Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I'll tell him how you wish it, and I'll wear My wits to the third pile, but all shall clear. I owe you more than thanks, but that I hope My husband will requite you. Think you so Lady? he has small reason for't. What done so soon? away, too't again, too't again, good wench too't again, leave her not so, where left you. come. Faith I am weary sir. I cannot draw her from her strict opinion. With all the arguments that sense can frame. No; let me come, Fie wife, you must consent; what opinion is't, let's hear? Fondly and wilfully she retains that thought, That every sin is damned. Oh fie, fie, wife! Pea, pea, pea, pea, how have you lost your time? for shame be converted: there's a diabolical opinion indeed; than you may think that usury were damned: you're a fine merchant i'faith; or bribery? you know the law well; or sloth? would some of the Clergy heard you i'faith; or pride? you come at Court; or gluttony? you're not worthy to dine at an Alderman's table: Your only deadly sin's Adultery, That villainous ringworm, woman's worst requital, 'tis only lechery that's damned toth' pit-hole; Ah, that's an arch-offence, believe it squall, All sins are venial but venerial. I've said enough to her. And she will be ruled by you. Fah. I'll pawn my credit on't; come hither Lady, I will not altogether rest ingrateful, Here, wear this Ruby for thy pains and counsel. It is not so much worth sir, I am a very ill counsellor truly. go too I say. You're too blame i'faith sir, I shall near deserve it. Thou hast done't already: farewell sweet Virgin, prithee let's see thee oftener. Such gifts will soon entreat me. Wife, as thou lov'st the quiet of my breast, Embrace her counsel, yield to her advices; Thou wilt find comfort in 'em in the end; Thou'lt feel an alteration, prithee think on't: Mine eyes can scarce refrain. Keep in your dew sir, lest when you would, you want it. I've pawned my credit on't, ah didst thou know, The sweet fruit once, thoud'st never let it go. 'tis that I strive to get. And still do so. You have been too much like your name Sir Bounteous. Oh not so, good Knights, not so, you know my humour; most welcome good Sir Andro Pelcut, Sir Aquitaino Colewort, most welcome. Thanks good Sir Bounteous. Oh, cry your worship heartily mercy Sir. How now linen stockings, and threescore mile a day; whose footman art thou? Pray can your worship tell me, Hoh, hoh, hoh, if my L. be come in yet. Thy L! what L? My L. Owemuch sir. My L. Owemuch! I have heard much speech of that L. h'as great acquaintance i'th' City; that L. has been much followed. And is still sir; he wants no company when he's in London: he's free of the Mercers, and there's none of 'em all dare cross him.
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Ile tell him how you wiſh it, and Ile weare My wits to the third pile, but all ſhall cleere. I owe you more then thankes, but that I hope My husband will requite you. Thinke you ſo Lady? he ha's ſmall reaſon for't. What done ſo ſoone? away, too't againe, too't again, good wench too't again, leaue her not ſo, where left you. come. Faith I am wearie ſir. I cannot draw her from her ſtrickt opinion. With all the arguments that ſenſe can frame. No; let me come, Fie wife, you muſt conſent; what opinion i'ſt, let's heare? Fondly and wilfully ſhe retaines that thought, That euery ſinne is dambd. Oh fie, fie, wife! Pea, pea, pea, pea, how haue you loſt your time? for ſhame be conuerted: theres a diabalocall opinion indeed; then you may think that vſury were dambd: you're a fine merchant yfaith; or briberie? you know the law well; or ſloth? would ſome of the Clergy heard you yfaith; or pride? you come at Court; or gluttony? you're not worthie to dine at an Aldermans table: Your onely deadly ſin's Adultery, That villanous ring-worme, womans worſt requitall, Tis onely lechery thats dambd to'th pit-hole; Ah, that's an arch-offence, beleeue it ſquall, All ſinnes are veniall but veneriall. I'ue ſaid enough to her. And ſhe will be rulde by you. Fah. Ile pawne my credit ont; come hither Lady, I will not altogether reſt ingratefull, Here, weare this Rubie for thy paines and counſell. It is not ſo much worth ſir, I am a very ill counſellor truely. Goo too I ſay. Y'are too blame yfaith ſir, I ſhall nere deſerue it. Thou haſt don't already: farewell ſweet Virgin, prethee let's ſee thee oftner. Such gifts will ſoone intreat me. Wife, as thou lou'ſt the quiet of my breaſt, Embrace her counſell, yeeld to her aduices; Thou wilt find comfort in e'm in the end; Thou'lt feele an alteration, prethee thinke on't: Mine eyes can ſcarce refraine. Keepe in your dewe ſir, leaſt when you would, you want it. I'ue pawnde my credite on't, ah didſt thou know, The ſweete fruit once, thoud'ſt neuer let it goe. Tis that I ſtriue to get. And ſtill do ſo. You haue bin too much like your name Sir Bounteous. Oh not ſo, good Knights, not ſo, you know my humour; moſt welcome good Sir Andro Pelcut, Sir Aquitaino Colewort, moſt welcome. Thankes good Sir Bounteous. Oh, crie your worſhip heartily mercy Sir. How now linnen ſtockins, and threeſcore mile a day; whoſe footman art thou? Pray can your worſhip tell me, Hoh, hoh, hoh, if my L. be come in yet. Thy L! what L? My L. Owe-much ſir. My L. Owe-much! I haue heard much ſpeech of that L. h'as great acquaintance i'th Citie; that L. has bin much followed. And is ſtill ſir; he wants no company when hee's in London: hee's free of the Mercers, and theres none of e'm all dare croſſe him.