The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 3 of 49
Webster, John · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Winter 1612-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.84 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I assure you brother no, My voyage lies More northerly, in a far colder clime, I do not well remember I protest when I last lay with her. Strange you should lose your Count. we never lay together but ere morning Their grew a flaw between us. T'had been your part To have made up that flaw. True, but she loathes I should be seen in't. Why Sir, what's the matter? The Duke your master visits me I thank him, And I perceive how like an earnest bowler He very passionately leans that way, He should have his bowl run I hope you do not think That noble men boul booty, Faith his cheek Hath a most excellent Bias, it would fain jump with my mistress. Will you be an ass. Despite you Aristotle or a cuckold Contrary to your Ephemerides Which shows you under what a smiling planet You were first swaddled, Pew wew, Sir tell not me Of planets nor of Ephemeridas A man may be made cuckold in the day time When the Stars eyes are out. Sir God boy you, I do commit you to your pitiful pillow Stuffed with horn-shavings. Brother. God refuse me Might I advise you now your only course Wear to lock up your wife. 'twear very good. Bar her the sight of revels. Excellent. Let her not go to Church, but like a hound In Leon at your heels. 'twear for her honour And so you should be certain in one fortnight, Despite her chastity or innocence To be cuckolded, which yet is in suspense: This is my counsel and I ask no see for't. Come you know not where my night cap wrings me. Wear it ath' old fashion, let your large ears come through, it will be more easy, nay I will be bitter, bar your wife of her entertainment: women are more willingly & more gloriously chaste, when they are least restrained of their liberty. It seems you would be a fine Capricious Mathematically jealous Coxcomb, take the height of your own horns with a Iacobs staff afore they are up. These politic enclosures for paltry mutton, makes more rebellion in the flesh then all the provocative electuaries Doctors have uttered sense last jubilee. This doth not physic me, It seems you are jealous, i'll show you the error of it by a familiar example, I have seen a pair of spectacles fashioned with such perspective art, that lay down but one twelve pence o'th' board 'twill appear as if there were twenty, now should you wear a pair of these spectacles, and see your wife tying her shoe, you would Imagine twenty hands were taking up of your wives clothes, and this would put you into a horrible causeless fury, The fault there Sir is not in the eyesight
nodes 113–160 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 49 in this edition
Length
472 words · 591 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.844 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T26 · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I assure you brother no, My voyage lyes More northerlie, in a farre colder clime, I do not well remember I protest when I last lay with her. Strange you should loose your Count. Wee neuer lay together but eare morning Their grew a flaw betweene vs. T'had byn your part To haue made vp that flaw. Trew, but shee loathes I should be seene in't. Why Sir, what's the matter? The Duke your maister visits me I thanke him, And I perceaue how like an earnest bowler Hee very passionatelie leanes that way, He should haue his boule runne I hope you do not thinke That noble men boule bootie, Faith his cheeke Hath a most excellent Bias, it would faine iumpe with my mistris. Will you be an asse. Despight you Aristotle or a Cocould Contrary to your Ephemerides Which shewes you vnder what a smiling planet You were first swadled, Pew wew, Sir tell not me Of planets nor of Ephemeridas A man may be made Cocould in the day time When the Stars eyes are out. Sir God boy you, I do commit you to your pittifull pillow Stuft with horne-shauings. Brother. God refuse me Might I aduise you now your onlie course Weare to locke vp your wife. T'weare very good. Bar her the sight of reuels. Excellent. Let her not go to Church, but like a hounde In Leon atyour heeles. Tweare for her honour And so you should be certayne in one fortnight, Despight her chastity or innocence To bee Cocoulded, which yet is in suspence: This is my counsell and I aske no see for't. Come you know not where my-night cap wringes mee. Weare it ath' old fashion, let your large eares come through, it will be more easy, nay I will be bitter, barre your wife of her entertaynment: women are more willinglie & more gloriouslie chast, when they are least restrayned of their libertie. It seemes you would be a fine Capricious Mathematically iealous Coxcombe, take the height of your owne hornes with a Iacobs staffe afore they are vp. These polliticke inclosures for paltry mutton, makes more rebellion in the flesh then all the prouocatiue electuaries Doctors haue vttered sence last Iubilee. This doth not phisicke me, It seemes you are Iealous, ile shew you the error of it by a familiar example, I haue seene a paire of spectacles fashiond with such perspectiue art, that lay downe but one twelue pence ath'bord twill appeare as if there were twenty, now should you weare a paire of these spectacles, and see your wife tying her shooe, you would Imagine twenty hands were taking vp of your wiues clothes, and this would put you into a horrible causlesse fury, The fault there Sir is not in the eye-sight