Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Oh thou hast drunk the juice of hemlock too, Or did upbraided nature make this pair To show she had not quite forgot her first justly praised workmanship, the first chaste couple Before the want of joy, taught guilty sight A way through shame and sorrow to delight: Say, may we mix as in their innocence When turtles kissed, to confirm happiness, Not to beget it? I know no bar. Should I believe thee, yet thy pulse beats woman; And says the name of wife did promise thee The blessed reward of duty to thy mother, Who gave so often witness of her joy, When she did boast thy likeness to her husband. 'Tis true, that to bring forth a second to yourself, Was only worthy of my Virgin loss; And should I prize you less unpatterned Sir, Then being, exemplified, is't not more honour To be possessor of unequaled virtue, Then what is paralleled? give me belief, The name of mother knows no way of good, More than the end in me: who weds for lust Is oft a widow; when I married you, I lost the name of maid to gain a title Above the wish of change, which that part can Only maintain, is still the same in man, His virtue and his calm society, Which no grey hairs can threaten to dissolve, Nor wrinkles bury. Confine thyself to silence, lest thou take That part of reason from me is only left To give persuasion to me, I am a man: Or say thou hast never seen the rivers haste With gladsome speed to meet the amorous sea. We are but to praise the coolness of their streams. Nor viewed the kids taught by their lustful sires, Pursue each other through the wanton lawns, And liked the sport. As it made way unto their envied rest, With weary knots binding their harmless eyes. Nor do you know the reason why the dove, One of the pair your hands wont hourly feed, So often clipped and kissed her happy mate. Unless it were to welcome his wished sight, Whose absence only gave her mourning voice. And you could dovelike to a single object Bind your loose spirits to one, nay such a one Whom only eyes and ears must flatter good, Your surer sense made useless, myself, nay As in my all of good already known. Let proof plead for me, let me be mewed up Where never eye may reach me but your own; And when I shall repent, but in my looks, if sigh, Or shed a tear that's warm. But in your sadness. Or when you hear the birds call for their mates, Ask if it be St. Valentine, their coupling day. If any thing may make a though suspected, Of knowing any happiness but you, Divorce me by the title of most falsehood. Oh who would know a wife, that might have such a friend? Posterity henceforth lose the name of blessing, And leave the earth inhabited to people heaven.
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Oh thou hast drunk the iuice of hemlock too, Or did vpbraided nature make this paire To shew she had not quite forgot her first Iustly praisde workmanship, the first chast couple Before the want of ioy, taught guilty sight A way through shame and sorrow to delight: Say, may we mixe as in their innocence When turtles kist, to confirme happinesse, Not to beget it? I know no bar. Should I beleeue thee, yet thy pulse beates woman; And sayes the name of wife did promise thee The blest reward of duty to thy mother, Who gaue so often witnes of her ioy, When she did boast thy likenes to her husband. 'Tis true, that to bring forth a second to your selfe, Was only worthy of my Virgin losle; And should I prize you lesse vnpatternde Sir, Then being, exemplified, ist not more honor To be possessor of vnequalde vertue, Then what is paralelde? giue me beleefe, The name of mother knowes no way of good, More then the end in me: who weds for lust Is oft a widdow; when I married you, I lost the name of maid to gaine a title Aboue the wish of change, which that part can Only maintaine, is still the same in man, His vertue and his calme society, Which no gray haires can threaten to dissolue, Nor wrinkles bury. Confine thy selfe to silence, lest thou take That part of reason from me is only left To giue perswasion to me, I am a man: Or say thou hast neuer seene the riuers haste With glad-some speede to meete the amorous sea. We are but to praise the coolenes of their streames. Nor viewde the kids taught by their lustfull sires, Pursue each other through the wanton lawnes, And likt the sport. As it made way vnto their enuied rest, With weary knots binding their harmeles eyes. Nor do you know the reason why the doue, One of the paire your hands wont hourely feede, So often clipt and kist her happy mate. Vnlesse it were to welcome his wisht sight, Whose absence only gaue her mourning voyce. And you could douelike to a single obiect Bind your loose spirits to one, nay such a one Whom only eyes and eares must flatter good, Your surer sence made vselesse, my selfe, nay As in my all of good already knowne. Let proofe plead for me, let me be mewde vp Where neuer eye may reach me but your owne; And when I shall repent, but in my lookes, if sigh, Or shed a teare that's warme. But in your sadnesse. Or when you heare the birds call for their mates, Aske if it be St. Valentine, their coopling day. If any thing may make a though suspected, Of knowing any happines but you, Diuorse me by the title of most falshood. Oh who would know a wife, that might haue such a friend? Posterity henceforth lose the name of blessing, And leaue the earth inhabited to people heauen.