Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
You conceal, still, The owner of these excellencies. 'Tis Marullo, My Father's Bondman. Ha, ha, ha! Why do you laugh? To hear the labouring mountain of your praise Delivered of a Mouse. The man deserves not This scorn, I can assure you. Do you call, What was his duty, merit? Yes, and place it, As high in my esteem, as all the honours Descended from your Ancestors, or the glory, Which you may call your own, got in this action; In which I must confess you have done nobly, And I could add; As I desired; but that I fear, 'twould make you proud. Why Lady, can you Be won to give allowance, that your slave Should dare to love you? The Immortal gods Accept the meanest Altars, that are raised By pure devotions; and sometimes prefer An ounce of Frankincense, honey, or milk, Before whole Hecatombs, or Sabaean Gums Offered in ostentation. Are you sick Of your old disease? I'll fit you. You seem moved. Zealous, I grant, in the defence of virtue. Why, good Leosthenes, though I endured, A penance for you sake, above example, I have not so far sold myself, I take it, To be at your devotion, but I may Cherish desert in others, where I find it. How would you tyrannize, if you stood possessed of That, which is only yours in expectation? That now prescribe such hard conditions to me? One kiss, and I am silenced. I vouchsafe it; Yet, I must tell you, 'tis a favour, that Marullo, when I was his, not mine own, Durst not presume to ask; No, when the City Bowed humbly to licentious Rapes, and lust. And when I was of men and gods forsaken, Delivered to his power, he did not press me To grace him with one look or syllable. Or urged the dispensation of an oath Made for your satisfaction; The poor wretch Having related only his own sufferings, And kissed my hand, which I could not deny him, Defending me from others, never since Solicited my favours. Pray you, end, The story does not please me. Well, take heed Of doubts, and fears; For know, Leosthenes, A greater injury cannot be offered To innocent chastity, then unjust suspicion. I love Marullo's fair mind, not his person, Let that secure you. And I here command you, If I have any power in you, to stand Between him and all punishment, and oppose His temperance to his folly; If you fail— No more, I will not threaten. What a bridge Of glass I walk upon, over a River Of certain ruin: mine own weighty fears Cracking what should support me: And those helps, Which confidence lends to others, are from me Ravished by doubts, and wilful jealousy. But are you sure we are safe?
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You conceale, still, The owner of these excellencies. 'Tis Marullo, My Fathers Bond-man. Ha, ha, ha! Why doe you laugh? To heare the labouring mountaine of your praise Deliuer'd of a Mouse. The man deserues not This scorne, I can assure you. Doe you call, What was his dutie, merit? Yes, and place it, As high in my esteeme, as all the honours Descended from your Auncestors, or the glory, Which you may call your owne, got in this action; In which I must confesse you haue done nobly, And I could adde; As I desir'd; but that I feare, 'twould make you proud. Why Lady, can you Be wonne to giue allowance, that your slaue Should dare to loue you? The Immortall gods Accept the meanest Altars, that are rais'd By pure deuotions; and sometimes preferre An ounce of Frankinsence, hony, or milke, Before whole Hecatombes, or Sabaean Gums Offer'd in ostentation. Are you sicke Of your old disease? I'le fit you. You seeme mou'd. Zealous, I grant, in the defence of vertue. Why, good Leosthenes, though I endur'd, A penance for you sake, aboue example, I haue not so farre sold my selfe, I take it, To be at your deuotion, but I may Cherish desert in others, where I finde it. How would you tyranize, if you stood possess'd of That, which is only yours in expectation? That now prescribe such hard conditions to me? One kisse, and I am silenc'd. I vouchsafe it; Yet, I must tell you, 'tis a fauour, that Marullo, when I was his, not mine owne, Durst not presume to aske; No, when the Citie Bow'd humbly to licentious Rapes, and lust. And when I was of men and gods forsaken, Deliuer'd to his power, he did not presse me To grace him with one looke or sillable. Or vrg'd the dispensation of an oath Made for your satisfaction; The poore wretch Hauing related only his owne suffrings, And kiss'd my hand, which I could not denie him, Defending me from others, neuer since Solicited my fauours. Pray you, end, The story does not please me. Well, take heed Of doubts, and feares; For know, Leosthenes, A greater iniury cannot be offer'd To innocent chastity, then vniust suspition. I loue Marulloes faire minde, not his person, Let that secure you. And I here command you, If I haue any power in you, to stand Betweene him and all punishment, and oppose His temperance to his folly; If you faile — No more, I will not threaten. What a bridge Of glasse I walke vpon, ouer a Riuer Of certaine ruine: mine owne waightie feares Cracking what should support me: And those helpes, Which confidence lends to others, are from me Rauish'd by doubts, and wilfull Iealousie. But are you sure we are safe?