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 · 455 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Oh! still retain her, dear Scudmore hear me. Retain thee so, it is impossible, Art thou not married? 'tis impossible, Oh no! I do despise thee, and will fly As far on earth as to the Antipodes, and by some learned Magician, whose deep art Can know thy residence on this Hemisphere; There I'll be placed, my feet just against thine, To express the opposite Nature, which our hearts Must henceforth hold. Oh rather shoot me friend, Then let me hear thee speak such bitterness. Oh pity me, redeem from the hell That in this Marriage I am like to feel, I'll rather fly to barren wildernesses, and suffer all wants with thee Scudmore, then Live with all plenty in this husband's arms, Thou shalt perceive I am not such a woman, That is transported with vain dignities, Oh thy dear words have knocked at my heart's gates, and entered: They have plucked the devils Vizard. (That did deform this face, and blind my soul) Off, and thy Bellafront presents herself, (Laved in a Bath of contrite Virginal tears,) Clothed in the Original beauty that was thine: Now for thy love to God, count this not done, Let time go back, and be as when before it, Or from thy memory race it for ever. Ha, ha, ha, was there ever such strange creatures framed, Why dost thou speak such foolish senseless things? Can thy forsaking him redeem thy fault? No, I will never mend an ill with worse. Why this example will make women false, When they shall hear it, that before were true, For after ill examples we do fly, But must be vowed to deeds of piety: Oh woman, woman, woman, woman, woman, The cause of future and Original sin, How happy (had you not) should we have been, False where you kiss, but murdering in your ire, Love all that woe, know all men you desire. Ungrateful, yet most impudent crave, Torturous as hell, insatiate as the grave: Lustful as Monkeys, grinning in your ease, Whom if we make not Idols, we near please. More vainly proud than fools, as ignorant; Baser than Parasites, Witches that enchant And make us senseless, to think death or life Is yours to give, when only our belief Doth make you able to deceive us so, Begot by Drunkards, to breed sin and woe. As many foul diseases hide your veins, as there are mischiefs coined in your quick brains; Not quick in wit, fit to perform least good, But to subvert whole States, shed Seas of blood; Twice as deceitful as are Crocodiles, For you betray both ways; with tears and smiles, Yet questionless there are as good, as bad: Hence, let me go.
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Oh! still retaine her, deare Scudmore heare me. Retaine thee so, it is impossible, Art thou not married? Tis impossible, Oh no! I do despise thee, and will flie As far on earth as to the Antipodes, and by some learn'd Magitian, whose deepe art Can know thy residence on this Hemispheare; There Ile be placst, my seete iust against thine, To expresse the opposite Nature, which our hart Must henceforth hold. Oh rather shoot me friend, Then let me heare thee speake such bitternesse. Oh pitty me, redeeme from the hell That in this Marriage I am like to feele, Ile rather flye to barren wildernesses, and suffer all wants with thee Scudmore, then Liue with all plentie in this husbands armes, Thou shalt perceiue I am not such a woman, That is transported with vaine dignities, Oh thy deare words haue knockt at my harts gates, and entred: They haue pluckt the Diuels Vizard. (That did deforme this face, and blinde my soule) Off, and thy Bellafront presents her selfe, (Lau'd in a Bath of contrite Virginall teares,) Cloath'd in the Originall beautie that was thine: Now for thy loue to God, count this not done, Let time go backe, and be as when before it, Or from thy memorie race it for euer. Ha, ha, ha was there euer such strange creatures fram'd, Why dost thou speake such foolish sencelesse things? Can thy forsaking him redeeme thy fault? No, I will neuer mend an ill with worse. Why this example will make weomen false, When they shall heare it, that before were true, For after ill examples we do fly, But must be vow'd to deeds of piety: Oh woman, woman, woman, woman, woman, The cause of future and Originall sinne, How happy (had you not) should we haue beene, False where you kisse, but murthering in your ire, Loue all that woe, know all men you desire. Vngratefull, yet most impudent craue, Torturous as hell, insatiate as the graue: Lustfull as Monkies, grinning in your ease, Whom if we make not Idols, we neare please. More vainly proud then fooles, as ignorant; Baser then Parasites, Witches that enchant And make vs sencelesse, to thinke death or life Is yours to giue, when onely our beleefe Doth make you able to deceiue vs so, Begot by Drunkards, to breed sin and wo. As many soule diseases hide your vaines, as there are mischiefes coin'd in your quicke braines; Not quicke in wit, fit to performe least good, But to subuert whole States, shed Seas of blood; Twice as deceitfull as are Crocodiles, For you betray both waies; with teares and smiles, Yet questionlesse there are as good, as bad: Hence, let me go.