Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court 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.
Were I set in a place of justice now, They would admire me, how I should become it; Cough on the Bench of State, sit in my nightcap, Stroke out an apothegm out of my beard, Frame a grave City face, jeer at offenders, Cry out upon the vices of the times, O Tempores, O morums. How the rank Rascal Is overgrown with flesh and villainy? This getting of money is a mystery, Is to be learned before a man's Alphabet, No matter how, 'tis supposed, he that has it Is wise and virtuous, though he be obscure, A fugitive, and perjured, any thing, He, and his cause, shall neither want for friends. He is the chick of the white Hen, old Fortune: whate'er he treads upon, shall be a Rose. He shall be invited to his Capon, and Custard, Ride to the Sheriffs a feasting on his Foot cloth, Possess the highest room, have the first carving, With please you eat of this, or that, my Noble, My Right Worshipful brother? your rich men Shall strive to put their sons to be his Pages, And their wives to be his Concubines. Shall marry young ones a purpose for him. Very likely. No more, be gone, I hear my Lord a coming, I'll send thee my Wench, mark me, keep her close: Believe it, not a breath of air comes near her, But what steals in at the window. 'Tis well said. But stay, Sir, will she not be too great a charge To keep her to yourself, what if you hired her By the month, as your Factors do beyond Sea, And when she is grown old and leaky, Sir, Mend her i'th' dock, and fraught her over for Holland. ay, o'er the water, 'twas well thought upon. I think, and she were trimmed up, she would serve At last for such a voyage well enough. What wilt thou say, when I have done with her, If I do make thee Master of my bottom? Who me? the devil shall be the Pilot first, Ere I come near their quicksands, their base roads. They have a dangerous Key to come into. whate'er the Key be, still the door's kept fast. As strict as an Alderman's at dinner time: ay, and the way to hell is grown so narrow, A man's in danger to pass over, for if We reel beside the bridge, straight we shall fall Into a Lake that will foully dight us, Darker and deeper, than Styx or Cocytus. Well rhymed Ieffry, this knave will come in time, By being often in my Company, And gleaning but the refuse of my speech, T'arrive at some proportion of wit, But to avoid suspicion, be gone. Now would I see the man that should affront me. My Lord will straight be here, I'll entertain him, And talk as superciliously, and walk As stately, as the Warden of a college, Until I have made a right Pupil of him.
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Were I ſet in a place of Iuſtice now, They would admire me, how I ſhould become it; Cough on the Bench of State, ſit in my night-cap, Stroke out an Apophthegme out of my beard, Frame a grave City face, jeere at offenders, Cry out upon the vices of the times, O Tempores, O morums. How the rancke Raskall Is overgrowne with fleſh and villanie? This getting of monie is a myſterie, Is to be learnt before a mans Alphabet, No matter how, tis ſuppos'd, he that has it Is wiſe and vertuous, though he be obſcure, A fugitive, and perjur'd, any thing, He, and his cauſe, ſhall neither want for friends. He is the chicke of the white Hen, old Fortune: What ere he treads upon, ſhall be a Roſe. He ſhall be invited to his Capon, and Cuſtard, Ride to the Sheriffs a feaſting on his Foot cloth, Poſſeſſe the higheſt roome, have the firſt carving, With pleaſe you eat of this, or that, my Noble, My Right Worſhipfull brother? your rich men Shall ſtriue to put their ſonnes to be his Pages, And their wives to be his Concubines. Shall marry young ones a purpoſe for him. Very likely. No more, be gone, I heare my Lord a comming, I'll ſend thee my Wench, marke me, keepe her cloſe: Beleeve it, not a breath of ayre comes neere her, But what ſteales in at the window. 'Tis well ſaid. But ſtay, Sir, will ſhe not be too great a charge To keepe her to your ſelfe, what if you hir'd her By the moneth, as your Factors doe beyond Sea, And when ſhe is growne old and leakie, Sir, Mend her i'th docke, and fraught her ore for Holland. I, ore the water, 'twas well thought upon. I thinke, and ſhee were trimd up, ſhee would ſerue At laſt for ſuch a voyage well enough. What wilt thou ſay, when I haue done with her, If I doe make thee Maſter of my bottome? Who me? the divell ſhall be the Pilote firſt, Ere I come neere their quick-ſands, their baſe roads. They haue a dangerous Key to come into. What ere the Key be, ſtill the dore's kept faſt. As ſtrict as an Aldermans at dinner time: I, and the way to hell is growne ſo narrow, A man's in danger to paſſe ore, for if VVe reele beſide the bridge, ſtraight we ſhall fall Into a Lake that will fouly dight us, Darker and deeper, then Styx or Cocitus. Well rim'd Ieffry, this knaue will come in time, By being often in my Company, And gleaning but the refuſe of my ſpeech, T'arrive at ſome proportion of wit, But to avoid ſuſpition, be gone. Now would I ſee the man that ſhould affront me. My Lord will ſtraight be here, I'll entertaine him, And talke as ſuperciliouſly, and walke As ſtately, as the Warden of a colledge, Vntill I haue made a right Pupill of him.