Ingelend, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1560 [c.1559-1570] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
HO, ho, ho, what a fellow am I? Geue row me I saye both more and lesse: My strength and power hence to the Sky No eacthly tongue can well express. O what inventious, crafts and wiles, Is there contained within this head? I know that he is within few miles Which of the same is thoroughly sped. O, it was all my study day and night cunningly to bring this matter to pass: In all the earth, there is no wight But I can make to cry alas. This man and wife, that not long ago Fallen in this place together by the ears: It was only I that this strife did sow And have been about it certain years. For after that I had taken a small: Of their good will and fervent love, My thought I should not tarry in hell But unto debate them shortly move, O it was I that made him to despise All wisdom, goodness, virtue and learning That be afterward could in no wise One's in his heart fancy teaching. O it was I, that made him refuse The wholesome menytion of his Father dear And caused him still of a wife to muse As though she should be his joy and there. O it was I, that made him go hence, And suppose that his father was very unkind, It was I, that did oryve him to such expense, And made him as bore, as an ape is behind. And now that I have this business ended And joined him and his wise together: I think that I have my part well played, None of you all would do it better. Ho, ho, ho, this well favoured heads of mine What thing soever it hath in hand: Is never troubled with Ale or Wine, Neither by Sea, nor yet by land. I tell you I am a marvelous body, As any is at this day living: My head doth devise each thing so trimly, That all men may wonder of the ending, O I have such fetches, such toys in this head Such crafty devices and subtle train: That whom so ever of you I do wed, ye are like at my hands to take small gain. There is no gentleman, knight, or Lord: There is no Duke, Earl, or king: But if I list, I can with one word, Shortly send unto their lodging. Some I disquiet with Coveitousnes, Some with wrath, pride and lechery, And some I do thrust into such distress That he feeleth only pain and misery. Some I allure to have their delight Always in Glotonye, Envy and murdre: And those things to pracise with all their might Either by land, or else by water. Ho, ho, ho, there is none to be compared, To me I tell you, in any point: With a great sort myself I have tried, That boldly ventured many a joint. And when for a long time we had wrestled
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HO, ho, ho, what a felowe am I? Geue row me I ſaye both more and leſſe: ⸬ ⸬ My ſtrength and power hence to the Skye No eacthly tonge can well expreſſe. Oh what inuencious, craftes and wiles, Is there conteyned within this head? I knowe that he is within fewe myles Which of the ſame is throughly ſped. Oh, it was all my ſtudye daye and nyght Cōnyngly to brynge this matter to paſſe: In all the earth, there is no wighte But I can make to crye alas. This man and wyfe, that not longe agoe Fell in this place togyther by the eares: It was onely I that this ſtryfe dyd ſowe And haue bene aboute it certayne yeares. For after that I had taken a ſmall: Of their good wyll and feruent loue, My thought I ſhulde not tary in hell But vnto debate them ſhortely moue, Oh it was I that made hym to deſpyſe All wiſdome, goodnes, vertue and learnynge That be afterwarde coulde in no wiſe Ones in his harte fancie teachynge. Oh it was I, that made hym refuſe The holſome menytion of his Father dere And cauſed hym ſtyll of a wyfe to muſe As thoughe ſhe ſhoulde be his ioye and there. Oh it was I, that made hym goe hence, And ſuppoſe that his father was verye vnkynde, It was I, that dyd oryue hym to ſuch expence, And made hym as bare, as an pe is behynde. And nowe that I haue this buſynes ended And ioyned hym and his wiſe togyther: I thynke that I haue my part well played, None of you all wolde do it better. Ho, ho, ho, this well fauoured heads of myne What thynge ſoeuer it hath in hande: Is neuer troubled with Ale or Wyne, Neyther by Sea, nor yet by lande. I tell you I am a meruaylous bodye, As any is at this daye lyuynge: My head doth deuyſe eche thynge ſo trymly, That all men maye wonder of the endynge, Oh I haue ſuch fetches, ſuch toyes in this head Such crafty deuyſes and ſubtyll trayne: That whom ſo euer of you I do wed, ye are lyke at my handes to take ſmall gayne. There is no gentelman, knyght, or Lorde: There is no Duke, Earle, or kynge: But if I lyſt, I can with one worde, Shortly ſende vnto their lodgynge. Some I diſquiet with Coueitouſnes, Some with wrath, pryde and lecherye, And ſome I do thruſte into ſuche diſtreſſe That he feeleth onely payne and myſerye. Some I allure to haue theire delyght Alwayes in Glotonye, Enuye and murdre: And thoſe thynges to praciſe with all theyr might Either by lande, or els by water. Ho, ho, ho, there is none to be compared, To me I tell you, in any poynte: With a great ſorte my ſelfe I haue tryed, That boldly ventured many a ioynt. And when for a longe tyme we had wreſtled