Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Why should their liberty than ours be more? Because their business still lies out adore. Look when I serve him so, he takes it thus. Oh, know he is the bridle of your will. There's none but asses will be bridled so. Why, headstrong liberty is lashed with woe: There's nothing situate under heauens eye, But hath his bound in earth, in sea, in sky. The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls Are their males subjects, and at their controls: Man more divine, the Master of all these, Lord of the wide world, and wild watery seas, Endued with intellectual sense and souls, Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Are masters to their females, and their Lords: Then let your will attend on their accords. This servitude makes you to keep unwed. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed. But were you wedded, you would bear some sway Ere I learned love; I'll practise to obey. How if your husband start some other where? Till he come home again, I would for bear. Patience unmoved, no marvel though she pause, They can be meek, that have no other cause: A wretched soul bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry. But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain: So thou that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee, With urging helpless patience would relieve me; But if thou live to see like right bereft, This foole-beged patience in thee will be left. Well, I will marry one day but to try: here comes your man, now is your husband nigh. Say, is your tardy master now at hand? Nay, he's at too hands with me, and that my two ears can witness. Say, didst thou speak with him? know'st thou his mind? I, I, he told his mind upon mine ear, Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it. Spoke he so doubtfully, thou couldst not feel his meaning. Nay, he strooke so plainly, I could too well feel his blows; and withal so doubtfully, that I could scarce understand them. But say, I prithee, is he coming home? It seems he hath great care to please his wife. Why Mistress, sure my Master is horn mad. Horn mad, thou villain? I mean not Cuckold mad, But sure he is stark mad: When I desired him to come home to dinner, He asked me for a hundred marks in gold: 'Tis dinner time, quoth I: my gold, quoth he: Your meat doth burn, quoth I: my gold quoth he: Will you come, quoth I: my gold, quoth he; Where is the thousand marks I gave thee villain? The Pig quoth I, is burned: my gold, quoth he: My mistress, sir, quoth I: hang up thy Mistress: I know not thy mistress, out on thy mistress. Quoth who?
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Why ſhould their libertie then ours be more? Becauſe their buſineſſe ſtill lies out adore. Looke when I ſerue him ſo, he takes it thus. Oh, know he is the bridle of your will. There's none but aſſes will be bridled ſo. Why, headſtrong liberty is laſht wih woe: There's nothing ſituate vnder ens eye, But hath his bound in earth, in ea, in skie. The beaſts, the fiſhes, and the winged fowles Are their males ſubiects, and at her controules: Man more diuine, the Maſter of all theſe, Lord of the wide world, and wilde watry ſeas, Indued with intellectual ſence and ſoules, Of more preheminence then fiſh and fowles, Are maſters to their females, and their Lords: Then let your will attend on their accords. This ſeruitude makes you to keepe vnwed. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed. But were you wedded, you wold bear ſome ſway Ere I learned loue; Ile practiſe to obey. How if your husband ſtart ſome other where? Till he come home againe, I would for beare. Patience vnmou'd, no maruel though ſhe pauſe, They can be meeke, that haue no other cauſe: A wretched ſoule bruis'd with aduerſitie, We bid be quiet when we heare it crie. But were we burdned with like waight of paine, As much, or more, we ſhould our ſelues complaine: So thou that haſt no vnkinde mate to greeue thee, With vrging helpeleſſe patience would releeue me; But if thou liue to ſee like right bereft, This foole-beg'd patience in thee will be left. Well, I will marry one day but to trie: Heere comes your man, now is your husband nie. Say, is your tardie maſter now at hand? Nay, hee's at too hands with mee, and that my two eares can witneſſe. Say, didſt thou ſpeake with him? knowſt thou his minde? I, I, he told his minde vpon mine eare, Beſhrew his hand, I ſcarce could vnderſtand it. Spake hee ſo doubtfully, thou couldſt not feele his meaning. Nay, hee ſtrooke ſo plainly, I could too well feele his blowes; and withall ſo doubtfully, that I could ſcarce vnderſtand them. But ſay, I prethee, is he comming home? It ſeemes he hath great care to pleaſe his wife. Why Miſtreſſe, ſure my Maſter is horne mad. Horne mad, thou villaine? I meane not Cuckold mad, But ſure he is ſtarke mad: When I deſir'd him to come home to dinner, He ask'd me for a hundred markes in gold: 'Tis dinner time▪ quoth I: my gold, quoth he: Your meat doth burne, quoth I: my gold quoth he: Will you come, quoth I: my gold, quoth he; Where is the thouſand markes I gaue thee villaine? The Pigge quoth I, is burn'd: my gold, quoth he: My miſtreſſe, ſir, quoth I: hang vp thy Miſtreſſe: I know not thy miſtreſſe, out on thy miſtreſſe. Quoth who?