Udall, Nicholas · published 1566 · first performed or written 1552 [1552-1554(?)] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
He hath in his head. As much brain as a burbolt. Well dame Custance, if he hear you thus play choploge. What will he? Play the devil in the horologe. I defy him lout. Shall I tell him what ye say? Yea and add whatsoever thou canst, I thee pray, And I will avouch it whatsoever it be. Then let me alone we will laugh well ye shall see, It will not be long ere he will hither resort. Let him come when him lust, I wish no better sport. Fare ye well, I will in, and read my great letter. I shall to my wooer make answer the better. Now that the whole answer in my device doth rest, I shall paint out our wooer in colours of the best. And all that I say shall be on Constance's mouth, She is author of all that I shall speak forsooth. But yond cometh Roister Doister now in a trance. Iuno send me this day good luck and good chance. I can not but come see how Merrygreek doth speed. I will not see him, but give him a jut in deed. I cry your mastership mercy. And whither now? As fast as I could run sir in post against you. But why speak ye so saintly, or why are ye so sad? Thou knowest the proverb, because I can not be had. Hast thou spoken with this woman? Yea that I have. And what will this gear be? No so God me save. Hast thou a flat answer? Nay a sharp answer. What Ye shall not (she sayth) by her will marry her cat. Ye are such a calf, such an ass, such a block, Such a lilburne, such a hoball, such a lobcock, And because ye should come to her at no season, She despised your maship out of all reason. beware what ye say (〈◊〉 I) of such a gentleman, Nay I fear him not (〈...〉) do the best he can. He vaunteth himself for a man of prowess great, Where as a good gander I dare say may him beat. And where he is louted and laughed to scorn, For the veriest dolt that ever was borne, And veriest lubber, sloven and beast, Living in this world from the west to the east: Yet of himself hath he such opinion, That in all the world is not the like minion. He thinketh each woman to be brought in dosage With the only sight of his goodly parsonage: Yet none that will have him: we do him lout and flock, And make him among us, our common sporting stock, And so would I now (ko she) save only because, Better nay (ko I) I lust not meddle with daws. Ye are happy (ko I) that ye are a woman, This would cost you your life in case ye were a man. Yea an hundred thousand pound should not save her life.
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He hath in his head. As much braine as a burbolt. Well dame Custance, if he heare you thus play choploge. What will he? Play the deuill in the horologe. I defye him loute. Shall I tell hym what ye say? Yea and adde what so euer thou canst, I thée pray, And I will auouche it what so euer it bée. Then let me alone we will lugh well ye shall sée, It will not be long ere he will hither resorte. Let hym come when hym lust, I wishe no better sport. Fare ye well, I will in, and read my great letter. I shall to my wo make answere the better. NOwe that the whole answere in my deuise doth rest, I shall paint out our wower in colours of the best. And all that I say shall be on Custances mouth, She is author of all that I shall speake forsoth. But yond commeth Roister Doister nowe in a traunce. Iuno sende me this day good lucke and good chaunce. I can not but come sée how Merygréeke doth spéede. I will not sée him, but giue him a itte in déede. I crie your mastershyp mercie. And whither now? As fast as I could runne sir in poste against you. But why speake ye so saintly, or why are ye so sad? Thou knowest the prouerbe, bycause I can not be had. Hast thou spoken with this woman? Yea that I haue. And what will this geare be? No so God me saue. Hast thou a flat answer? Nay a sharp answer. What Ye shall not (she sayth) by hir will marry hir cat. Ye are such a calfe, such an asse, such a blocke, Such a lilburne, such a hball, such a lobcocke, And bicause ye shoulde come to hir at no season, She despised your maship out of all reason. Bawawe what ye say ( I) of such a intman, Nay I feare him not () doe the best he can. He vaunteth him selfe for a man of prowesse greate, Where as a good gander I dare say may him beate. And where he is loute and laughed to skorne, For the veriest dolte that euer was orne, And veriest lubber, flouen and beast, Liuing in this worlde from the west to the east: Yet of himselfe hath he suche opinion, That in all the worlde is not the like minion. He thinketh eche woman to be brought in dosage With the onely sight of his goodly personage: Yet none that will haue hym: we do hym loute and flocke, And make him among vs, our common sporting stocke, And so would I now (ko she) saue onely bicause, Better nay (ko I) I lust not medle with dawes. Ye are happy (ko I) that ye are a woman, This would cost you your life in case ye were a man. Yea an hundred thousand pound should not saue hir life.