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 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Faith, I have courted her, and courted her: and she does as everybody else does, laughs at all I can do or say. laughs, why that's a sign she is pleased; do you not know when a woman laughs, she's pleased. ay but she laughs most shamefully, & most scornfully. Scornfully, hang her, she's but a babble. she's the fitter for my turn Sir, for they will not stick to say, I am a fool for all I am a Knight. Love has made you witty little Nab, but what a mad villain art thou, a striker, a fiftieth part of Hercules, to get one Wench with Child, and go a-wooing to another. With child, a good jest efaith, whom have I got with child. Why Mistress Wagtail is with child, and will be deposed as yours, she is my Kinswoman, and I would be loath our house should suffer any disgrace in her, if there be law in England, which there should be, if we may judge by their Consciences, or if I have any friends, the Wench shall take no wrong, I cannot tell, I think my Lord will stick to me. d'ye hear, talk not to me of Friends, Law, or Conscience, if your Kinswoman say she is with Child by me, your Kinswoman is an arrant whore; Uds-will, have you nobody to put your Gulls upon but Knights? That Wagtail is a whore, and I'll stand to it. Nay, you have stood to it already; but to call my cousin whore, you have not a mind to have your throat cut: ha' you? Truth no great mind Sir. Recant your words, or die. Recant, oh base; out sword, my honour keep, Love, thou hast made a Lion of a Sheep. But will you fight in this quarrel. I am resolved. Heart, I have pulled an old house over my head; here's like to be a tall fray, I perceive a fool's valianter than a Knave at all times, would I were well riddle of him, I had as live meet Hector God knows, if he dare fight at all: they are all one to me, or to speak more modernly, with one of the Roaring Boys. Have you done your prayers? Pray give me leave Sir, put up an't please you: are you sure my cousin Wagtail is a Whore? With sword in hand I do it not recant. Well, it shall never be said Jack Pendant would venture his blood in a whore's quarrel: but Whore or no Whore, she is most desperately in Love with you, praises your head, your face, your nose, your eyes, your mouth; the fire of her commendations, makes the pot of your good parts run over; and to conclude, if the whore have you not, I think the Pond at Islington, will be her bathin-tub, and give an end to mortal Misery, but if she belie you (pray put up Sir:) she is an arrant whore, and so let her go.
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Faith, I haue courted her, and courted her: and she does as euerie bodie else does, laughes at all I can doo or say. Laughes, why that's a signe she is pleasd; doo you not know when a woman laughes, shees pleasd. I but she laughes most shamefully, & most scornfully. Scornfully, hang her, shees but a bable. Shees the fitter for my turne Sir, for they will not sticke to say, I am a foole for all I am a Knight. Loue has made you witty little Nab, but what a mad villaine art thou, a striker, a fiftieth part of Hercules, to get one VVench with Childe, and go a wooing to another. With child, a good iest efaith, whom haue I got with child. Why Mistris Wagtaile is with childe, and will bee deposd as yours, she is my Kinswoman, and I wold be loth our house should suffer any disgrace in her, if there be law in England, which there should be, if wee may iudge by their Consciences, or if I haue any friendes, the VVench shall take no wrong, I cannot tell, I thinke my Lorde will sticke to me. De'e heare, talke not to me of Friends, Lawe, or Conscience, if your Kinswoman say she is with Childe by me, your Kinswoman is an arrant whore; Vds-will, haue you no bodie to put your Guls vppon but Knights? That Wagtaile is a whore, and Ile stand to it. Nay, you haue stood to it alreadie; but to call my Cozen whore, you haue not a mind to haue your throat cut: ha you? Truth no great minde Sir. Recant your words, or die. Recant, oh base; out sword, my honor keepe, Loue, thou hast made a Lyon of a Sheepe. But will you fight in this quarrell. I am resolu'd. Hart, I haue puld an olde house ouer my heade; heeres like to bee a tall fray, I perceiue a foole's valianter then a Knaue at all times, would I were well riddle of him, I had as liue meet Hector God knowes, if he dare fight at all: they are all one to mee, or to speake more modernly, with one of the Roaring Boyes. Haue you done your prayers? Pray giue me leaue Sir, put vp an't please you: are you sure my Cofsen Wagtaile is a Whore? With sword in hand I do it not recant. VVell, it shall neuer bee saide Iacke Peudant would venter his blood in a VVhores quarrell: but VVhore or no VVhore, she is most desperately in Loue with you, praises your head, your face, your nose, your eies, your mouth; the fire of her commendations, makes the potte of your good parts runne ouer; and to conclude, if the whore haue you not, I thinke the Pond at Islington, will bee her Bathing-tubbe, and giue an ende to mortall Miserie, but if shee belye you (pray put vppe Sir:) she is an arrant whore, and so let her go.