The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 13 of 38
Shirley, James · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Nov 3] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Your Wife my Lord, why you are married, What Shall become of her? Is she not sick? But are you sure she'll die? What a ridiculous question, do you make, if death won't take a fair course with her, are there not reasons enough in state think you, to behead her, or if that seem cruel, because I do not affect blood, but for very good ends, I can be divorced from her, and leave her rich in the Title of Lady Dowager. Upon what offence can you pretend a divorce? Because she is not fruitful, is not that a sin. Would your Lordship have her fruitful, and you ne'er lie with her. Have not I known a Lady, whose husband is an Eunuch, upon Record, mother to three or four children and no free conscience but commends her. But these things woe▪ not be easily perfect, unless You were Duke to enforce 'em. Is not my brother in the way? Sick already, and perhaps as fit for heaven, as an other, I know he cannot loue long▪ he's so well given, they never thrive, and then d'●… think ill keep such a Religious Court, in this corner lodge a covey of Capochins, who shall zealously pray for me without stockings, in that a nest of Carthusians, things which in fit turn to Otters, appear flesh, but really are fish, for that they feed on: no▪ no▪ give me a Court of flourishing pleasure where delight in all her shapes, and studied varieties, every minute courts the soul, to actuate her chief felicity. Do you never think of Hell? Faith I do, but it always makes me melancholy, and therefore as seldom as I can, my contemplation shall point thither, I am now in the spring of my life, winter will come on fast enough, when I am old, I will be as methodical an hypocrite, as any pair of lawn sleeves in Savoy. I dare not hear him longer, Madam release me. How now, whence come you, were you sick? At heart my Lord, to think of your unkindness. At heart? ile nere beleeue, without inspection, am I vnkind, goe to, there's not a friend in the whole world can wih you better, would you were Canonis'd a Saint, 'tis more then I wish my selfe yet, I doe not trouble thee much on earth, and thou wert in Heauen, I would not pray to thee, for feare of diturbing thy Serapicall deution. What sin have I committed Sir, deserves This distance? In Christian charity salute her. I would not have your ladyship too ventrous, The air is some what cold, and may endanger A weak body. There's an other duty, my Lord required from husband▪ My Madam would to rut, hath your honour, no pretty dapper Monkey, each morning to give you a heat in a dance, is not your Doctor gamesome. If the suspicion that I am unchaste— unchaste? by this hand I do not know one honest woman in the dukedom.
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Your Wife my Lord, why you are married, What Shall become of her? Is she not sicke? But are you sure sheele dye? What a ridiculous question, do you make, if death wo'not take a faire course with her, are there not reasons enough in state thinke you, to behead her, or if that seeme cruell, because I do not affect bloud, but for very good ends, I can be diuorc'd from her, and leaue her rich in the Title of Lady Dowager. Vpon what offence can you pretend a Diuorce? Because she is not fruitfull, is not that a sinne. Would your Lordship haue her fruitfull, and you Ne're lye with her. Haue not I knowne a Lady, whose husband is an Eunuch, vpon Record, mother to three or foure children and no free conscience but commends her. But these things wo▪not be easily perfect, vnlesse You were Duke to enforce em. Is not my brother in the way? sicke already, and perhaps as fit for Heauen, as an other, I know hee cannot lue long▪ he's so well giuen, they neuer thriue, and then d' thinke il keepe such a Religious Court, in this corner lodge a Couey of Capouchins, who shall zealously pray for mee without stockins, in that a nest of Carthusians, things which in fi turne to Otters, appeare flesh, but really are fish, for that they feede on: no▪ no▪ giue me a Court of flourishing pleasure where delight in all her shapes, and studied varieties, euery minute courts the Soule, to actuate her chiefe felicitie. Doe you neuer thinke of Hell? Faith I doe, but it alwayes makes me melancholy, and therefore as seldome as I can, my contemplation shall point thither, I am now in the spring of my life, winter will come on fast enough, when I am old, I will be as methodicall an hypocrite, as any paire of lawne sleeues in Sauoy. I dare not heare him longer, Madam releae me. How now, whence come you, were you sicke? At heart my Lord, to thinke of your vnkindnesse. At heart? ile nere beleeue, without inspection, am I vnkind, goe to, there's not a friend in the whole world can wih you better, would you were Canonis'd a Saint, 'tis more then I wish my selfe yet, I doe not trouble thee much on earth, and thou wert in Heauen, I would not pray to thee, for feare of diturbing thy Serapicall deution. What sinne haue I committed Sir, deserues This distance? In Christian charitie salute her. I would not haue your Ladiship too vetrous, The ayre is some what cold, and may endanger A weake body. There's an other duty, my Lord required frō husband▪ My Madam would to rutte, hath your honour, no pretty dapper Monkey, each morning to giue you a heat in a dance, is not your Doctor gamesome. If the suspition that I am vnchast— Vnchast? by this hand I doe not know one honest woman i the Dukedome.