Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
named a gentleman, That I'll be answerable for, to you, Sir. Had I named you, it might ha' been suspected: This way, 'tis safe. Come Gentlemen, your hands, For witness. What is this? You ha' made Election Of a most worthy Gentleman! Would one of worth Had spoke it: whence it comes, it is Rather a shame to me, than a praise. Sir, I will give you any Satisfaction. Be silent than:" falsehood commends not truth. You do deliver this, Sir, as your deed. To th' use of Mr. Manly? Yes: and Sir— When did you see young Wittipol? I am ready, For process now; Sir, this is Publication. He shall hear from me, he would needs be courting My wife, Sir. Yes: So witnesseth his Cloak there. Nay good Sir,— Madam, you did undertake— What? That he was not Wittipol's friend. I hear Sr. no confession of it. O she knows not; Now I remember, Madam! This young Wittipol, Would had debauched my wife, and made me Cuckold, Through a casement; he did fly her home To mine own window: but I think I soued him, And ravished her away, out of his pounces. Tha ' sworn to ha' him by the ears: I fear The toy, wi' not do me right. Not? that were pity! What right do you ask, Sir? Here he is will do't you? Ha'? Wittipol? I Sir, no more Lady now, Nor Spaniard! Not indeed, 'tis Wittipol. Am I the thing I feared? A Cuckold? No Sir, But you were late in possibility, I'll tell you so much. But your wife's too virtuous! we'll see her Sir, at home, and leave you here, To be made Duke o' Shoreditch with a project. thieves, ravishers. Cry but another note, Sir, I'll mar the tune, o' your pipe! Give me my deed, than. Neither: that shall be kept for your wife's good, Who will know, better how to use it. Ha' To feast you with my land? Sir, be you quiet, Or I shall gag you, ere I go, consult Your Master of dependences; how to make this A second business, you have time Sir. Oh! What will the ghost of my wife Grandfather, My learned Father, with my worshipful Mother, Think of me now, that left me in this world In state to be their Heir? that am become A Cuckold, and an Ass, and my wife's Ward; Likely to lose my land; ha' my throat cut: All, by her practice! Sir, we are all abused! And be so still! Who hinders you, I pray you, Let me alone, I would enjoy myself, And be the Duke o' Drowned-land, you ha' made me. Sir, we must play an aftergame o' this But I am not in case to be a Gamester: I tell you once again— You must be ruled And take some counsel. Sir, I do hate counsel, As I do hate my wife, my wicked wife!
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Nam'd a gentleman, That I'll be anſwerable for, to you, Sir. Had I nam'd you, it might ha' beene ſuſpected: This way, 'tis ſafe. Come Gentlemen, your hands, For witnes. VVhat is this? You ha' made Election Of a moſt worthy Gentleman! VVould one of worth Had ſpoke it: whence it comes, it is Rather a ſhame to me, then a praiſe. Sir, I will giue you any Satisfaction. Be ſilent then: "falſhood commends not truth. You do deliuer this, Sir, as your deed. To th' vſe of Mr. Manly? Yes: and Sir— VVhen did you ſee yong Wittipol? I am ready, For proceſſe now; Sir, this is Publication. He ſhall heare from me, he would needes be courting My wife, Sir. Yes: So witneſſeth his Cloake there. Nay good Sir, —Madame, you did vndertake— VVhat? That he was not Wittipols friend. I heare Sr. no confeſſion of it. O ſhe know's not; Now I remember, Madame! This young Wittipol, VVould ha'd debauch'd my wife, and made me Cuckold, Through a caſement; he did fly her home To mine owne window: but I think I ſou't him, And rauiſh'd her away, out of his pownces. Tha' ſworne to ha' him by the eares: I feare The toy, wi' not do me right. No? that were pitty! VVhat right doe you aske, Sir? Here he is will do't you? Ha? Wittipol? I Sir, no more Lady now, Nor Spaniard! No indeed, 'tis Wittipol. Am I the thing I fear'd? A Cuckold? No Sir, But you were late in poſſibility, I'll tell you ſo much. But your wife's too vertuous! VVee'll ſee her Sir, at home, and leaue you here, To be made Duke o' Shore-ditch with a proiect. Theeues, rauiſhers. Crie but another note, Sir, I'll marre the tune, o' your pipe! Gi' me my deed, then. Neither: that ſhall be kept for your wiues good, VVho will know, better how to vſe it. Ha' To feaſt you with my land? Sir, be you quiet, Or I ſhall gag you, ere I goe, conſult Your Maſter of dependances; how to make this A ſecond buſineſſe, you haue time Sir. Oh! VVhat will the ghoſt of my wife Grandfather, My learned Father, with my worſhipfull Mother, Thinke of me now, that left me in this world In ſtate to be their Heire? that am become A Cuckold, and an Aſſe, and my wiues Ward; Likely to looſe my land; ha' my throat cut: All, by her practice! Sir, we are all abus'd! And be ſo ſtill! VVho hinders you, I pray you, Let me alone, I would enioy my ſelfe, And be the Duke o' Drown'd-Land, you ha' made me. Sir, we muſt play an after-game o' this But I am not in caſe to be a Gam-ſter: I tell you once againe— You muſt be rul'd And take ſome counſell. Sir, I do hate counſell, As I do hate my wife, my wicked wife!