Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Sir I did think you had esteemed of him As you made show, therefore I used him well, And yet not so but that the strictest eye I durst have made a witness of my carriage. Plague a your carriage, why he kissed your hand, Looked babies in your eyes, and wink't and pinked, You thought I had esteemed him, 'Sblood you whore, Do not I know, that you do know you lie, When didst thou hear me say and mean one thing? Oh I could kick you now, and tear your face And eat thy Breasts like udders. Sir you may, but if I know what hath deserved all this I am no woman, 'cause he kissed my hand, unwillingly. A little louder pray. You are a base fellow, an unworthy man As e'er poor Gentlewoman matched withal, Why should you make such show of love to any Without the truth, thy beastly mind is like Some decayed Tradesman that doth make his wife Entertain those for gain he not endures, Pish, swell and burst, I had rather with thy sword Be hewed to pieces, then lead such a life, Out with it valiant sir, I hold you for A drawer upon women, not on men, I will no more conceal your hollow heart, But e'en report you as you are in truth. This is called marriage, stop your mouth you whore. Thy mother was a whore if I be one. You know there's company in the house, sweet friend What have you writ your letter? 'tis done, dear friend, I have made you stay too long I fear you'll be benighted. Fie, no, no, madam & sweetest wife farewell, God bless us, Make much of master Subtle here my friend Till my return, which may be e'en as't happens, According as my business hath success. How will you pass the time, now fairest Mistress. In troth I know not, wives without their husbands methinks are lowering days. Indeed some wives Are like dead bodies in their husband's absence. If any Wife be, I must needs be so That have a Husband far above all men, Untainted with the humours others have, A perfect man, and one that loves you truly, You see the charge he left of your good usage. Push, he's an Ass, I know him, a stark Ass. Of a most barbarous condition, falsehearted to his friend, rough unto you, A most dissembling and perfidious fellow, I care not if he heard me, this I know, And will make good upon him with my sword Or any for him, for he will not fight. Fie servant, you show small civility And less humanity, d''ee require My husband's love thus ill, or what d''ee think Of me, that you will utter to my face Such harsh, unfriendly, slanderous injuries Even of my Husband? Sir, forbear I pray My ears, or your own tongue, I am no housewife To hear my husband's merit thus depraved.
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Sir I did thinke you had esteem'd of him As you made shew, therefore I vs'd him well, And yet not so but that the strictest eie I durst haue made a witnesse of my cariage. Plague a your carriage, why he kist your hand, Look't babies in your eies, and wink't and pink't, You thought I had esteem'd him, S'blood you whore, Doe not I know, that you doe know you lie, When did'st thou heare me say and meane one thing? Oh I could kick you now, and teare your face And eate thy Breasts like vdders. Sir you may, but if I know what hath deseru'd al this I am no woman, 'cause he kist my hand, vnwillingly. A little lowder pray. You are a base fellow, an vnworthie man As e're poore Gentlewoman match't withall, Why should you make such shew of loue to any Without the truth, thy beastly minde is like Some deca'd Tradseman that doth make his wife Entertaine thos for gaine he not endures, Pish, swell and burst, I had rather with thy sword Be hew'd to peeces, then lead such a life, Out with it valiant si, I hold you for A drawer vpon women, not on men, I will no more conceale your hollow heart, But e'ne report you as you are in truth. This is cal'd marriage, stop your mouth you whore. Thy mother was a whore if I be one. You know ther's companie in the house, sweet friend What haue you writ your letter? T'is done, deere friend, I haue made you stay too long I feare you'll be benighted. Fie, no, no, Madame & sweetest wife farewell, God blesse vs, Make much of master Subtle heere my friend Till my returne, which may be ee'n as't happens, According as my businesse hath successe. How will you passe the time, now fairest Mistresse. In troth I know not, wiues without their husbands Me thinks are lowring daies. Indeed some wiues Are like dead bodies in their Husbands absence. If any Wife be, I must needs be so That haue a Husband farre aboue all men, Vntainted with the humors others haue, A perfect man, and one that loues you truly, You see the charge he left of your good vsage. Push, hee's an Asse, I know him, a starke Asse. Of a most barbarous condition, False-hearted to his friend, rough vnto you, A most desembling and perfideous fellow, I care not if he heard me, this I know, And will make good vpon him with my sword Or any for him, for he will not fight. Fie seruant, you shew small ciuilitie And lesse humanitie, d'ee requie My husband loue thus ill, or what ee thinke Of mee, that you will vtter to my face Such harsh, vnfriendly, slanderous iniuries Euen of my Husband? Sir, forbeare I pray My eares, or your owne tongue, I am no hous-wife To heare my Husbands merrit thus deprau'd.