Field, Nathan · published 1612 · first performed or written 1609 [1609-1610] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?) · before the Court unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Why speak'st thou not, to reconcile those looks That fight stern battles in thy husband's face. Thou art not so unworthy to believe him, If I did think thou didst, I would not open My lips, to satisfy so base a thought, Sprung from the slander of so base a Slave. It cannot be, I'll tell you by tomorrow; I am no Fool Kate. I will find some time To talk with this same Captain, Pouts d'ye call him, I'll lie wi'ye tonight. Sir you shall not: What stain my Honour hath received by this Base Villain, all the world takes notice of, Mark what I Vow, and if I keep it not, May I be so given o'er, to let this Rogue Perform his slander; Thou that wert ordained, And in thy Cradle marked to call me wife, And in that Title made as my defence, Yet suffered'st him to go away with life, Wounding my Honour dead before thy face. Redeem it on his head, and his own way, Even by the sword his long profession, And bring it on thy neck out of the field: and set it clear amidst the tongues of men, That all eyes may discern it slandered, Or thou shalt near enjoy me as a wife: By this bright Sun thou shalt not; Nay I'll think As abjectly of thee, as any mongrel Bred in the City; Such a Citizen as the Plays flout still, and is made the subject Of all the stages. Be this true or no, 'tis thy best course to fight. Why Kate I say. Pray pardon me, none feels the smart but I, 'tis thy best course to fight, if thou be'st still, and like an honest Tradesman eatest this wrong: Oh, may thy Spirit and thy state so fall, Thy first borne child may come to the Hospital. Heaven I desire thee hear her last request, and grant it to, if I do slack the first; By thy assured innocency I swear, Thou hast lost me half the Honour I shall win, In speaking my intent, Come let's to dinner. I must not eat nor sleep, weep till't be done. Sister, this resolution is not good, Ill thrives that Marriage that begins in blood. Sister, inform yourself, I have no Ladyship To guild my infamy, or keep tongues in awe: If God love innocency, I am sure he shall not Lose in this action. Nor be't the other's life, Can give her to the world my perfect wife, But what I do conceive. It is not blood then Which she requires, but her good name again, and I will purchase it; for by heaven thou art The excellentest new fashioned Maid in this, That ever ear shall hear a Tale told off. But hear ye. Good, save your labours, for by Heaven I'll do't If I do't not, I shall be pointed at, Proclaimed the Grand Rich Cuckold of the Town; Nay wittal, even by them are known for both.
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Why speak'st thou not, to reconcile those looks That fight sterne battels in thy husbands face. Thou art not so vnworthy to beleeue him, If I did thinke thou didst, I would not open My lips, to satisfie so base a thought, Sprung from the slander of so base a Slaue. It cannot be, Ile tell you by to morrow; I am no Foole Kate. I will finde some time To talke with this same Captaine, Pouts de'e call him, Ile lye we'e to night. Sir you shall not: What staine my Honor hath receiu'd by this Base Villaine, all the world takes notice of, Marke what I Vow, and if I keepe it not, May I be so giuen o're, to let this Rogue Performe his slander; Thou that wert ordain'd, And in thy Cradle markt to call me wife, And in that Title made as my defence, Yet suffered'st him to go away with life, Wounding my Honor dead before thy face. Redeeme it on his head, and his owne way, Euen by the sword his long profession, And bring it on thy necke out of the field: and set it cleere amidst the tongues of men, That all eyes may discerne it slandered, Or thou shalt neare enjoy me as a wife: By this bright Sun thou shalt not; Nay Ile thinke As a biectly of thee, as any Mongrill Bred in the Citty; Such a Cittizen as the Playes flout still, and is made the subject Of all the stages. Be this true or no, Tis thy best course to fight. Why Kate I say. Pray pardon me, none seeles the smart but I, Tis thy best course to fight, if thou be'st still, and like an honest Tradesman eat'st this wrong: Oh, may thy Spirit and thy state so fall, Thy first borne childe may come to the Hospitall. Heauen I desire thee heare her last request, and graunt it to, if I do slacke the first; By thy assured Innocencie I sweare, Thou hast lost me halfe the Honor I shall win, In speaking my intent, Come lets to dinner. I must not eate nor sleepe, weepe till't be done. Sister, this resolution is not good, Ill thriues that Marriage that begins in blood. Sister, informe your selfe, I haue no Ladyship To guild my infamie, or keepe tongues in awe: If God loue Innocencie, I am sure he shall not Loose in this action. Nor ist the others life, Can giue het to the world my perfect wife, But what I do conceiue. It is not blood then Which she requires, but her good neine againe, and I will purchase it; for by heauen thou art The excellent'st new fashion'd Maide in this, That euer eare shall heare a Tale told off. But heare ye. Good, saue your labors, for by Heauen Ile doo't If I doo't not, I shall be pointed at, Proclaimd the Grand Rich Cuckold of the Towne; Nay Wittall, euen by them are knowne for both.