Heywood, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 [1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
My L. & husband welcome, 10 times welcome, Is it to see your Lucrece you thus late Ha with your persons so hazard left the camp, And trusted to the danger of a night so dark, and full of horror? Lords all's lost. By Ioue I'll buy my wife a wheel and make her spin for this trick. If I make not mine learn to live by the prick of her needle for this, I'm no Roman. Sweet wife salute these Lords, thy continence Hath won thy husband a Barbarian horse, & a rich coat of arms. O pardon me, the joy to see my Lord, Took from me all respect of their degrees, The richest entertainment lives with us, According to the hour and the provision Of a poor wife in the absence of her husband: We prostrate to you howsoever mean, We thus excused Lord Collatine: away. We neither feast, dance, quaff, riot nor play. If one woman among so many bad, may be found good, If a white wench may prove a black swan, it is Lucrece her beauty hath relation to her virtue, and her virtue correspondence to her beauty, and in both she is fellowless. Lord's will you yield the wager? Stay, the wager was as well which of our wives was fairest too, it stretched as well to their beauty as to their continence, who shall judge that? That can none of us, because we are all parties, let Prince Sextus determine it who hath been with us, and been an eye witness of their beauties. Agreed. I am pleased with the censure of P. Sextus. So are we all. I commit my Lucrece wholly to the censure of Sextus. And Sextus commits him wholly to the dispose of Lucr. I love the Lady and her grace desire, Nor can my love wrong what my thought admire. Aruns, no question but your wife is chaste, And thrifty, but this Lady knows no waste. Valerius, yours is modest something fair, Her Grace and beauty are without compare, Thine Mutius well disposed and of good feature, But the world yields not so divine a creature. Horatius, thine a smug lass and graced well. But amongst all bright Lucrece doth excel. Then our impartial hearts judging eyes, This verdict gives fair Lucrece wins the prize Then Lords you are indebted to me a horse and armour. We yield it. will you taste such welcome Lords, as a poor unprovided house can yield? Gramercy Lucrece, no we must this night sleep by Ardea walls. ay but my Lords, I hope my Collatine will not so leave his Lucrece. He must, we have but idled from the Camp, to try a merry wager about their wives, and 'tis the hazard of the king's displeasure, should any man be missing from his charge: the powers that govern Rome make divine Luc. for ever happy, good-night. Will not my husband repose this night with us?
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My L. & husband welcom, 10 times welcom, Is it to see your Lcrece you thus late Ha with your persons so hazard left the camp, And trusted to the danger of a night so darke, and full of horror? Lords all's lost. By Ioue Ile buy my wife a wheele and make her spin for this trick. If I make not mine learne to liue by the prick of her needle for this, I me no Roma. Sweete wife salute these Lords, thy continence Hath won thy husbād a Barbarian horse, & a rich cote of armes. O pardon me, the ioy to see my Lord, Tooke from me all respect of their degrees, The richest entertainment liues with vs, According to the houre and the prouision Of a poore wife in the absence of her husband: We prostrate to you howsoeuer meane, We thus excusde Lord Collatin: away. We neither feast, dance, quaffe, riot nor play. If one woman among so many bad, may be found good, If a white wench may proue a black swan, it is Lucrece her beauty hath relation to her vertue, and her vertue correspondence to her beautie, and in both she is fellowlesse. Lords wil you yeeld the wager? Stay, the wager was as well which of our wiues was fairest too, it stretcht aswell to their beautie as to their continence, who shall iudge that? That can none of vs, because we are all parties, let Prince Sextus determin it who hath bin with vs, and bin an ey witnesse of their beauties. Agreed. I am pleasd with the censure of P. Sextus. So are wee all. I commit my Lucre wholly to the censure of Sextus. And Sexus commits him wholy to the dispose of Lucr. I loue the Lady and her grace desire, Nor can my loue wrong what my thought admire. Aruns, no question but your wife is chaste, And thrifty, but this Lady knowes no wast. Valrius, yours is modest something faire, Her Grace and beautie are without compare, Thine well dispos'd and of good feature, But the world yeelds not so diuine a creature. , thine a smug lasse and grat well. But amongst all bright Lucrece doth excel. Then our impertiall harts iudging eies, This verdit faire Lucrece wins the prise Then Lords you are indebted to me a horse and armour. We yee'd it. Wil you taste such welcom Lords, as a poore vnprouided house can yeeld? Gramercie Lucrece, no we must this night sleepe by Ardea walles. I but my Lords, I hope my Collatine will not so leaue his Lucrece. He must, we haue but idled from the Camp, to try a merry wager about their wiues, and tis the hazard of the kings displeasure, should any man be missing from his charge: the powers that gouern Rome make diuine Luc. for euer happy, goodnight. Will not my husband repose this night with vs?