Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.84 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Will you then confirm, That love, and jealousy, though of different natures, Must of necessity be twins? the younger, Created only to defeat the elder, And spoil him of his Birthright: 'tis not well. But being to part, I will not chide, I will not, Nor with one syllable, or tear express, How deeply I am wounded with the arrows Of your distrust: but when that you shall hear At your return, how I have borne myself, And what an austere penance I take on me, To satisfy your doubts: when like a Vestal I show you to your shame, the fire still burning, Committed to my charge by true affection, The people joining with you in the wonder. When by the glorious splendour of my sufferings, The prying eyes of jealousy are struck blind, The Monster too that feeds on fears, e'en starved For want of seeming matter to accuse me, Expect Leosthenes, a sharp reproof From my just anger. What will you do? Obey me, Or from this minute you are a stranger to me. And do it without reply: all seeing Sun, Thou witness of my innocence, thus I close Mine eyes against thy comfortable light, Till the return of this distrustful man. Now bind 'em sure, nay do't, if uncompelled. I lose this knot, until the hands that made it Be pleased to untie it, may consuming plagues Fall heavy on me, pray you guide me to your lips, This kiss, when you come back shall be a Virgin To bid you welcome: Nay, I have not done yet. I will continue dumb, and you once gone, No Accent shall come from me: now to my chamber, My Tomb, if you miscarry: there I'll spend My hours in silent mourning, and thus much Shall be reported of me to my glory, And you confess it, whither I live or die, My Chastity triumphs over your jealousy. You slave, you Dog, down Cur. Hold, good young Master, For pities sake. Now am I in my kingdom. Who says I am not valiant? I begin To frown again, quake villain. So I do, Sir, Your looks are Agues to me. Are they so Sir, 'Slight, if I had them at this bey, that flout me, And say I look like a sheep, and an Ass, I would make 'em Feel, that I am a Lion. Do not roar, Sir, As you are a valiant beast: but do you know Why you use me thus? I'll beat thee a little more, Then study for a reason, O I have it, One broke a jest on me, and then I swore Because I durst not strike him, when I came home That I would break thy head. Plague on his mirth, I am sure I mourn for't. Remember too, I charge you To teach my Horse good manners; yet this morning, As I rode to take the air, th'untutored jade Threw me, and kicked me. I thank him for't. What's that?
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Length
501 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.844 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T26 · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Will you then confirme, That loue, and iealousie, though of different natures, Must of necessity be twins? the younger, Created onely to defeate the elder, And spoyle him of his Birth-right: 'tis not well. But being to part, I will not chide, I will not, Nor with one sillable, or teare expresse, How deeply I am wounded with the arrowes Of your distrust: but when that you shall heare At your returne, how I haue borne my selfe, And what an auftere penance I take on me, To satisfie your doubts: when like a Vestall I shew you to your shame, the fire still burning, Committed to my charge by true affection, The people ioyning with you in the wonder. When by the glorious splendor of my suffrings, The prying eies of iealousie are strucke blinde, The Monster too that feeds on feares, eu'n staru'd For want of seeming matter to accuse me, Expect Leosthenes, a sharpe reproofe From my iust anger. What will you doe? Obey mee, Or from this minute you are a stranger to me. And doe it without reply: all seeing Sunne, Thou witnesse of my innocence, thus I close Mine eies against thy comfortable light, Till the returne of this distrustfull man. Now binde 'em sure, nay doo't, if vncompeld. I loose this knot, vntill the hands that made it Be pleas'd to vntie it, may consuming plagues Fall heauy on me, pray you guide me to your lips, This kisse, when you come backe shall be a Virgin To bid you welcome: Nay, I haue not done yet. I will continue dumbe, and you once gone, No Accent shall come from me: now to my chamber, My Tombe, if you miscarry: there I'le spend My houres in silent mourning, and thus much Shall be reported of me to my glory, And you confesse it, whither I liue or die, My Chastity triumphs ouer your iealousie. You slaue, you Dogge, downe Curre. Hold, good young Master, For pitties sake. Now am I in my kingdome. Who saies I am not valiant? I begin To frowne againe, quake villaine. So I doe, Sir, Your lookes are Agues to me. Are they so Sir, 'Slight, if I had them at this bey, that flout me, And say I looke like a sheepe, and an Asse, I would make 'em Feele, that I am a Lyon. Doe not rore, Sir, As you are a valiant beast: but doe you know Why you vse me thus? I'le beat thee a little more, Then study for a reason, O I haue it, One brake a iest on me, and then I swore Because I durst not strike him, when I came home That I would breake thy head. Plague on his mirth, I am sure I mourne for't. Remember too, I charge you To teach my Horse good manners; yet this morning, As I rode to take the ayre, th'untutor'd Iade Threw me, and kic'kd me. I thanke him for't. What's that?