Marston, John / Machin, Lewis / Barkstead, William · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1607-1608; revised 1609-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels (?); Children of the King's Revels (?) · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
O that a man had the instinct of a Lion, He knows when the Lioness place falls to him: But these solaces, these women, They bring man to grey hairs before he be thirty. Yet they cast out such mists of flattery from their breath, That a man's lost again: sure I fell into my marriage bed drunk: Like the Leopard, well with sober eyes would I had avoided it; Come grave and hide me from my blasted fame; O that thou couldst as well conceal my shame. Your pardon & your favour gracious Duke At once we do implore, that have so long. Deceived your royal expectation, Assured that the Comic knitting up, Will move your spleen, unto the proper use, Of mirth, your natural inclination: And wipe away the watery coloured anger, From your enforced cheek. Fair Lord, beguile Them and your saved, with a pleasing smile. Now by my life I do, fair Ladies rise, I ne'er did purpose any other end, To them and these designs. I was informed, Of some notorious error, as I sat in judgement. And do you hear? these night works require a cat's eyes, To empierce dejected darkness: call back the prisoners. Now what other troubled news, That we must back thus? Has any Senator begged my pardon, Upon my wives prostitution to him. What a spite's this, I had kept in my breath of purpose Thinking to go away the quieter, and must we now back? Since you are to die, we'll give you winding sheets, Wherein you shall be shrouded alive, By which we wind out all these miseries. signor Rogero, bestow a while your eye, And read here of your true wives chastity. Chastity? I will sooner expect a Iesuites recantation: Or the great Turks conversion, than her chastity. Pardon my liege, I will not trust mine eyes: Women and Devils, will deceive the wise. The like Sir is apparent on your side. Who? my wife? chaste? has your grace your sense, I'll sooner believe A conjuror may say his prayers with zeal, Than her honesty. Had she been an Hermaphrodite I would scarce hath given credit to you, Let him that hath drunk love drugs trust a woman, By heaven I think, the air is not more common. Then we impose a strict command upon you: On your Allegiance, read what there is writ. A writ of error, on my life my liege. You'll find it so I fear. What have we here the Art of Brachigraphy? he's stung already, as if his eyes were turned on Percy's shield. There motion is fixed, like to the pool of Styx. Yonder's our flames, and from the hollow Arches, Of his quick eyes, comes comet trains of fire: Bursting like hidden furies, from their Canes, yours till he sleep, the sleep of all The world, Rogero. Marry and that Lethargy seize you, read again. Thy servant so made by his stars, Rogero. A fire on your wandering stars Rogero. Sathan, why hast thou tempted my wife?
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O that a man had the instinct of a Lyon, He knowes when the Lionesse place fals to him: But these solaces, these women, They bring man to gray haires before he be thirtle. Yet they cast out such mistes of flatterie from their breath, That a mans lost againe▪ sure I fell into my marriage bed drunke: Like the Leopard, well with sober eyes would I had auoided it; Come graue and hide me from my blasted fame; O that thou could'st as well conceale my shame. Your pardon & your fauor gracious Duke At once we doe implore, that haue so long. Deceiu'd your royall expectation, Assur'd that the Comick knitting vp, Will moue your spleene, vnto the proper vse, Of mirth, your naturall inclination: And wipe away the watery couloured anger, From your inforced cheeke. Faire Lord, beguile Them and your saf't, with a pleasing smile. Now by my life I doe, faire Ladies rise, I nee'r did purpose any other end, To them and these designes. I was inform'd, Of some notorious errour, as I sate in iudgement. And doe you heare? these night workes require a Cats eyes, To impierce deiected darknesse: call back the prisoners. Now what other troubled newes, That we must back thus? Ha's any Senator beg'd my pardon, Vpon my wiues prostitution to him. What a spight's this, I had kept in my breath of purpose Thinking to goe away the quieter, and must we now backe? Since you are to die, wee'll giue you winding sheetes, Wherein you shall be shrouded aliue, By which we winde out all these miseries. Segnior Rogero, bestow a while your eye, And reade here of your true wiues chastity. Chastitie? I will sooner expect a Iesuites recantation: Or the great Turkes conuersion, then her chastitie. Pardon my leige, I will not trust mine eyes: Women and Diuels, will deceiue the wise. The like Sir is apparant on your side. Who? my wife? chaste? ha's your grace your sense, I'le sooner beleeue A coniurer may say his prayers with zeale, Then her honestie. Had she been an Hermaphrodite I would scarce hath giuen credit to you, Let him that hath drunke loue drugs trust a woman, By heau'n I thinke, the aire is not more common. Then we impose a strict command vpon you: On your Allegeance, reade what there is writ. A writ of errour, on my life my liege. You'le finde it so I feare. What haue we here the Art of Brachigraphy? Hee's stung already, as if his eyes were turn'd on Persies shield. There motion is fixt, like to the poole of Stix. Yonders our flames, and from the hollow Arches, Of his quick eyes, comes commet traines of fire: Bursting like hidden furies, from their Canes, Your's till he sleepe, the sleepe of all The world, Rogero. Marry and that Lethergie seize you, reade againe. Thy seruant so made by his stars, Rogero. A fire on your wandring starres Rogero. Sathan, why hast thou tempted my wife?