Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Have patience sir, oh let it not be so, Herein you war against your reputation, And draw within the compass of suspect Th' unviolated honour of your wife. Once this your long experience of your wisdom, Her sober virtue, years, and modesty, Plead on your part some cause to you unknown; And doubt not sir, but she will well excuse Why at this time the doors are made against you. Be ruled by me, depart in patience, And let us to the Tiger all to dinner, And about evening come yourself alone, To know the reason of this strange restraint: If by strong hand you offer to break in Now in the stirring passage of the day, A vulgar comment will be made of it; And that supposed by the common rout Against your yet vngalled estimation, That may with foul intrusion enter in, And dwell upon your grave when you are dead; For slander lives upon succession; For ever housed, where it gets possession. You have prevailed, I will departed in quiet, And in despite of mirth mean to be merry: I know a wench of excellent discourse, Pretty and witty; wild, and yet too gentle; There will we dine: this woman that I mean My wife (but I protest without desert) Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal: To her will we to dinner, get you home And fetch the chain, by this I know 'tis made, Bring it I pray you to the Porpentine, For there's the house: That chain will I bestow (Be it for nothing but to spite my wife) Upon mine hostess there, good sir make haste: Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me. I'll meet you at that place some hour hence. Do so, this jest shall cost me some expense. And may it be that you have quite forgot A husband's office? shall Antipholus Even in the spring of Love, thy Love-springs rot? Shall love in buildings grow so ruinated? If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then for her wealths-sake use her with more kindness: Or if you like elsewhere do it by stealth, Muffle your false love with some show of blindness: Let not my sister read it in your eye: Be not thy tongue thy own shames Orator: Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty: Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger: Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted, Teach sin the carriage of a holy Saint, Be secret false: what need she be acquainted? What simple thief brags of his own attain? 'Tis double wrong to truant with your bed, And let her read it in thy looks at board: Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed, Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word: Alas poor women, make us not believe (Being compact of credit) that you love us, Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve: We in your motion turn, and you may move us. Then gentle brother get you in again; Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wise; 'Tis holy sport to be a little vain, When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife.
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Haue patience ſir, oh let it not be ſo, Heerein you warre againſt your reputation, And draw within the compaſſe of ſuſpect Th' vnuiolated honor of your wife. Once this your long experience of your wiſedome, Her ſober vertue, yeares, and modeſtie, Plead on your part ſome cauſe to you vnknowne; And doubt not ſir, but ſhe will well excuſe Why at this time the dores are made againſt you. Be rul'd by me, depart in patience, And let vs to the Tyger all to dinner, And about euening come your ſelfe alone, To know the reaſon of this ſtrange reſtraint: If by ſtrong hand you offer to breake in Now in the ſtirring paſſage of the day, A vulgar comment will be made of it; And that ſuppoſed by the common rowt Againſt your yet vngalled eſtimation, That may with foule intruſion enter in, And dwell vpon your graue when you are dead; For ſlander liues vpon ſucceſſion; For euer hows'd, where it gets poſſeſſion. You haue preuail'd, I will depart in quiet, And in deſpight of mirth meane to be merrie: I know a wench of excellent diſcourſe, Prettie and wittie; wilde, and yet too gentle; There will we dine: this woman that I meane My wife (but I proteſt without deſert) Hath oftentimes vpbraided me withall: To her will we to dinner, get you home And fetch the chaine, by this I know 'tis made, Bring it I pray you to the Porpentine, For there's the houſe: That chaine will I beſtow (Be it for nothing but to ſpight my wife) Vpon mine hoſteſſe there, good ſir make hafte▪ Since mine owne doores refuſe to entertaine me, Ile knocke elſe-where, to ſee if they'll diſdaine me. Ile meet you at that place ſome houre hence. Do ſo, this ieſt ſhall coſt me ſome expence. And may it be that you haue quite forgot A husbands office? ſhall Antipholus Euen in the ſpring of Loue, thy Loue-ſprings rot? Shall loue in buildings grow ſo ruinate? If you did wed my ſiſter for her wealth, Then for her wealths-ſake vſe her with more kindneſſe: Or if you like elſe-where doe it by ſtealth, Muffle your falſe loue with ſome ſhew of blindneſſe: Let not my ſiſter read it in your eye: Be not thy tongue thy owne ſhames Orator: Looke ſweet, ſpeake faire, become diſloyaltie: Apparell vice like vertues harbenger: Beare a faire preſence, though your heart be tainted, Teach ſinne the carriage of a holy Saint, Be ſecret falſe: what need ſhe be acquainted? What ſimple thiefe brags of his owne attaine? 'Tis double wrong to truant with your bed, And let her read it in thy lookes at boord: Shame hath a baſtard fame, well managed, Ill deeds is doubled with an euill word: Alas poore women, make vs not beleeue (Being compact of credit) that you loue vs, Though others haue the arme, ſhew vs the ſleeue: We in your motion turne, and you may moue vs. Then gentle brother get you in againe; Comfort my ſiſter, cheere her, call her wiſe; 'Tis holy ſport to be a little vaine, When the ſweet breath of flatterie conquers ſtrife.