Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I would not care what Clown my Husband were too, so I had such fine Children. She's all fine Children Gossip. ay, and see how fast they come. Children are blessings, if they be got with zeal, By the Brethren, as I have five at home. The worst is past, I hope now Gossip. So I hope to good Sir. Why then so hope I too for company, I have nothing to do else. A poor remembrance Lady, To the love of the Babe, I pray accept of it. O you are at too much charge Sir. Look, look, what has he given her, what Is't Gossip? Now by my faith a fair high standing Cup, and two great Postle Spoons, one of them gilt. Sure that was Iudas then with the red Beard. I would not feed my daughter with that spoon for all the World, for fear of colouring her Heir, Red Hair the Brethren like not, it consumes them much, 'tis not the sister's colour. Well said Nurse, About, about with them amongst the Gossips, Now out comes all the tasseled Handkerchers, They are spread abroad between their Knees already, Now in goes the long Fingers that are washed Some thrice a day in urine, my Wife uses it, Now we shall have such pocketing, See how they lurch at the lower end. Come hither Nurse. Again, she has taken twice already. I had forgot a sister's Child that's sick. A Pox it seems your purity loves sweet things well that puts in thrice together, had this been all my cost now I had been beggared, these Women have no consciences at sweet meats, where'er they come, see and they have not could out all the long Plumbs too, they have left nothing here but short wriggle-tail-comfits, not worth mouthing, no mar'le I heard a Citizen complain once, that his wife's Belly only broke his Back: Mine had been all in fitters seven years since, but for this worthy Knight, that with a prop upholds my Wife and me, and all my estate buried in Bucklers-berrie. Here Mris Yellowhammer, and Neighbours, To you all that have taken pains with me, All the good Wives at once. I'll answer for them, They wish all health and strength, And that you may courageously go forward, To perform the like and many such, Like a true Sister with Motherly bearing. Now the cups troll about to wet the gossips whistles It pours down i'faith, they never think of payment. Fill again Nurse. Now bless thee, two at once, I'll stay no longer, It would kill me and if I paid for't, Will it please you to walk down and leave the women. With all my Heart Jack. Troth I cannot blame you. Sit you all merry Ladies. Thank your Worship Sir. Thank your Worship Sir. A Pox twice tipple ye, you are last & lowest.
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I would not care what Clowne my Husband were too, ſo I had ſuch fine Children. She's all fine Children Goſſip. I, and ſee how faſt they come. Children are bleſſings, if they be got with zeale, By the Brethren, as I haue fiue at home. The worſt is paſt, I hope now Goſſip. So I hope to good Sir. Why then ſo hope I too for company, I haue nothing to doe elſe. A poore remembrance Lady, To the loue of the Babe, I pray accept of it. O you are at too much charge Sir. Looke, looke, what has he giuen her, what Iſt Goſſip? Now by my faith a faire high ſtanding Cup, and two great Poſtle Spoones, one of them gilt. Sure that was Iudas then with the red Beard. I would not feed my daughter with that ſpoone for all the World, for feare of colouring her Heyre, Red Hayre the Brethren like not, it conſumes them much, 'tis not the Siſters colour. Well ſaid Nurſe, About, about with them amongſt the Goſſips, Now out comes all the taſſeld Handkerchers, They are ſpred abroad betweene their Knees already, Now in goes the long Fingers that are waſh't Some thrice a day in Vrin, my Wife vſes it, Now we ſhall haue ſuch pocketing, See how they lurch at the lower end. Come hither Nurſe. Againe, ſhe has taken twice already. I had forgot a Siſters Child that's ſicke. A Pox it ſeemes your purity loues ſweet things well that puts in thrice together, had this beene all my coſt now I had beene beggerd, theſe Women haue no conſciences at ſweet meats, where e're they come, ſee and they haue not culd out all the long Plumbes too, they haue left nothing here but ſhort riggle-tayle-Comfits, not worth mouthing, no mar'le I heard a Citizen complaine once, that his Wiues Belly onely broke his Backe: Mine had beene all in fitters ſeuen yeeres ſince, but for this worthy Knight, that with a prop vpholds my Wife and me, and all my eſtate buried in Bucklers-berrie. Here Mris Yellowhammer, and Neighbours, To you all that haue taken paines with me, All the good Wiues at once. I'le anſwer for them, They wiſh all health and ſtrength, And that you may couragiouſly goe forward, To performe the like and many ſuch, Like a true Siſter with Motherly bearing. Now the cups trole about to wet the goſſips whiſtles It poures downe I faith, they neuer thinke of payment. Fill againe Nurſe. Now bleſſe thee, two at once, I'le ſtay no longer, It would kill me and if I pay'd for't, Will it pleaſe you to walke downe and leaue the women. With all my Heart Iacke. Troth I cannot blame you. Sit you all merry Ladyes. Thanke your Worſhip Sir. Thanke your Worſhip Sir. A Pox twice tipple ye, you are laſt & loweſt.