Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 450 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I thank your worship, so is it mine, now. What says he, CUTBERD? He says, Praesto, sir, whensoever your worship needs him, he can be ready with the like. He got this cold with sitting up late, and singing catches with clothworkers. No more. I thank him. God keep your worship, and give you much joy with your fair spouse. (Umh, umh.) O, O, stay CUTBERD! let him give me five shillings of my money back. As it is bounty to reward benefits, so is it equity to mulct injuries. I will have it. What says he? He cannot change it, sir. It must be changed. Cough again. What says he? He will cough out the rest, sir. (Umh, umh, umh.) Away, away with him, stop his mouth, away, I forgive it.— Fie, master MOROSE, that you will use this violence to a man of the church. How! It does not become your gravity, or breeding, (as you pretend in court) to have offered this outrage on a waterman, or any more boisterous creature, much less on a man of his civil coat. You can speak then! Yes, sir. Speak out I mean. I sir. Why, did you think you had married a statue? or a motion, only? one of the French puppets, with the eyes turned with a wire? or some innocent out of the hospital, that would stand with her hands thus, and a please mouth, and look upon you. O immodesty! a manifest woman! what CUTBERD? Nay, never quarrel with CUTBERD, sir, it is too late now. I confess, it doth bate somewhat of the modesty I had, when I writ simply maid: but I hope, I shall make it a stock still competent, to the estate, and dignity of your wife. She can talk! Yes indeed, sir. What, sirrah. None of my knaves, there? where is this impostor, CUTBERD? Speak to him, fellow, speak to him. I'll have none of this coacted, unnatural dumbness in my house, in a family where I govern. She is my Regent already! I have married a PENTHESILEA, a SEMIRAMIS, sold my liberty to a distaff! WHere's master MOROSE? Is he come again! lord have mercy upon me. I wish you all joy, mistress EPICOENE, with your grave and honourable match. I return you the thanks, master TRVE-WIT, so friendly a wish deserves. She has acquaintance, too! God save you, sir, and give you all contentment in your fair choice, here. Before I was the bird of night to you, the owl but now I am the messenger of peace, a dove, and bring you the glad wishes of many friends, to the celebration of this good hour. What hour, sir?
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I thanke your worship, so is it mine, now. What sayes he, CVTBERD? He saies, Praesto, sir, whensoeuer your worship needes him, hee can be ready with the like. He got this cold with sitting vp late, and singing catches with cloth-workers. No more. I thanke him. God keepe your worship, and giue you much ioy with your faire spouse. (Vmh, vmh.) O, Ô, stay CVTBERD! let him giue me fiue shillings of my money backe. As it is bounty to reward benefits, so is it equity to mulct iniuries. I will haue it. What sayes he? He cannot change it, sir. It must be chang'd. Cough againe. What sayes he? He will cough out the rest, sir. (Vmh, vmh, vmh.) Away, away with him, stop his mouth, away, I forgiue it.— Fye, master MOROSE, that you will vse this violence to a man of the church. How! It do's not become your grauity, or breeding, (as you pretend in court) to haue offer'd this outrage on a water-man, or any more boystrous creature, much lesse on a man of his ciuill coat. You can speake then! Yes, sir. Speake out I meane. I sir. Why, did you thinke you had married a statue? or a motion, onely? one of the French puppets, with the eyes turn'd with a wire? or some innocent out of the hospitall, that would stand with her hands thus, and a playse mouth, and looke vpon you. O immodestie! a manifest woman! what CVTBERD? Nay, neuer quarrell with CVTBERD, sir, it is too late now. I confesse, it doth bate somewhat of the modestie I had, when I writ simply maide: but I hope, I shall make it a stocke still competent, to the estate, and dignity of your wife. Shee can talke! Yes indeed, sir. What, sirrah. None of my knaues, there? where is this impostor, CVTBERD? Speake to him, fellow, speake to him. I'll haue none of this coacted, vnnaturall dumbnesse in my house, in a family where I gouerne. She is my Regent already! I haue married a PENTHESILEA, a SEMIRAMIS, sold my liberty to a distaffe! WHere's master MOROSE? Is he come againe! lord haue mercy vpon me. I wish you all ioy, mistris EPICOENE, with your graue and honourable match. I returne you the thankes, master TRVE-WIT, so friendly a wish deserues. She has acquaintance, too! God saue you, sir, and giue you all contentment in your faire choise, here. Before I was the bird of night to you, the owle but now I am the messenger of peace, a doue, and bring you the glad wishes of many friends, to the celebration of this good houre. What houre, sir?