Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.87 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Thou hast awaked me, and thy piercing words Have split my sense in sunder: yet what ground ha? Remains whereon to ground suspicion? a cuckold, cuckold Your absence is the bawd to her desires, For their masks, dancings, gaming, banqueting, Strange private meetings and all to●…fes in love. As wanton speeches to stir Appetite, And all enchantments that inflame desire. When you return, than all is hushed and still, And she demurely walks like virtues Ghost: Before your face she's like a Puritan, Behind your back a blushes courtesan. O I have drunk in poison at mine ears, which makes my blood boil with unquenched flames, But speak who is it that dishonours me? He that you prise a line before your life, I know you will not credit faith you will not. Nay if thou cease to speak, thou hat'st my life, Tak'st thou delight to kill me, then forbear, 'Sfoot I am mortal man kill me, do do do. Your best of friends, your dearest Philocles Usurps your bed and makes you a cornute, A creature uncreate in paradise. And one that's only of a woman's making. Is't possible? can I give faith to this? Nay be but patiented, smooth your brow a little, And you shall take them as they clip each other. Even in their height of sin then dam them both, And let them stink before they ask God pardon, That your revenge may stretch unto their souls. To be a cuckold doth exceed all grief. To have a pleasant scoff at majesty. To taste the fruit forbidden from my tree. But he shall lose his paradise for that. The slave will make base songs in my disgrace. And wound your reputation in strange Lands. This injury sads all my joys on earth. Horns are not shunned by wisdom, wealth or birth Watch their close meetings, & then give us notice, Mean space my love shall in thy bosom rest, My grief is like my birth great, great and high: Give close intelligence, till then farewell, Lust is the broadest path which leads to hell. he's gone with black suspicion in his heart: And made his soul a slave to jealousy, My plots shall drive him to his own destruction; And I gain both revenge and dignity. He shall no sooner put his Queen to death, But i'll proclaim her spotless innocence. All men will hate him for so vile an act, And mad with rage depose him from his crown. Then I will be his death, his state doth give, Kings once deposed, long after must not live; For like a Phoenix rare in jealousy,, He shall consume himself in scorching flames, Whilst from his ashes I a Phoenix spring: Many renounce their God to be a king, And i'll be one to kill men with a frown. None dare dispute the actions of a crown.
nodes 1324–1382 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 37 in this edition
Length
482 words · 627 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.865 (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)
Thou hast awakt me, and thy piercing words Haue split my sense in sunder: yet what ground ha? Remaines wheron to ground suspition? a cuckold, cuckold Your absence is the baud to her desires, For their maskes, dauncings, gaming, banquetting, Strange priuate meetings and all tofes in loue. As wanton speeches to stirre Appetite, And all inchantments that inflame desire. When you returne, then all is husht and still, And she demurely walkes like vertues Ghost: Before your face shees like a Puritane, Behind your back a blushes curtezan. O I haue drunck in poison at mine eares, which makes my bloud boile with vnquēched flames, But speake who is it that dishonors me? He that you prize a line before your life, I know you will not credit faith you will not. Nay if thou cease to speake, thou hatst my life, Tak'st thou delight to kill me, then forbeare, Sfoote I am mortall man kill me, doe doe doe. Your best of friends, your dearest Philocles Vsurps your bed and makes you a cornute, A creature vncreate in paradise. And one thats onely of a womans making. Ist possible? can I giue faith to this? Nay be but patient, smooth your brow a little, And you shall take them as they clip each other. Euen in their height of sin then dam them both, And let them stinck before they aske God pardon, That your reuenge may stretch vnto their soules. To be a cuckold doth exceede all griefe. To haue a pleasant scoffe at Maiesty. To taste the fruit forbidden from my tree. But he shall loose his paradise for that. The slaue will make base songs in my disgrace. And wound your reputation in strange Lands. This iniury sads all my ioies on earth. Hornes are not shund by wisdom, wealth or birth Watch their close meetings, & thē giue vs notice, Meane space my loue shall in thy bosome rest, My griefe is like my birth great, great and hie: Giue close intelligence, till then farewell, Lust is the broadest path which leades to hell. Hee's gone with blacke suspition in his heart: And made his soule a slaue to iealousie, My plots shall driue him to his owne destruction; And I gaine both reuenge and dignitie. He shall no sooner put his Queene to death, But ile proclaime her spotlesse innocence. All men will hate him for so vile an act, And mad with rage depose him from his crowne. Then I will be his death, his state doth giue, Kings once deposd, long after must not liue; For like a Phoenix rare in iealousie,, He shall consume himselfe in scortching flames, Whilest from his ashes I a Phoenix spring: Many renounce their God to be a king, And ile be one to kill men with a frowne. None dare dispute the actions of a crowne.