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 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Go fetch a Surgeon. Sir, you are then too violent, I will bail her. Oh my dear Strange. My Son. Brother. Young Strange. Heart, I was never sick before, help me now to a Surgeon, or I shall swoon instantly. As 2 leads him he speaks Thou were't borne a Roman-Citizen, fare thee well, And farewell love, and women, ye diseases, My horse and sword shall be my Mistresses, My Horse I'll court, my sword shall lie with me. The way to cure lust, is to bleed I see. Tell him all Scudmore, whilst I go a-wooing again, Sir Iohn will you go along, and my two worshipful Elders, I pray be you witnesses, Priest go not you away, Heart I have so ruminated on a Wife, that I must have one this night, or I shall run proud. Mistress Lucida, you did once love me, if you do still, no more words, but give me your hand, why are ye doubtful? near look upon me M. Lucida, Time was, Time is, and Times past, I'll none of you now, I am otherwise provided. Well spoken Brazen head, now or never Sir Abraham. Then first as duty binds, I crave consent Of my two parents dear: If I, say so; If not, I'll ha' her, whether you will or no. How. how. I hope you will not Mam, I am resolved, you have a humour of your Aquavitae bottle, why should not I have a humour in a wife? An old man were a fitter match for her, He would make much of her. Much on her, I know not what ye call much making on her, I am sure I have made two on her. And that an old man cannot do I hope. Oh thou beyond Lawrence of Lancashire. Come, come, you shall not. Speak not in vain, I am too sure to change, For hand and heart are sure, Ecce signum, and this have I done, and never lay with her Nay, then 'tis too late, 'tis sure, 'tis vane to cross the will of Fate. Well, well, God bless you. Thanks reverend couple, and God bless withal The little Ninny that herein doth sprawl, Parson you shall dispatch us presently: Lord how soberly you stand. Now truly I could near stand drunk in my life. Strange and most fortunate, we must have a new tuck then. Is it a match? 'tis done. Then Bacchus squeeze Grapes with a plenteous hand. Parson you'll take some pains with us tonight; Come Brothers come, fly Willow to the woods, And like the Sea, for healths let's drink whole floods. I consecrate my deed unto this City, And hope to live myself, to see the day, It shall be shown to people in a play. And may all true love have like happy end, Women forgive me; Men, admire my Friend. On Parson on, and Boy outvoice the Music, ne'er was so much (what cannot heavenly powers,) Done and undone, and done in twelve short hours.
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Go fetch a Surgeon. Sir, you are then too violent, I will baile her. Oh my deere Strange. My Sonne. Brother. Yong Strange. Hart, I was neuer sicke before, helpe me now to a Surgeon, or I shall swoon instantly. As 2 leads him he speaks Thou wer't borne a Roman-Citizen, fare thee well, And farewell loue, and weomen, ye diseases, My horse and sword shall be my Mistresses, My Horse Ile court, my sword shall lye with me. The way to cure lust, is to bleed I see. Tell him al Scudmore, whilst I go a woing again, Sir Iohn will you go along, and my two worshipful Elders, I pray be you witnesses, Priest goe not you away, Hart I haue so ruminated on a VVife, that I must haue one this night, or I shal run proud. Mistris Lucida, you did once loue mee, if you doo still, no more words, but giue me your hand, why are ye doubtfull? Nere looke vpon me M. Lucida, Time was, Time is, and Times past, Ile none of you now, I am other-wise prouided. VVell spoken Brazen head, now or neuer Sir Abraham. Then first as dutie binds, I craue consent Of my two parents deere: If I, say so; If not, Ile ha her, whether you will or no. How. how. I hope you will not Mam, I am resolu'd, you haue a humour of your Aqua-vitae bottle, why shoulde not I haue a humour in a wife? An old man were a fitter match for her, He would make much of her. Much on her, I know not what ye call much making on her, I am sue I haue made two on her. And that an old man cannot do I hope. Oh thou beyond Lawrence of Lancashire. Come, come, you shall not. Speake not in vaine, I am to sure to change, For hand and heart are sure, Ecce signum, and this haue I done, and neuer lay with hir Nay, then tis too late, Tis sure, Tis vane to crosse the will of Fate. Well, wel, God blesse you. Thankes reuerend couple, and God blesse withall The little Ninnie that heerein doth spraule, Parson you shall dispatch vs presently: Lord how soberly you stand. Now truly I could nere stand drunke in my life. Strange and most fortunate, wee must haue a new Tucke then. Is it a match? Tis done. Then Bacchus squeeze Grapes with a plenteous hand. Parson you'le take some paines with vs to night; Come Brothers come, flye Willow to the woods, And like the Sea, for healths let's drinke whole floods. I consecrate my deed vnto ths Cittie, And hope to liue my selfe, to see the day, It shall be shewne to people in a play. And may all true loue haue like happie end, Women forgiue me; Men, admire my Friend. On Parson on, and Boy out-voice the Musicke, Ne're was so much (what cannot heauenly powers,) Done and vndone, and done in twelue short howers.