Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men 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.
So, I do, Sir. Not, but in other terms. There's no man offers This to my wife, but pays for't. That have I, Sir. Nay, than, I tell you, you are. What am I, Sir? Why, that I'll think on, when I ha' cut your throat. Go, you are an Ass. I am resolved on't, Sir. I think you are. To call you to a reckoning. Away, you broker's block, you property. 'Slight, if you strike me, I'll strike your Mistress, O! I could shoot mine eyes at him, for that, now; Or leave my teeth in him, were they cuckolds bane, Enough to kill him. What prodigious, Blind, and most wicked change of fortune's this? I ha' no air of patience: all my veins Swell, and my sinews start at iniquity of it. I shall break, break. This for the malice of it, And my revenge may pass! But, now, my conscience Tells me, I have profited the cause of Hell But little, in the breaking-off their loves. Which, if some other act of mine repair not, I shall hear ill of in my account. O, Bird! Can you do this? 'gainst me? and at this time, now? When I was so employed, wholly for you, Drowned i' my care (more, than the land, I swear, I have hope to win) to make you peerless? studying, For footmen for you, fine paced ushers, pages, To serve you o' the knee; with what Knights wife, To bear your train, and sit with your four women In council, and receive intelligences, From foreign parts, to dress you at all pieces! YE have (o' most) turned my good affection, to you; Soured my sweet thoughts; all my pure purposes: I could now find (i' my very heart) to make Another, Lady Duchess; and depose you. Well, go your ways in. Devil, you have redeemed all. I do forgive you. And I'll do you good. WHy ha' you these excursions? where ha' you been, Sir? Where I ha' been vexed a little, with a toy! O Sir! no toys must trouble your grave head, Now it is growing to be great. You must Be above all those things. Nay, nay, so I william. Now you are toward the Lord, you must put of The man, Sir. He says true. You must do nothing As you ha' done it heretofore; not know, Or salute any man. That was your bedfellow, The other month. The other month? the week. Thou dost not know the privileges, Ingine, Fellow that Title; nor how swift: To day, When he has put on his Lord's face once, than— Sir, for these things I shall do well enough, There is no fear of me. But than, my wife is Such an untoward thing! she'll never learn How to comport with it! I am out of all Conceit, on her behalf. Best have her taught, Sir.
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So, I doe, Sir. No, but in other termes. There's no man offers This to my wife, but paies for't. That haue I, Sir. Nay, then, I tell you, you are. What am I, Sir? Why, that I'll thinke on, when I ha' cut your throat. Goe, you are an Aſſe. I am reſolu'd on't, Sir. I thinke you are. To call you to a reckoning. Away, you brokers blocke, you property. S'light, if you ſtrike me, I'll ſtrike your Miſtreſſe, O! I could ſhoote mine eyes at him, for that, now; Or leaue my teeth in him, were they cuckolds bane, Inough to kill him. What prodigious, Blinde, and moſt wicked change of fortune's this? I ha' no ayre of patience: all my vaines Swell, and my ſinewes ſtart at iniquity of it. I ſhall breake, breake. This for the malice of it, And my reuenge may paſſe! But, now, my conſcience Tells mee, I haue profited the cauſe of Hell But little, in the breaking-off their loues. Which, if ſome other act of mine repaire not, I ſhall heare ill of in my accompt. O, Bird! Could you do this? 'gainſt me? and at this time, now? When I was ſo imploy'd, wholly for you, Drown'd i' my care (more, then the land, I ſweare, I' haue hope to win) to make you peere-leſſe? ſtudying, For footemen for you, fine pac'd huiſhers, pages, To ſerue you o' the knee; with what Knights wife, To beare your traine, and ſit with your foure women In councell, and receiue intelligences, From forraigne parts, to dreſſe you at all pieces! Y' haue (a' moſt) turn'd my good affection, to you; Sowr'd my ſweet thoughts; all my pure purpoſes: I could now finde (i' my very heart) to make Another, Lady Dutcheſſe; and depoſe you. Well, goe your waies in. Diuell, you haue redeem'd all. I doe forgiue you. And I'll doe you good. WHy ha you theſe excurſions? where ha' you beene, Sir? Where I ha' beene vex'd a little, with a toy! O Sir! no toyes muſt trouble your graue head, Now it is growing to be great. You muſt Be aboue all thoſe things. Nay, nay, ſo I will. Now you are to'ard the Lord, you muſt put off The man, Sir. He ſaies true. You muſt do nothing As you ha' done it heretofore; not know, Or ſalute any man. That was your bed-fellow, The other moneth. The other moneth? the weeke. Thou doſt not know the priuiledges, Ingine, Follow that Title; nor how ſwift: To day, When he has put on his Lords face once, then— Sir, for theſe things I ſhall doe well enough, There is no feare of me. But then, my wife is Such an vntoward thing! ſhee'll neuer learne How to comport with it! I am out of all Conceipt, on her behalfe. Beſt haue her taught, Sir.