Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Of mine honesty gentle woman, I would be glad? You to serve but for clothes, to put on my back. A way with these rages, from me the shall pack. What think you scorn, me your servant to make, 'a neither will have me, if you me forsake. perhaps you all marvel, of this sudden mutation, How seen I was down, from so high a degree: To satisfy your minds, I will use a persuasion. This one thing you know, that on called amity, Is unto me revenge most contrary. And we twain to gather, could not abide, Which caused me so soon, from high state to slide. Horestes and his uncle, King Menelaus, Is made such sure friends, without peradventure, Through the policy, of old Idumeus? That as, far as I can see, it is to hard to enter, Ye and thates worse, when I sought to venture. I was driven without comfort, away from their gate, I was glad to be packing, for fear of my pate. Yet before I went, my fancy to please, The marriage celebrated, at the church I did see, Willing I was, them all to disease: But I durst not be so bold, for master Amity. Sot by Menelaus, and bore him company, On the other side Dewtey with Horestes bower sway. So that I could not enter, by no kind of way? Well sith from them both, I am banished so, I will seek a new master, if I can him find: Yet I am in good comfort, for this well I know, That the most part of women, to me be full kind, If they say ne'er a word, yet I know their mind. If they have not all things, when they do desire, They will be revenged, or else lie in the mire. Nay I know their qualities, the less is my care, As well as they do know, revenge's operation, Ye fall to it good wives, and do them not spare. Nay I'll help you forward, if you lack but persuasion. What man a most is free, from invasion. For as plainly Socrates declareth unto us, Women for the most part, are borne malicious. Perhaps you will say, many on that I lie, And other some I am sure, also will take my part: Not withstanding what I have said, they will verify, ye and do it I wis, in spite of thy heart. If therefore thou will live quietly, after their desert? Reward then so shalt, thou bridle their affection, And unto they will, shall have them in subjection. In Athenes dwelled Socrates, the philosopher divine, Who had a wife named Xanthippe, both devilish and ill: Which twain being fallen out, upon a time, Perhaps cause Xanthippe, could not have her will. He went out of doors, sitting there still. She crowned him with a pisspot, and their he Was wet to the skin, most pitiful to see. I pray god that such dames, be not in this place,
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Of myne honeſtye gentle woman, I would be glad? You to ſarue but for clothes, to put on my backe. A waye with theſe rages, from me the ſhall packe. What thinke you ſcorne, me your ſeruaunt to make, A nother wyll haue me, yf you me for ſake. Parhappes you all meruayll, of this ſodayne mutation, How ſene I was downe, from ſo hye a degre: To ſatiſfye your myndes, I wyl yuſe a perſwation. This one thinge you knowe, that on caulyd amyte, Is vnto me reuenge moſt contrarey. And we twayne to geather, could not abyde, Whych cauſyd me ſo ſone, from hye ſtate to ſlyde. Horeſtes and his ounckell, Kynge Menalaus, Is made ſuch ſure frendes, without paraduenture, Through the pollycye, of olde Idumeus? That as, far as I can ſe, it is to hard to enter, Ye and thates worſſe, when I ſought to venture. I was dryuen with out comfort, awaye from their gate, I was glad to be packinge, for feare of my pate. Yet befor I went, my fancey to pleaſe, The maryage ſelebratyd, at the church I dyd ſe, Wyllinge I was, them all to dyſeaſe: But I durſt not be ſo bold, for maſter Amyte. Sot by Menalaus, and bore him companye, On the other ſyde Dewtey with Horeſtes boure ſwaye. So that I could not enter, by no kynde of waye? Well ſyeth from them both, I am bannyſhyd ſo, I wyll ſeke a new maſter, yf I can him finde: Yet I am in good comfort, for this well I knowe, That the moſt parte of wemen, to me be full kynde, Yf they ſaye near a worde, yet I knowe their mynde. Yf they haue not all thinges, when they do deſiare, They wyll be reuengyd, or elles lye in the myare. Nay I knowe their quallytes, the leſſe is my care, As well as they do knowe, Reuengys operation, Ye faull to it good wyues, and do them not ſpare. Nay Ille helpe you forward, yf you lacke but perſwacion. What man a moſte is frée, from inuaſion. For as playnely Socrates declareth vnto vs, Wemen for the moſt part, are borne malitious. Perhappes you wyll ſaye, maney on that I lye, And other ſume I am ſure, alſo wyll take my parte: Not withſtandinge what I haue ſayde, they wyll veryfye, ye and do it I wys, in ſpyght of thy hart. Yf therefore thou wyll lyue quyetlye, after their deſart? Reward then ſo ſhault, thou brydell their affection, And vnto they wyll, ſhall haue them in ſubiection. In Athenes dwellyd Socrates, the phylloſopher dyuine, Who had a wyfe namyd Exantyp, both deuelyſhe and yll: Which twayne beenge faulne out, vppon a tyme, Perhappe cauſe Exantyp, could not haue her wyll. He went out of dores, ſyttinge there ſtyll. She cround him with a pyſpot, and their he Was wet to the ſkynne, moſte pytifull to ſe. I praye god that ſuch dames, be not in this place,