Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
What tell'st thou me of his love? I tell thee I abhor him; and destiny must have another mould for my thoughts, than Nature or mine Honour, and a Witchcraft above both, to transform me to another shape, as soon as to another conceit of him. Then is your good Honour just as I pray for you, and good Madam, even for your virtues sake, and comfort of all your Dignities, and Possessions; fix your whole Womanhood against him. He will so enchant you, as never man did woman: Nay a Goddess (say his light housewives) is not worthy of his sweetness. Go to, be gone. Dear Madam, your honour's most perfect admonitions have brought me to such a hate of these imperfections, that I could not but attend you with my duty, and urge his unreasonable manhood to the fill. Manhood, quoth you? Nay Beastly-hood, I might say, indeed Madam, but for saving your Honour; Nine in a night said I? Go to, no more. No more madam? that's enough one would think. Well be gone I bid thee. Alas Madam, your Honour is the chief of our City, and to whom shall I complain of these inchastities, (being your Ladyships reformed tenant) but to you that are chastest? I pray thee go thy ways, and let me see this reformation you pretend continued. I humbly thank your good Honour, that was first cause of it. Here's a complaint as strange as my Suitor. I beseech your good Honour think upon him, make him an example. Yet again? All my duty to your Excellence. These sorts of licentious persons, when they are once reclaimed, are most vehement against licence. But it is the course of the world to dispraise faults & use them; that so we may use them the safer. What might a wise Widow resolve upon this point now? Contentment is the end of all worldly beings: Beshrew her; would she had spared her news. See if she take not a contrary way to free herself of us. You must complain to his Altitude. All this for trial is; you must endure That will have wives, nought else, with them is sure. HAst thou been admitted then? Admitted? ay, into her heart, I'll able it; never was man so praised with a dispraise; nor so spoken for in being railed on. I'll give you my word; I have set her heart upon as tickle a pin as the needle of a Dial; that will never let it rest, till it be in the right position. Why dost thou imagine this? Because I saw Cupid shoot in my words, and open his wounds in her looks. Her blood went and came of errands betwixt her face and her heart; and these changes I can tell you are shrewd tell-tales. Thou speak'st like a doctress in thy faculty; but howsoever, for all this foil, I'll retrieve the game once again, he's a shallow gamester that for one displeasing cast gives up so fair a game for lost.
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What tell'st thou mee of his loue? I tell thee I abhorre him; and destinie must haue an other mould for my thoughts, then Nature or mine Honour, and a Witchcraft aboue both, to transforme mee to another shape, as soone as to an other conceipt of him. Then is your good Honour iust as I pray for you, and good Madam, euen for your vertues sake, and comfort of all your Dignities, and Possessions; fixe your whole Woman-hood against him. Hee will so inchant you, as neuer man did woman: Nay a Goddesse (say his light huswiues) is not worthie of his sweetnesse. Goe to, be gone. Deare Madam, your Honours most perfect admonitions haue brought mee to such a hate of these imperfections, that I could not but attend you with my dutie, and vrge his vnreasonable manhood to the fill. Man-hood, quoth you? Nay Beastly-hood, I might say, indeede Madam, but for sauing your Honour; Nine in a night said I? Goe to, no more. No more Madame? that's enough one would thinke. Well be gone I bid thee. Alas Madam, your Honour is the chiefe of our Citie, and to whom shall I complaine of these inchastities, (being your Ladiships reform'd Tennant) but to you that are chastest? I pray thee goe thy waies, and let me see this reformation you pretend continued. I humbly thanke your good Honour, that was first cause of it. Here's a complaint as strange as my Suiter. I beseech your good Honour thinke vpon him, make him an example. Yet againe? All my dutie to your Excellence. These sorts of licentious persons, when they are once reclaim'd, are most vehement against licence. But it is the course of the world to dispraise faults & vse them; that so we may vse them the safer. What might a wise Widdow resolue vpon this point now? Contentment is the end of all wordly beings: Beshrow her; would shee had spared her newes. See if shee take not a contrarie way to free her selfe of vs. You must complaine to his Altitude. All this for triall is; you must indure That will haue wiues, nought else, with them is sure. HAst thou beene admitted then? Admitted? I, into her heart, Ile able it; neuer was man so prais'd with a dispraise; nor so spoken for in being rail'd on. Ile giue you my word; I haue set her hart vpon as tickle a pin as the needle of a Diall; that will neuer let it rest, till it be in the right position. Why dost thou imagine this? Because I saw Cupid shoot in my wordes, and open his wounds in her lookes. Her bloud went and came of errands betwixt her face and her heart; and these changes I can tell you are shrewd tell-tales. Thou speak'st like a Doctrisse in thy facultie; but howsoeuer, for all this foile, Ile retriue the game once againe, hee's a shallow gamster that for one displeasing cast giues vp so faire a game for lost.