Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
'Twas but my jealousy, forgive me (sweetness) Yours is the house of meekness, and no venom lives Under that roof, be nearer; why so fearful? nearer the Altar the more safe and sacred. But nearer the offerors oft more wicked. A plain and most insufferable contempt, My glory I have lost upon this woman, In freely offering that she should have kneeled A year in vain for: my respect is darkened, Give me my reverence again thou hast robbed me off In thy repulse, thou shalt not carry it hence. (Sir.) Thou'rt too great a winner to depart; And I too deep a looser to give way to't. Oh Heaven! Lay me down reputation, Before thou stir'st thy nice Virginity Is recompense too little for my love. 'Tis well if I accept of that for both, Thy loss is but thine own, there's art to help thee, And fools to pass thee to; in my discovery The whole society suffers and in that, The hope of absolute Monarchy eclipsed, Assurance thou canst make me none for thy secrecy, But by thy honour's loss, that act must awe thee. Oh my distressed condition. Dost weep? If thou hadst any pity, this necessity Would wring it from thee, I must else destroy thee: We must not trust the policy of Europe, Upon a woman's tongue. Then take my life (Sir) And leave my honour for to guide me to Heaven. Take heed I take not both which I have vowed Since, if longer thou resist. Help, oh help. Art thou so cruel for an honour's babble: To undo a whole fraternity, and disperse The secrets of most nations locked in us? For Heaven and virtue's sake Must force confound noise? Hah, what's that? silence (if fair worth be in thee) I'll venture my escape on all dangers now, Who comes to take me, let me see that pawns face, Or his proud tympanous Mas-well with state wind, Which being once pricked in the Convocation house, The corrupt air puffs out, and he falls shrivelled. I will discover the Arch-hypocrite, To all the kindreds of the earth. Confusion in that voice, Rings the alarum of my undoing, How, which way scaped she from me? Are you mad? Can lust infatuate a man so hopeful? No patience in your blood: the dogstar reigns sure, Time, and fire temper would have wrought her Pliant: I spied a Pawn of the white House walk near us, And made that noise of purpose to give warrant For mine own turn: which ends in all I work for. Methinks I stand over a powder vault, And the match now a kindling: what's to be done? 'Tis his own case, he will defend you mainly, And happily here he comes with the black Knight too. Oh you made noble work for the white house This act will fill the adversary's mouth, And blow the Lutherans' cheeks, tilt crack again. This will advance the state Monarchal business In all parts well, and help the agents forward, Which I have seven years laboured to accomplish. One minute sets back by some codpiece college still.
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'Twas but my iealouſie, forgiue me (ſweetnes) Yours is the houſe of meekneſſe, and no veonome liues Vnder that roofe, be neerer; why ſo fearefull? Neerer the Altar the more ſafe and ſacred. But neerer the offerors oft more wicked. A plaine and moſt inſufferable contempt, My glory I haue loſt vppon this woman, In freely offering that ſhe ſhould haue kneel'd A yeare in vaine for: my reſpect is darkned, Giue me my reuerence agen thou haſt rob'd me off In thy repulſe, thou ſhalt not carry it hence. (Sir.) Thou'rt too great a winner to depart; And I too deepe a looſer to giue way to't. Oh Heauen! Lay me downe reputation, Before thou ſturſt thy nice Virginity Is recompence too little for my loue. 'Tis well if I accept of that for both, Thy loſſe is but thine owne, there's arte to helpe thee, And fooles to paſſe thee to; in my diſcouery The whole ſociety ſuffers and in that, The hope of abſolute Monarchy eclipſt, Aſſurance thou canſt make me none for thy ſecrecy, But by thy honors loſſe, that act muſt awe thee. Oh my diftreſt condition. Doſt weepe? If thou hadſt any pitty, this neceſſity Would wring it from thee, I muſt elſe deſtroy thee: We muſt not tuſt the policy of Europe, Vppon a womans tongue. Then take my life (Sir) And leaue my honor for to guide me to Heauen. Take heede I take not both which I haue vowed Since, if longer thou reſiſt. Helpe, oh helpe. Art thou ſo cruell for an honors bable: To vndo a whole fraternity, and diſperse The ſecrets of moſt nations lock't in vs? For Heauen and vertues ſake Muſt force confound noyſe? Hah, what's that? ſilence (if faire worth be in thee) Ile venture my eſcape on all dangers now, Who comes to take me, let me ſee that pawnes face, Or his proud tympanous Maſ-well with ſtate winde, Which being once prickt in the Convocation houſe, The corrupt ayre puffes out, and he falls ſhriueld. I will diſcouer the Arch-hypocrite, To all the kinreds of the earth. Confuſion in that voyce, Rings the alarum of my vndooing, How, which way ſcapt ſhe from me? Are you mad? Can luſt infatuate a man ſo hopefull? No patience in your blood: the dog-ſtarre raines ſure, Time, and fire temper would haue wrought her Pliant: I ſpi'd a Pawne of the white Houſe walke neere vs, And made that noyſe of purpoſe to giue warrant For mine owne turne: which ends in all I worke for. Methinkes I ſtand ouer a powder vault, And the match now a kindling: what's to be done? 'Tis his owne caſe, he will defend you mainely, And happily here he comes with the black Knight too. Oh you made noble worke for the white houſe This act will fill the aduerſaryes mouth, And blow the Luthrens cheeks, tilt cracke agen. This will aduance the ſtate Monarchal buſineſſe In all parts well, and helpe the agents forward, Which I haue ſeauen yeares laboured to accompliſh. One minute ſets back by ſome cod-peece Coledge ſtil.