Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Hear Altamont! For I will give solemnity unto A vow, that shall for evermore, divide Thee from my bed— Dear Madam hold! Each sense Of mine doth blush, that can perceive, your wild, Rebellious wrath. Hath not the Church named him Your husband, and your Lord? M'opinions of The Church, I'll tell toth' Conclave, not to you— Is this the help, Divinity gave man? Snuff the Moon, she burns dim. The Spheres are now Ill tuned, and aged nature backward reels. Thy anger's vain. Here I do banish thee My bed: And we will never more embrace. Rebellious fiend. I now divide my house: This side is mine, with the dimensions that Dependence have on this square frame: for here My family and I will rule. That side You, and your meager ragged train possess. Thou mayst henceforth my neighbour, but no more My husband be. Charintha, come away— I must pursue, lest she her anger make Too loud, so we invite the public scorn. Is not thy brother's wife a pure tame hen? How dost thou like her noise? Were she but mine, I'd teach her keep a noise too after death. How so? I'd strip her skin o'er her ears and Make a drum on't. She was borne in a storm! And begot sure with the Boatswain's whistle. Mervolle, you have named Charintha, As a precious Virgin, of nature most Remiss, a quiet tongue, and such a heart, As might become an able sacrifice, T'expiate the whole world? This I esteemed My justice on her merits, but it seems Her sister's documents over rule her now. Her dowry is of ample rate, and may Deserve the chief of our Italian youth. What's Dandalo, that sues to her for love? Dandalo, the Count of Milan? A thing Composed of spicery and starch! Nature Contrived him in her sleep. If's ignorance Might answer for his sins; he would account Amongst his wealth, the land he has in Heaven. I heard you say, she never saw him yet. Never Sir: He woos her by his letters. She desiring a personal survey Ere prosecution of the suit, he sent Her word, he'd make's address by stealth; but we Expect him not ere th'birth of the next Moon. Will his arrival be so long delayed?— Brother!— How thrives your patience o'er your wife? Some Philosophic hope remains: the storm Can't last, because 'tis still more violent. Sh'ath ta'en caroche for the Palace, and means strait to disgrace me to the Duke By her complaints. Her veins o'erflow with Gall! Florello, I desire thou'lt not appear Before her eye, until thy habit's changed. My present power sums but a thousand crowns, Which I have brought, and prostrate to thy use— Sir it is fit your blessings were increased; And that your wife had read your worth. My Art betrays my hopes, or I have found A remedy to cure her pride: your help Mervolle, I must crave, and with swift speed:
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Heare Altamont! For I will giue ſolemnitie vnto A vow, that ſhall for euermore, diuide Thee from my bed— Deare Madam hold! Each ſence Of mine doth bluſh, that can perceiue, your wild, Rebellious wrath. Hath not the Church nam'd him Your husband, and your Lord? M'opinions of The Church, I'le tell to'th Conclaue, not to you— Is this the helpe, Diuinitie gaue man? Snuffe the Moone, ſhe burnes dimme. The Spheares are now Ill tun'd, and aged nature backward reeles. Thy anger's vaine. Heere I doe baniſh thee My bed: And we will neuer more embrace. Rebellious fiend. I now diuide my houſe: This ſide is mine, with the dimenſions that Dependance haue on this ſquare frame: for heere My familie and I will rule. That ſide You, and your meagre ragged traine poſſeſſe. Thou mayſt hencefoorth my neighbour, but no more My husband be. Charintha, come away— I muſt purſue, leſt ſhe her anger make Too lowd, ſo we inuite the publike ſcorne. Is not thy brothers wife a pure tame henne? How doſt thou like her noyſe? Were ſhe but mine, I'ld teach her keepe a noyſe too after death. How ſo? I'ld ſtrippe her skinne o're her eares and Make a drumme on't. She was borne in a ſtorme! And begot ſure with the Boeſwayns whiſtle. Meruolle, you haue nam'd Charintha, As a precious Virgine, of nature moſt Remiſſe, a quiet tongue, and ſuch a heart, As might become an able ſacrifice, T'expiate the whole world? This I eſteem'd My iuſtice on her merits, but it ſeemes Her Siſters documents ore rule her now. Her dowry is of ample rate, and may Deſerue the chiefe of our Italian youth. What's Dandalo, that ſues to her for loue? Dandalo, the Count of Millaine? A thing Copoſd of ſpicery and ſtarch! Nature Contriu'd him in her ſleepe. If's ignorance Might anſwere for his ſinnes; he would accompt Amongſt his wealth, the land he has in Heauen. I heard you ſay, ſhe neuer ſaw him yet. Neuer Sir: He wooes her by his letters. She deſiring a perſonall ſuruay Ere proſecution of the ſute, he ſent Her word, he'ld make's addreſſe by ſtealth; but we Expect him not ere'th'birth of the next Moon. Will his ariuall be ſo long delay'd?— Brother! — How thriues your patience ore your wife? Some Philoſophicke hope remaines: the ſtorme Can't laſt, becauſe 'tis ſtill more violent. Sh'ath tane Caroch for the Pallace, and meanes Straite to diſgrace me to the Duke By her complaints. Her vaines oreflow with Gall! Florello, I deſire thou'lt not appeare Before her eye, vntill thy habit's chang'd. My preſent power ſummes but a thouſand crownes, Which I haue brought, and proſtrate to thy vſe— Sir it is fit your bleſſings were encreaſd; And that your wife had read your worth. My Art betrayes my hopes, or I haue found A remedy to cure her pride: your helpe Meruolle, I muſt craue, and with ſwift ſpeed: