. No nor I. I am come with confidence to chide you. Who me? chide me? do't finely then: let it not move me, for if thou chidst me angry I shall strike. Strike thine own follies, for it is they Deserve to be well beaten, we are now in private, there's none but thou and I? thou'rt fond & peevish, An unclean rioter, thy lands and Credit Lie now both sick of a consumption I am sorry for thee: that man spends with shame That with his riches does consume his name: And such art thou. Peace. No thou shalt hear me further: Thy fathers' and forefathers' worthy honours, Which were our country monuments: our grace, Follies in thee begin now to deface: The spring time of thy youth did fairly promise such a most fruitful summer to thy friends It scarce can enter into men's beliefs, Such dearth should hang on thee, we that see it, Are sorry to believe it: in thy change, This voice into all places will be hurled: thou and the devil has deceived the world. I'll not endure thee. but of all the worst: Thy virtuous wife right honourably allied Thou hast proclaimed a strumpet. Nay then I know thee, Thou art her champion thou, her private friend, The party you wot on. Oh ignoble thought. I am past my patient blood, shall I stand idle and see my reputation touched to death. T'has's galled you this, has it. No monster, I will prove My thoughts did only tend to virtuous love, Love of her virtues? there it goes: Base spirit, To lay thy hate upon the fruitful Honour of thine own bed. Oh, wilt thou yield it yet? Sir, Sir, I have not done with you, I hope nor near shall do. Have you got tricks are you in cunning with me. No plain and right. He needs no cunning that for truth doth fight. Hard fortune, am I leveled with the ground? Now sir you lie at mercy, ay you slave.
nodes 129–194 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 11 in this edition
Length
503 words · 650 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.870 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
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)
Still doe those loathsome thoughts Iare on your tongue. Your selfe to staine the honour of your wife, Nobly discended, those whom men call mad Endanger others; but hee's more then mad That wounds himselfe, whose owne wordes do proclaym Scandalls vniust, to soile his better name: It is not fit I pray forsake it. Good sir, let modestie reproue you. Let honest kindnes sway so much with you. God den, I thanke you sir, how do you, adeiue, Ime glad to see you, farewel Instructions, Admonitions. How now sirra what wud you, Only to certifie you sir, that my mistris was met by the way, by thē who were sent for her vp to Londō by her honorable vnkle, your worships late gardian. So sir, then she is gon and so may you be: But let her looke that the thing be done she wots of: or hel wil stand more pleasāt thē her house at home. Well or ill met I care not. No nor I. I am come with confidence to chide you. Who me? chide me? doo't finely then: let it not moue me, for if thou chidst me angry I shall strike. Strike thine owne follie, for it is they Deserue to be wel beaten, we are now in priuate, Ther's none but thou and I? thou'rt fond & peeuish, An vncleane ryoter, thy landes and Credit Lie now both sick of a consumption I am sorry for thee: that man spends with shame That with his ritches does consume his name: And such art thou. Peace. No thou shalt heare me further: Thy fathers and forefathers worthy honors, Which were our country monuments: our grace, Follies in thee begin now to deface: The spring time of thy youth did fairely promise such a most fruitfull summer to thy friends It scarce can enter into mens beliefes, Such dearth should hang on thee, wee that see it, Are sorry to beleeue it: in thy change, This voice into all places wil be hurld: thou and the deuill has deceaued the world. Ile not indure thee. but of all the worst: Thy vertuous wife right honourably allied Thou hast proclaimed a strumpet. Nay then I know thee, Thou art her champion thou, her priuat friend, The partie you wot on. Oh ignoble thought. I am past my patient bloode, shall I stand idle and see my reputation toucht to death. Ta's galde you this, has it. No monster, I will proue My thoughts did only tend to vertuous loue, Loue of her vertues? there it goes: Base spirit, To laie thy hate vpon the fruitfull Honor of thine own bed. Oh, Woult thou yeeld it yet? Sir, Sir, I haue not done with you, I hope nor nere shall doe. Haue you got tricks are you in cunning with me. No plaine and right. He needs no cunning that for truth doth fight. Hard fortune, am I leueld with the ground? Now sir you lie at mercy, I you slaue.