Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
'Tis thy fault. Mine, drought and coldness? Thine, 'tis thou art barren. I barren, o life that I durst but speak now, In mine own justice, in mine own Right, I barren, 'Twas otherways with me when I was at Court, I was ne'er called so till I was married. I'll be divorced. Be hanged, I need not wish it, That will come too soon to thee: I may say, Marriage and hanging goes by destiny, For all the goodness I can find in't yet. I'll give up House, & keep some fruitful whore, Like an old Bachelor in a tradesman's Chamber, She and her Children shall have all. Where be they? Pray cease, When there are friendlier courses took for you, To get and multiply within your House, At your own proper costs in spite of censure, methinks an honest peace might be established. What with her? Never. Sweet Sir. You work all in vain. Then he doth all like thee. Let me entreat Sir. Singleness confound her, I took her with one Smock. But indeed you came not so single, When you came from Shipboard. Heart she bit sore there, prithee make's friends. Is't come to that, the peal begins to cease. I'll sell all at an Outcry. Do thy worst Slave, Good sweet Sir bring us into love again. Some would think this impossible to compass, Pray let this storm fly over. Good Sir pardon me, I'm Master of this House, Which I'll sell presently, I'll clap up Bills this Evening. Lady friends come? If e'er ye loved Woman, talk not on't Sir, what friends with him? good faith do you think I'm mad with one that's scarce the hinder quarter of a Man? Thou art nothing of a Woman. Would I were less than nothing. Nay prithee what dost mean? I cannot please you. i'faith thou art a good Soul, he lies that says it, Buss, buss, pretty Rogue. You care not for me. Can any man tell now which way they came in? By this light I'll be hanged then. Is the Drink come? Here's a little Vial of Almond-milk That stood me in some three pence. I hope to see thee wench within these few years, circled with Children, pranking up a Girl, And putting jewels in their little Ears, Fine sport I saith. I had you been ought Husband, It had been done ere this time. Had I been ought, hang thee, hadst thou been aught, But a cross thing I ever found thee. Thou art a Grub to say so. A Pox on thee. By this light they are out again at the same door, And no Man can tell which way, Come here's your Drink Sir. I will not take it now Sir, And I were sure to get three Boys ere Midnight.
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'Tis thy fault. Mine, Drouth and coldneſſe? Thine, 'tis thou art barren. I barren, ó life that I durſt but ſpeake now, In mine owne Iuſtice, in mine owne Right, I barren, 'Twas otherwayes with me when I was at Court, I was ne're call'd ſo till I was married. I'le be deuorc't. Be hang'd, I need not wiſh it, That will come too ſoone to thee: I may ſay, Marriage and hanging goes by deſtiny, For all the goodneſſe I can find in't yet. I'le giue vp Houſe, & keepe ſome fruitfull whore, Like an old Batcheler in a Tradſmans Chamber, She and her Children ſhall haue all. Where be they? Pray ceaſe, When there are friendlier courſes tooke for you, To get and multiply within your Houſe, At your owne proper coſts in ſpight of cenſure, Me thinkes an honeſt peace might be eſtabliſh't. What with her? Neuer. Sweet Sir. You worke all in vaine. Then he doth all like thee. Let me intreat Sir. Singleneſſe confound her, I tooke her with one Smocke. But indeed you came not ſo ſingle, When you came from Shipboard. Heart ſhe bit ſore there, Prethe make's friends. Iſt come to that, the peale begins to ceaſe. I'le ſell all at an Out-cry. Doe thy worſt Slaue, Good ſweet Sir bring vs into loue againe. Some would thinke this impoſſible to compaſſe, Pray let this ſtorme fly ouer. Good Sir pardon me, I'me Maſter of this Houſe, Which I'le ſell preſently, I'le clap vp Billes this Euening. Lady friends come? If e're ye lou'd Woman, talke not on't Sir, what friends with him? good faith do you think I'me mad with one that's ſcarce the hinder quarter of a Man? Thou art nothing of a Woman. Would I were leſſe then nothing. Nay prethe what do'ſt meane? I cannot pleaſe you. I faith thou art a good Soule, he lyes that ſayes it, Buſſe, buſſe, pretie Rogue. You care not for me. Can any man tell now which way they came in? By this light I'le be hang'd then. Is the Drinke come? Here's a little Viall of Almond-milke That ſtood me in ſome three pence. I hope to ſee thee wench within theſe few yeeres, Cirkled with Children, pranking vp a Girle, And putting Iewels in their little Eares, Fine ſport I ſaith. I had you beene ought Husband, It had beene done ere this time. Had I bin ought, hang thee, had'ſt thou bin ought, But a croſſe thing I euer found thee. Thou art a Grub to ſay ſo. A Pox on thee. By this light they are out againe at the ſame dore, And no Man can tell which way, Come here's your Drinke Sir. I will not take it now Sir, And I were ſure to get three Boyes ere Midnight.