Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
She Sir, yet is froward, And desires respite, and some privacy. She was harsh at first, but ere we parted, seemed not Implacable. there's comfort yet, I'll ply her Each hour with new Ambassadors of more honours, Titles, and eminence. My second self Francisco, shall solicit her. That a wise man, And what is more, a Prince, that may command, Should sue thus poorly, and treat with his wife, As she were a victorious enemy, At whose proud feet, himself, his State, and Country, Basely begged mercy. What is that you mutter? I'll have thy thoughts. You shall, you are too fond, And feed a pride that's swollen too big already, And surfeits with observance. O my patience! My vassal speak thus? Let my head answer it If I offend. She that you think a Saint, I fear may play the Devil. Well said old fellow. And he that hath so long ingrossed your favours, Though to be named with reverence, Lord Francisco, Who as you purpose, shall solicit for you, I think's too near her. Hold Sir, this is madness. It may be they confer of winning Lordships, I'm sure he's private with her. Let me go, I scorn to touch him, he deserves my pity, And not my anger, dotard, and to be one Is thy protection, else thou durst not think That love to my Marcella hath left room In my full heart for any Jealous thought, That idle passion dwell with thick-skinned Tradesmen. The undeserving Lord, or the unable, Lock up thy own wife fool, that must take physic From her young Doctor upon her back Because thou hast the palsy in that part That makes her active, I could smile to think What wretched things they are that dare be jealous, Were I matched to another Messaline, While I sound merit in myself to please her: I should believe her chaste, and would not seek To find out my own torment, but alas, Enjoying one that but to me's a Dien, I'm too secure. This is a confidence Beyond example. There he is, now speak, Or be for ever silent. If you come To bring me comfort, say, that you have made My peace with my Marcelia. I had rather Wait on you to your funeral. You are my mother, Or by her life you were dead else. Would you were, To your dishonour, and since dotage makes you Wilfully blind, borrow of me my eyes, Or some part of my spirit. Are you all flesh? A limb of patience only? No fire in you? But do your pleasure, here your Mother was Committed by your servant (for I scorn To call him husband) and myself your sister, If that you dare remember such a name, Mewed up to make the way open and free For the adulteress, I am unwilling To say a part of Sforza. Take her head off, She hath blasphemed, and by our Law must die.
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She Sir, yet is froward, And desires respite, and some priuacie. She was harsh at first, but ere we parted, seem'd not Implacable. Ther's comfort yet, I'le ply her Each houre with new Embassadors of more honors, Titles, and eminence. My second selfe Francisco, shall sollicit her. That a wise man, And what is more, a Prince, that may command, Should sue thus poorely, and treat with his wife, As she were a victorious enemie, At whose proud feet, himselfe, his State, and Countrey, Basely beg'd mercie. What is that you mutter? I'le haue thy thoughts. You shall, you are too fond, And feed a pride that's swolne too bigge alreadie, And surfeits with obseruance. O my patience! My vassall speake thus? Let my head answere it If I offend. She that you thinke a Saint, I seare may play the Diuel. Well said old sellow. And he that hath so long ingross'd your fauours, Though to be nam'd with reuerence, Lord Francisco, Who as you purpose, shall sollicite for you, I think's too neere her. Hold Sir, this is madnesse. It may be they conferre of winning Lordships, I'me sure he's priuate with her. Let me goe, I scorne to touch him, he deserues my pittie, And not my anger, dotard, and to be one Is thy protection, els thou durst not thinke That loue to my Marcella hath left roome In my full heart for any Iealons thought, That idle passion dwell with thick-skind Trades-men. The vndeseruing Lord, or the vnable, Lock vp thy owne wife foole, that must take physicke From her young Doctor vpon her backe Because thou hast the palsey in that part That makes her actiue, I could smile to thinke What wretched things they are that dare be iealous, Were I match'd to another Messaline, While I sound merit in my selfe to please her: I should beleeue her chast, and would not seeke To find out my owne torment, but alas, Inioying one that but to me's a Dien, I'me too secure. This is a confidence Beyond example. There he is, now speake, Or be for euer silent. If you come To bring me comfort, say, that you haue made My peace with my Marcelia. I had rather Waite on you to your funerall. You are my mother, Or by her life you were dead else. Would you were, To your dishonor, and since dotage makes you Wilfully blind, borrow of me my eyes, Or some part of my spirit. Are you all flesh? A limbe of patience only? No fire in you? But doe your pleasure, here your Mother was Committed by your seruant (for I scorne To call him husband) and my selfe your sister, If that you dare remember such a name, Mew'd vp to make the way open and free For the Adultresse, I am vnwilling To say a part of Storza. Take her head off, She hath blasphem'd, and by our Law must dye.