Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Virginity being blown down, Man will quicklier be blown up: marry in blowing him down again, with the breach yourselves made, you lose your City. It is not politic, in the Commonwealth of Nature, to preserve virginity. Loss of Virginity, is rational increase, and there was never Virgin go, till virginity was first lost. That you were made of, is metal to make Virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost: 'tis too cold a companion: Away with't. I will stand for't a little, though therefore I die a Virgin. There's little can be said in't, 'tis against the rule of Nature. To speak on the part of virginity, is to accuse your Mothers; which is most infallible disobedience. He that hangs himself is a Virgin: Virginity murders itself, and should be buried in highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate Offendresse against Nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a Cheese, consumes itself to the very pairing, and so dies with feeding his own stomach. Besides, Virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the Cannon. Keep it not, you cannot choose but lose by't. Out with't: within ten year it will make itself two, which is a goodly increase, and the principal itself not much the worse. Away with't. How might one do sir, to lose it to her own liking? Let me see. Marry ill, to like him that ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with lying: The longer kept, the less worth: Off with't while 'tis vendible. Answer the time of request, Virginity like an old Courtier, wears her cap out of fashion, richly suited, but unsuitable, just like the brooch & the toothpick, which were not now: your Date is better in your Pie and your Porridge, then in your cheek: and your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily, marry 'tis a withered pear: it was formerly better, marry yet 'tis a withered pear: Will you any thing with it? Not my virginity yet: There shall your Master have a thousand loves, A Mother, and a Mistress, and a friend, A Phoenix, Captain, and an enemy, A guide, a Goddess, and a Sovereign, A Counsellor, a Traitoresse, and a Dear: His humble ambition, proud humility: His jarring, concord: and his discord, dulcet: His faith, his sweet disaster: with a world Of pretty fond adoptious christendomes That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he: I know not what he shall, God send him well, The Courts a learning place, and he is one. What one i'faith? That I wish well, 'tis pity. What's pity?
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Virginity beeing blowne downe, Man will quicklier be blowne vp: marry in blowing him downe againe, with the breach your ſelues made, you loſe your Citty. It is not politicke, in the Common-wealth of Nature, to preſerue virginity. Loſſe of Virginitie, is rationall encreaſe, and there was neuer Virgin goe, till virginitie was firſt loſt. That you were made of, is mettall to make Virgins. Virginitie, by beeing once loſt, may be ten times found: by being euer kept, it is euer loſt: 'tis too cold a companion: Away with't. I will ſtand for't a little, though therefore I die a Virgin. There's little can bee ſaide in't, 'tis againſt the rule of Nature. To ſpeake on the part of virginitie, is to accuſe your Mothers; which is moſt infallible diſobedience. He that hangs himſelfe is a Virgin: Virginitie murthers it ſelfe, and ſhould be buried in highwayes out of all ſanctified limit, as a deſperate Offendreſſe againſt Nature. Virginitie breedes mites, much like a Cheeſe, conſumes it ſelfe to the very payring, and ſo dies with feeding his owne ſtomacke. Beſides, Virginitie is peeuiſh, proud, ydle, made of ſelfe-loue, which is the moſt inhibited ſinne in the Cannon. Keepe it not, you cannot chooſe but looſe by't. Out with't: within ten yeare it will make it ſelfe two, which is a goodly increaſe, and the principall it ſelfe not much the worſe. Away with't. How might one do ſir, to looſe it to her owne liking? Let mee ſee. Marry ill, to like him that ne're it likes. 'Tis a commodity wil loſe the gloſſe with lying: The longer kept, the leſſe worth: Off with't while 'tis vendible. Anſwer the time of requeſt, Virginitie like an olde Courtier, weares her cap out of faſhion, richly ſuted, but vnſuteable, iuſt like the brooch & the toothpick, which were not now: your Date is better in your Pye and your Porredge, then in your cheeke: and your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French wither'd peares, it lookes ill, it eates drily, marry 'tis a wither'd peare: it was formerly better, marry yet 'tis a wither'd peare: Will you any thing with it? Not my virginity yet: There ſhall your Maſter haue a thouſand loues, A Mother, and a Miſtreſſe, and a friend, A Phenix, Captaine, and an enemy▪ A guide, a Goddeſſe, and a Soueraigne, A Counſellor, a Traitoreſſe, and a Deare: His humble ambition, proud humility: His iarring, concord: and his diſcord, dulcet: His faith, his ſweet diſaſter: with a world Of pretty fond adoptious chriſtendomes That blinking Cupid goſſips. Now ſhall he: I know not what he ſhall, God ſend him well, The Courts a learning place, and he is one. What one ifaith? That I wiſh well, 'tis pitty. What's pitty?