Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.74 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Quickening, and make The like soft Music. That we may imitate the loving Palms (Best Emblem of a peaceful marriage) That ne'er bore fruit divided. What can the Church force more? That Fortune may not know an accident Either of joy, or sorrow, to divide Our fixed wishes. How can the Church build faster? We now are man, and wife, and 'tis the Church That must but echo this: Maid, stand a part, I now am blind. What's your conceit in this? I would have you lead your Fortune by the hand. Unto your marriage bed: (You speak in me this, for we now are one) We'll only lie, and talk together, and plot T'appease my humorous kindred; and if you please (Like the old tale, in Alexander and Lodowick) Lay a naked sword between us, keep us chaste: Oh, let me shroud my blushes in your bosom, Since 'tis the treasury of all my secrets. Whether the spirit of greatness, or of woman Reign most in her, I know not, but it shows A fearful madness, I owe her much of pity. You say you would fain be taken, for an eminent courtier? 'Tis the very main of my ambition. Let me see, you have a reasonable good face for't already, And your nightcap expresses your ears sufficient largely, I would have you learn to twirl the strings of your band with a Good grace; and in a set speech, (at th'end of every sentence,) To hum, three, or four times, or blow your nose (till it smart again,) To recover your memory, when you come to be a precedent in Criminal causes, if you smile upon a prisoner, hang him, but if You frown upon him, and threaten him, let him be sure to scape The Gallows. I would be a very merry precedent, Do not sup a-nights, 'twill beget you an admirable wit. Rather it would make me have a good stomach to quarrel, For they say, you roaring-boys eat meat seldom, And that makes them so valiant: But how shall I know whether the people take me For an eminent fellow. I will teach a trick to know it, Give out you lie a dying, and if you Hear the common people curse you, Be sure you are taken for one of the prime nightcaps, You come from painting now? From what? Why, from your scurvy face-physic, To behold thee not painted inclines somewhat near A miracle: These in thy face here, were deep ruts, And foul sloughs the last progress: There was a Lady in France, that having had the small pocks, Flayed the skin off her face, to make it more level; And whereas before she looked like a Nutmeg-grater, After she resembled an abortive hedgehog. Do you call this painting? No, no but you call careening of an old Morphewed Lady, to make her disembogue again, There's roughcast phrase to your plastic. It seems you are well acquainted with my closet?
Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 858 · TCP A14872 · DEEP 714
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 551–613 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 47 in this edition
Length
498 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.743 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Quickning, and make The like soft Musique. That we may imitate the louing Palmes (Best Embleme of a peacefull marriage) That neu'r bore fruite deuided. VVhat can the Church force more? That Fortune may not know an accident Either of ioy, or sorrow, to deuide Our fixed wishes. How can the Church build faster? We now are man, and wife, and 'tis the Church That must but eccho this: Maid, stand a part, I now am blinde. What's your conceit in this? I would haue you leade your Fortune by the hand. Vnto your marriage bed: (You speake in me this, for we now are one) We'll onely lie, and talke together, and plot T'appease my humorous kindred; and if you please (Like the old tale, in Alexander and Lodewicke) Lay a naked sword betweene vs, keepe vs chast: Oh, let me shrowd my blushes in your bosome, Since 'tis the treasury of all my secrets. Whether the spirit of greatnes, or of woman Raigne most in her, I know not, but it shewes A fearefull madnes, I owe her much of pitty. You say you would faine be taken, for an eminent Courtice? 'Tis the very maine of my ambition. Let me see, you haue a reasonable good face for't already, And your night-cap expresses your eares sufficient largely, I would haue you learne to twirle the strings of your band with a Good grace; and in a set speech, (at th'end of euery sentence,) To hum, three, or foure times, or blow your nose (till it smart againe,) To recouer your memory, when you come to be a president in Criminall causes, if you smile vpon a prisoner, hang him, but if You frowne vpon him, and threaten him, let him be sure to scape The Gallowes. I would be a very merrie president, Do not sup a nights, 'twill beget you an admirable wit. Rather it would make me haue a good stomake to quarrel, For they say, you roaring-boyes eate meate seldome, And that makes them so valiant: But how shall I know whether the people take me For an eminent fellow. I will teach a tricke to know it, Giue out you lie a dying, and if you Heare the common people curse you, Be sure you are taken for one of the prime night-caps, You come from painting now? From what? Why, from your scuruy face-physicke, To behold thee not painted enclines somewhat neere A miracle: These in thy face here, were deepe rutts, And foule sloughes the last progresse: There was a Lady in France, that hauing had the small pockes, Flead the skinne off her face, to make it more leuell; And whereas before she look'd like a Nutmeg-grater, After she resembled an abortiue hedge-hog. Doe you call this painting? No, no but you call carreening of an old Morphew'd Lady, to make her disembogue againe, There's rough-cast phrase to your plastique. It seemes you are well acquainted with my closset?