Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Must you then (Because not marry, to avoid the ox) Live like a noted and egregious Ass? Or like a Camel, fierce with flaming lust? Would you seduce my weaker innocence? Seek to entrap my credulous conceit? You must not marry; would you then defile The modest thoughts of virgin-chastity? Would you take licence from a single life, To make each maid a whore, not being a wife? I blush to view such vild affinity, Betwixt a Goatish beard, and bearded men. But be familiar (Madam) and recall I was a target once to thee condemned, Both by Lucilla, and Pheudippe's doom; Remember Madam, I did turn the edge Of quick Lucilla's wrath upon herself, Took thy confiscate beauty from the snare Of imminent subversion, drew thee out As from a gulf which gaping, ready stood To swallow down thy honour, sing thy hurt, So change thy golden dignity to dirt. I did (remember Madam) banish hate, For I did wrestle with uprising fate. You did enfranchise my condemned life, You did return Lucilla's point of spleen Upon her wicked bosom; whence it came; You (sir) did manage my neglected cause, Took my confiscate beauty from the snare Of imminent subversion; you did this; You, you have been my target, you alone Drew my forgotten safety from the teeth Of tugging fingers; you alone did this; And did you this to amplify abuse? Did you reserve my innocence for this? For this did you protect my ignorance? You kept my carcase from a rampant Wolf, To feed your tame, but hungry, lions whelp: You did prevent a near captivity, To make my thraldom be notorious; You, from a guiltless danger, did redeem My maiden thoughts, to make the danger, guilt; Thou gav'st new being ('bout too fail before) After which being, must I be thy whore? i'faith you have done a deed of charity, Took me by rescue, from death past the chin, To rip my pregnant womb, and flay my skin. But know (Amilcar) I am so resolved Upon the spotless love of chastity, As I with proper violence will rend My womb in pieces, tear my tempting face And go beyond a woman's fortitude, Rather than (like a Strumpet) prostitute. (Queen) I contemn your points of chastity, Laugh at such idle tricks to colour sin: You are a captive in my custody, Consider well the law of time and place Be at my proper nod; if naked lust Bribe me to some injustice, do not blame A smooth acceptance; for the frugal age Wherein I live, doth bark aloud for fees Which in themselves be bribes; if to the knees, Or neck, some rascal knave be drenched in blood, The scarlet can absolve a scarlet sin And call deep slaughter a corrective deed. Then blame the bribes which did injustice feed, Blame not the man (I pray;) so blame our lust Not met Amilcar, if enjoy we must.
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Must you then (Because not marry, to auoyd the oxe) Liue like a noted and eggregious Asse? Or like a Cammell, fierce with flaming lust? Would you seduce my weaker innocence? Seeke to intrap my credulous conceit? You must not marry; would you then defile The modest thoughts of virgin-chastity? Would you take licence from a single life, To make each maid a whore, not being a wife? I blush to view such vild affinity, Betwixt a Goatish beard, and bearded men. But be familiar (Madam) and re-call I was a target once to thee condemn'd, Both by Lucilla, and Pheudippe's doome; Remember Madam, I did turne the edge Of quicke Lucilla's wrath vpon her selfe, Tooke thy confiscate beauty from the snare Of imminent sub-version, drew thee out As from a gulfe which gaping, ready stood To swallow downe thy honor, sing thy hurt, So change thy golden dignity to durt. I did (remember Madam) banish hate, For I did wrestle with vp-rising fate. You did infranchise my condemned life, You did returne Lucilla's point of spleene Vpon her wicked bosome; whence it came; You (sir) did manage my neglected cause, Tooke my confiscate beauty from the snare Of imminent sub-version; you did this; You, you haue beene my target, you alone Dew my forgotten safety from the teeth Of tuggingsingers; you alone did this; And did you this to amplifie abuse? Did you reserue my innocence for this? For this did you protect my ignorance? You kept my carkasse from a rampant Woolfe, To feed your tame, but hungry, Lyons whelpe: You did preuent a neere captiuity, To make my thraldome be notorious; You, from a guiltlesse danger, did redeeme My maiden thoughts, to make the danger, guilt; Thou gau'st new being ('bout too faile before) After which being, must I be thy whore? 'Faith you haue done a deed of charity, Toke mee by rescue, from death past the chin, To rip my pregnant wombe, and flea my skin. But know (Amilcar) I am so resolu'd Vpon the spot-lesse loue of chastity, As I with proper violence will rend My wombe in peeces, teare my tempting face And go beyond a womans forritude, Rather then (like a Strumpet) prostitute. (Queene) I contemne your points of chastity, Laugh at such idle trickes to colour sinne: You are a captiue in my custody, Consider well the law of time and place Be at my proper nod; if naked lust Bribe mee to some in-iustice, doe not blame A smooth acceptance; for the frugall age Wherein I liue, doth barke aloud for fees Which in themselues be bribes; if to the knees, Or necke, some rascall knaue be drench'd in bloud, The scarlet can absolue a scarlet sinne And call deepe slaughter a correctiue deed. Then blame the bribes which did in-iustice feed, Blame not the man (I pray;) so blame our lust Not met Amilcar, if enioy wee must.