The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 4 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 0.73 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
True, but they that have the yellow Jaundice, think all objects they look on to be yellow. jealousy is worser, her fit's present to a man, like so many bubbles in a Basin of water, twenty several crabbed faces, many times makes his own shadow his cuckold-maker.* See she comes, what reason have you to be jealous of this creature? what an ignorant ass or flattering knave might he be counted, that should write sonnets to her eyes, or call her brow the snow of Ida, or ivory of Corinth, or compare her hair to the black birds bill, when 'tis liker the black birds feather. This is all: Be wise, I will make you friends and you shall go to bed together, marry look you, it shall not be your seeking, do you stand upon that by any means, walk you a loof, I would not have you seen in't, sister my Lord attends you in the banqueting house, your husband is wondrous discontented. I did nothing to displease him, I carved to him at suppertime You need not have carved him in faith, they say he is a capon already, I must now seemingly fall out with you. Shall a gentleman so well descended as Camillo.— a lousy slave that within this twenty years rode with the black guard in the Duke's carriage 'mongst spits and dripping-pans. Now he begins to tickle her. An excellent scholar, one that hath a head filled with calves brains without any sage in them,— come crouching in the hams to you for a night's lodging— that hath an itch in's hams, which like the fire at the glass house hath not gone out this seven years— is he not a courtly gentleman,— when he wears white satin one would take him by his black mussel to be no other creature than a maggot, you are a goodly Foil, I confess, well set out— but covered with a false stone you counterfeit diamond. He will make her know what is in me. Come, my Lord attends you, thou shalt go to bed to my Lord. Now he comes to't. With a relish as curious as a vintner going to taste new wine, I am opening your case hard. A virtuous brother o' my credit. He will give thee a ring with a philosopher's stone in it. Indeed I am studying alchemy. Thou shalt lie in a bed stuffed with turtles feathers, swoon in perfumed linen like the fellow was smothered in roses, so perfect shall be thy happiness, that as men at Sea think land and trees and ships go that way they go, so both heaven and earth shall seem to go your voyage. Shalt meet him, 'tis fixed, with nails of diamonds to inevitable necessity. How shall's rid him hence? I will put breeze in's tail, set him gadding presently, I have almost wrought her to it, I find her coming, but might I advise you now for this night I would not lie with her, I would cross her humour to make her more humble.
nodes 161–175 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 49 in this edition
Length
515 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.734 (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)
True, but they that haue the yellow Iaundeise, thinke all obiects they looke on to bee yellow. Iealousy is worser, her fit's present to a man, like so many bubles in a Bason of water, twenty seuerall crabbed faces, many times makes his owne shadow his cocould-maker. * See she comes, what reason haue you to be iealous of this creature? what an ignorant asse or flattering knaue might he be counted, that should write sonnets to her eyes, or call her brow the snow of Ida, or Iuorie of Corinth, or compare her haire to the blacke birds bill, when 'tis liker the blacke birds feather. This is all: Be wise, I will make you freinds and you shall go to bed together, marry looke you, it shall not be your seeking, do you stand vpon that by any meanes, walk you a loofe, I would not haue you seene in't, sister my Lord attends you in the banquetting house, your husband is wondrous discontented. I did nothing to displease him, I carued to him at supper-time You need not haue carued him infaith, they say he is a capon already, I must now seemingly fall out with you. Shall a gentleman so well descended as Camillo.—a lousy slaue that within this twenty yeares rode with the blacke guard in the Dukes cariage mongst spits and dripping-pannes. Now he begins to tickle her. An excellent scholler, one that hath a head fild with calues braynes without any sage in them,—come crouching in the hams to you for a nights lodging—that hath an itch in's hams, which like the fier at the glasse house hath not gone out this seauen yeares—is hee not a courtly gentleman,—when he weares white sattin one would take him by his blacke mussel to be no other creature then a maggot, you are a goodly Foile, I confesse, well set out—but couerd with a false stone you conterfaite dyamond. He will make her know what is in mee. Come, my Lord attends you, thou shalt go to bed to my Lord. Now he comes to't. With a relish as curious as a vintner going to taste new wine, I am opening your case hard. A vertuous brother a my credit. He will giue thee a ringe with a philosophers stonein it. Indeede I am studying Alcumye. Thou shalt lye in a bed stuft with turtles feathers, swoone in perfumed lynnen like the fellow was smothered in roses, so perfect shall be thy happinesse, that as men at Sea thinke land and trees and shippes go that way they go, so both heauen and earth shall seeme to go your voyage. Shal't meete him, tis fixt, with nayles of dyamonds to ineuitable necessitie. How shals rid him hence? I will put brees in's tayle, set him gadding presentlie, I haue almost wrought her to it, I find her comming, but might I aduise you now for this night I would not lye with her, I would crosse her humor to make her more humble.