Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 11 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 534 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
WEll, Historia, I see love's unruly even in the wisest; you may do what you will; but if you would be ruled by your friends, my counsel should be that you would never fancy this Poeta, a fellow of that kind of profession, which all Wise men have ever banished out of the commonwealth, as being the Mother of lies, the Nurse of abuse, and at the Best, but the worst of knowledge; perhaps you may think Polites uses this dissuasion because Poeta's poor; (which also I confess in the Policy of an ordinary Discretion is to be considered) but I profess I'm chiefly moved at the uncertainty of his courses; which I think would not very aptly consort with your sober consistency and staidness of life: but I'll say no more; good Ethicus, supply my room. Reverend Polites— Nay, nay— Nay? nay? nay truly Ethicus, 'tis good manners, to let her answer in her own defence. Nay, Rhetorica, we know you have words at will; every woman has two tongues, and you have four, 'twill come to a fine pass in a while, if we suffer every young pert thing to be prachant, especially towards their elders, I may be thy father, wench, and I will speak. Thou art a greenhead, Historia; I say that Poeta's a licentious fellow, a Drinker, a Dicer, a Wencher, a balladmaker, a Seducer of young minds, a Scoffer, a libeler, a Sharker, an Humorist, an Epicure; proud, fantastical, sullen, slothful, lewd, irreligious, and in a word an enemy to all the Gods and Virtues. Ha' you done? you have stuck cloves enough in your Orange to make it smell. Nay, thou wench, I like thee better, though thou hast a shrewd Tongue: for thou hast set thine affection upon Logicus, a fellow of some understanding, and though he has some of thy fault (as a piece of thy tongue) yet 'tis likely he'll make a good Housekeeper; he's thrifty, thrifty, and I like that. Nay, pray Historia, take Oeconoma's counsel, or (at least) hear it, I'll speak moderately. I shall the rather hear you then. Indeed I think that Poeta will never prove a good housekeeper; for he must have nothing (unless it be himself) out of Order in his house; but every thing forsooth so neat, so trim, as if folks had nothing to do but wait upon his humorous sloth: but we that keep houses (by cock a'py) must ha' room for baking, brewing, spinning, carding, washing, wringing, starching, setting, sleeking, pinning, folding, smoothing; here a chair, there a tub; here a pan, there a kettle; here a wheel, there a reel; and a hundred such clutterments. It seems you keep a cleanly house; but I pray, how long have you been married? Married? why, thirty five years last Valentine's day; next Valentine's day 'twill be— just as can be— thirty six years full, blessed be the day when it comes. You may then indeed have forgot love-sports by this time; well, you are not angry with me for hearing you? are you? No. Why then, I must pray you likewise that you will not be offended, if I do not follow what I hear.
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WEll, Hiſtoria, I ſee loue's unruly euen in the wiſeſt; you may doe what you will; but if you would be rul'd by your friends, my counſell ſhould be that you would neuer fancie this Poeta, a fellow of that kinde of profeſſion, which all Wiſe men haue euer baniſh'd out of the common-wealth, as being the Mother of lyes, the Nurſe of abuſe, and at the Beſt, but the worſt of knowledge; perhaps you may thinke Polites vſes this diſſwaſion becauſe Poeta's poore; (which alſo I confeſſe in the Policy of an ordinary Diſcretion is to be conſidered) but I profeſſe I'me chiefly moued at the vncertainty of his courſes; which I thinke would not very aptly conſort with your ſober conſiſtency and ſtayedneſſe of life: but Ile ſay no more; good Ethicus, ſupply my roome. Reuerend Polites— Nay, nay— Nay? nay? nay truly Ethicus, 'tis good manners, to let her anſwere in her owne defence. Nay, Rhetorica, we know you haue words at will; euery woman has two tongues, and you haue Foure, 'twill come to a fine paſſe in a while, if wee ſuffer euery young pert thing to be prachant, eſpecially towards their elders, I may be thy father, wench, and I will ſpeake. Thou art a greene-head, Hiſtoria; I ſay that Poeta's a licentious fellow, a Drinker, a Dicer, a Wencher, a Ballad-maker, a Seducer of young minds, a Scoffer, a Libeller, a Sharker, an Humoriſt, an Epicure; proud, phantaſticall, ſullen, ſlothfull, lewd, irreligious, and in a word an enemy to all the Gods and Vertues. Ha' you done? you haue ſtucke cloues enow in your Orange to make it ſmell. Nay, thou wench, I like thee better, though thou haſt a ſhrewd Tongue: for thou haſt ſet thine affection vpon Logicus, a fellow of ſome vnderſtanding, and though hee has ſome of thy fault (as a piece of thy tongue) yet 'tis likely hee'l make a good Houſe-keeper; hee's thrifty, thrifty, and I like that. Nay, pray Hiſtoria, take Oeconoma's counſell, or (at leaſt) heare it, Ile ſpeake moderately. I ſhall the rather heare you then. Indeed I thinke that Poeta will neuer proue a good houſe-keeper; for he muſt haue nothing (vnleſſe it be himſelfe) out of Order in his houſe; but euery thing forſooth ſo neate, ſo trim, as if folkes had nothing to doe but wait vpon his humorous ſloth: but we that keepe houſes (by cocke a'py) muſt ha' roome for baking, brewing, ſpinning, carding, waſhing, wringing, ſtarching, ſetting, ſleeking, pinning, folding, ſmoothing; here a chaire, there a tub; here a pan, there a kettle; here a wheele, there a reele; and a hundred ſuch clutterments. It ſeemes you keepe a cleanely houſe; but I pray, how long haue you beene married? Married? why, thirtie fiue yeeres laſt Valentines day; next Valentines day 'twill be—iuſt as can be—thirtie ſixe yeeres full, bleſſed be the day when it comes. You may then indeed haue forgot loue-ſports by this time; well, you are not angrie with me for hearing you? are you? No. Why then, I muſt pray you likewiſe that you will not be offended, if I doe not follow what I heare.