Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.82 · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
thouart a vile man; God bless my issue from thee. Thou hast but one, and that's in thy left crupper, that makes thee hobble so; you must be ground i'th' breech like a top, you'll near spin well else: Farewell Fytchocke. Is it not strange that every woman's will should track out new ways to disturb herself? if I should call my reason to account, it cannot answer why I stop myself from mine own wish; and stop the man I love from his; and every hour repent again, yet still go on: I know 'tis like a man, that wants his natural sleep, and growing dull, would gladly give the remnant of his life for two hours rest: yet through his frowardness, will rather choose to watch another man. Drowsy as he, then take his own repose. All this I know: yet a strange peevishness and anger, not to have the power to do things unexpected, carries me away to mine own ruin had rather die sometimes than not disgrace in public him whom people think I love, and do't with oaths, and am in earnest then: O what are we! Men, you must answer this, that do obey such things as we command. How now? what news? Faith Madam none worth hearing. Is he not come? No truly. Nor has he writ? Neither. I pray God you have not undone yourself: Why, but what says he? Faith he talks strangely: How strangely? First at your Letter he laughed extremely: What in contempt? He laughed monstrous loud, as he would die, and when you wrote it, I think you were in no such merry mood, to provoke him that way: and having done he cried alas for her, and violently laughed again. Did he? yes till I was angry: Angry, why? why wert thou angry? he did do but well, I did deserve it, he had been a fool, an unfit man for any one to love, had he not laughed thus at me: you were angry, that showed your folly; I shall love him more for that, than all that ere he did before: but said he nothing else? Many uncertain things: he said though you had mocked him, because you were a woman, he could wish to do you so much favour as to see you: yet he said, he knew you rash, and was loath to offend you with the sight of one, whom now he was bound not to leave. What one was that? I know not, but truly I do fear there is a making up there: for I heard the servants, as I passed by some, whisper such a thing: and as I came back through the hall, there were two or three Clerks writing great conveyances in haste, which they said were for their Mistress jointure. 'Tis very like and fit it should be so, for he does think, and reasonably think, that I should keep him with my idle tricks for ever ere he married. At last he said, it should go hard but he would see you for your satisfaction.
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Length
520 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.821 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Th'art a vyle man; God blesse my issue from thee. Thou hast but one, and thats in thy left cupper, that makes thee hobble so; you must be ground ith breech like a top, youle nere spin well else: Farwell Fytchocke. Is it not strange that euery womans will should tracke out new waies to disturbe her selfe? if I should call my reason to accoumpt, it cannot answere why I stoppe my selfe from mine owne wish; and stoppe the man I loue from his; and euery houre repent againe, yet still goe on: I know 'tis like a man, that wants his naturall sleep, and growing dull, would gladly giue the remnant of his life for two howers rest: yet through his frowardnesse, will rather chuse to watch another man. Drowsie as he, then take his owne repose. All this I know: yet a strange peuishs and anger, not to haue the power to doe thinges vnexpected, carryes me away to mine owne rui had rather dye sometimes then not disgrace in publike him whom people thinke I loue, and doo't with oaths, and am in earnest then: O what are wee! Men, you must answer this, that d obey such thinges as wee command. How now? what newes? Faith Madam none worth hearing. Is he not come? No truly. Nor has he writ? Neither. I pray God you haue not vndone your selfe: Why, but what sayes hee? Faith he talkes strangely: How strangely? First at your Letter he laught extreamly: What in contempt? He laught monstrous loud, as he would dye, and when you wrote it, I thinke you were in no such merry mood, to prouoke him that way: and hauing done he cryed ala for her, and violently laught againe. Did he? yes till I was angry: Angry, why? why wert thou angry? he did doe but well, I did deserue it, hee had beene a foole, an vnfit man for any one to loue, had he not laught thus at mee: you were angry, that show'd your folly; I shall loue him more for that, then all that he did before: but said he nothing else? Many vncertaine things: he aid though you had mock't him, because you were a woman, he could wish to doe you so much sauout as to see you: yet he said, he knew you rash, and was loth to offend you with the sight of one, whom now he was bound not to leaue. What one was that? I know not, but truely I doe feare there is a making vp there: for I heard the seruants, as I past by some, whisper such a thing: and as I came backe through the hall, there were two or three Clarkes writing great conueyances in hast, which they said were for their Mistris ioynture. very like and fit it should be so, for he does thinke, and reasonably thinke, that I should keepe him with my idle tricks for euer he maried. At last he said, it should goe hard but he would see you for your satisfaction.