Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
It's the wind. I called my Love false Love: but what said he then? Sing Willough, etc. If I court more women, you'll couch with more men. So get thee gone, good night: mine eyes do itch: Doth that bode weeping? 'Tis neither here, nor there. I have heard it said so. O these Men, these men! Dost thou in conscience think (tell me Aemilia) That there be women do abuse their husbands In such gross kind? There be some such, no question. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world? Why, would not you? No, by this Heavenly light. Nor I neither, by this Heavenly light: I might do't as well i' th' dark. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world? The world's a huge thing: It is a great price, for a small vice. Introth, I think thou wouldst not. Introth I think I should, and undo't when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a joint Ring, nor for measures of Lawn, nor for Gowns, Petticoats, nor Caps, nor any petty exhibition. But for all the whole world: why, who would not make her husband a Cuckold, to make him a Monarch? I should venture Purgatory for't. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong For the whole world. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i' th' world; and having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it right. I do not think there is any such woman. Yes, a dozen: and as many to ' th' vantage, as would store the world they played for. But I do think it is their Husband's faults If Wives do fall: (Say, that they slack their duties, And pour our Treasures into foreign laps; Or else break out in peevish jealousies, Throwing restraint upon us: Or say they strike us, Or scant our former having in despite) Why we have galls: and though we have some Grace, Yet have we some Revenge. Let Husbands know, Their wives have sense like them: They see, and smell, And have their Palates both for sweet, and sour, As Husbands have. What is it that they do, When they change us for others? Is it Sport? I think it is: and doth Affection breed it? I think it doth. Is't Frailty that thus errs? It is so too. And have not we Affections? Desires for Sport? and Frailty, as men have? Then let them use us well: else let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us so. Good night, good night: Heaven me such uses send, Not to pick bad, from bad; but by bad, mend. here, stand behind this Bark, Strait will he come: Wear thy good Rapier bare, and put it home: Quick, quick, fear nothing; I'll be at thy Elbow, It makes us, or it mars us, think on that, And fix most firm thy Resolution.
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It's the wind. I call'd my Loue falſe Loue: but what ſaid he then? Sing Willough, &c. If I court mo women, you'le couch with mo men. So get thee gone, good night: mine eyes do itch: Doth that boade weeping? 'Tis neyther heere, nor there. I haue heard it ſaid ſo. O theſe Men, theſe men! Do'ſt thou in conſcience thinke (tell me Aemilia) That there be women do abuſe their husbands In ſuch groſſe kinde? There be ſome ſuch, no queſtion. Would'ſt thou do ſuch a deed for all the world? Why, would not you? No, by this Heauenly light. Nor I neither, by this Heauenly light: I might doo't as well i' th' darke. Would'ſt thou do ſuch a deed for al the world? The world's a huge thing: It is a great price, for a ſmall vice. Introth, I thinke thou would'ſt not. Introth I thinke I ſhould, and vndoo't when I had done. Marry, I would not doe ſuch a thing for a ioynt Ring, nor for meaſures of Lawne, nor for Gownes, Petticoats, nor Caps, nor any petty exhibition. But for all the whole world: why, who would not make her husband a Cuckold, to make him a Monarch? I ſhould venture Purgatory for't. Beſhrew me, if I would do ſuch a wrong For the whole world. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i' th' world; and hauing the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your owne world, and you might quickly make it right. I do not thinke there is any ſuch woman. Yes, a dozen: and as many to' th' vantage, as would ſtore the world they plaid for. But I do thinke it is their Husbands faults If Wiues do fall: (Say, that they ſlacke their duties, And powre our Treaſures into forraigne laps; Or elſe breake out in peeuiſh Iealouſies, Throwing reſtraint vpon vs: Or ſay they ſtrike vs, Or ſcant our former hauing in deſpight) Why we haue galles: and though we haue ſome Grace, Yet haue we ſome Reuenge. Let Husbands know, Their wiues haue ſenſe like them: They ſee, and ſmell, And haue their Palats both for ſweet, and ſowre, As Husbands haue. What is it that they do, When they change vs for others? Is it Sport? I thinke it is: and doth Affection breed it? I thinke it doth. Is't Frailty that thus erres? It is ſo too. And haue not we Affections? Deſires for Sport? and Frailty, as men haue? Then let them vſe vs well: elſe let them know, The illes we do, their illes inſtruct vs ſo. Good night, good night: Heauen me ſuch vſes ſend, Not to picke bad, from bad; but by bad, mend. Heere, ſtand behinde this Barke, Straight will he come: Weare thy good Rapier bare, and put it home: Quicke, quicke, feare nothing; Ile be at thy Elbow, It makes vs, or it marres vs, thinke on that, And fixe moſt firme thy Reſolution.