Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 527 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Come, 'tis thy jealous nature: but I wonder That you which are an honest man and worthy, Should foster this suspicion: no man laughs; No one can whisper, but thou apprehendest His conference and his scorn reflects on thee: For my part they should scoff their thin wits out, So I not heard 'em, beat me, not being there. Leave, leave these fits, to conscious men, to such As are obnoxious, to those foolish things As they can gibe at. Well, Sir. Thou art known Valiant without detect, right defined, Which is (as fearing to do injury, As tender to endure it) not a brabbler, A swearer. Pish, pish, what needs this my Lord? If I be known none such, how vainly, you Do cast away good counsel? I have loved you, And yet must freely speak: so young a tutor, Fits not so old a Soldier as I am. And I must tell you, 'twas in your behalf I grew enraged thus, yet had rather die, Then open the great cause a syllable further. In my behalf? wherein hath Charalois Unfitly so demeaned himself, to give The least occasion to the loosest tongue, To throw aspersions on him, or so weakly Protected his own honour, as it should Need a defence from any but himself? They are fools that judge me by my outward seeming, Why should my gentleness beget abuse? The Lion is not angry that does sleep, Nor every man a Coward that can weep. For God's sake speak the cause. Not for the world. Oh it will strike disease into your bones Beyond the cure of physic, drink your blood, Rob you of all your rest, contract your sight, Leave you no eyes but to see misery, And of your own, nor speech but to wish thus Would I had perished in the prison's jaws: From whence I was redeemed 'twill wear you old, Before you have experience in that Art, That causes your affliction. Thou dost strike A deathful coldness to my heart's high heat, And shrinkest my liver like the Calenture. Declare this foe of mine, and lives, that like A man I may encounter and subdue it, It shall not have one such effect in me, As thou denouncest: with a Soldier's arm, If it be strength, I'll meet it: if a fault Belonging to my mind, I'll cut it off With mine own reason, as a Scholar should Speak, though it make me monstrous. I'll die first. Farewell, continue merry, and high Heaven Keep your wife chaste. Hump, stay and take this wolf Out of my breast, that thou hast lodged there, or For ever lose me. Lose not, Sir, yourself. And I will venture— So the door is fast. Now noble Charaloys, collect yourself, Summon your spirits, muster all you strength That can belong to man, sift passion, From every vein, and whatsoever ensues, Upbraid not me hereafter, as the cause of jealousy, discontent, slaughter and ruin: Make me not parent to sin: you will know This secret that I burn with. Devil on't, What should it be? Romont, I hear you wish My wife's continuance of Chastity.
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Come, tis thy Iealous nature: but I wonder That you which are an honest man and worthy, Should foster this suspition: no man laughes; No one can whisper, but thou apprehend'st His conference and his scorne reflects on thee: For my part they should scoffe their thin wits out, So I not heard 'em, beate me, not being there. Leaue, leaue these fits, to conscious men, to such As are obnoxious, to those foolish things As they can gibe at. VVell, Sir. Thou art know'n Valiant without detect, right defin'd, Which is (as fearing to doe iniury, As tender to endure it) not a brabbler, A swearer. Pish, pish, what needs this my Lord? If I bee knowne none such, how vainly, you Do cast away good counsaile? I haue lou'd you, And yet must freely speake: so young a utor, Fits not so old a Souldier as I am. And I must tell you, t'was in your behalfe I grew inraged thus, yet had rather dye, Then open the great cause a syllable further. In my behalfe? wherein hath Charalois Vnfitly so demen'd himselfe, to giue The least occasion to the loosest tongue, To throw aspersions on him, or so weakely Protected his owne honor, as it should Need a defence from any but himselfe? They are fooles that iudge me by my outward seeming, Why should my gentlenesse beget abuse? The Lion is not angry that does sleepe, Nor euery man a Coward that can weepe. For Gods sake speake the cause. Not for the world. Oh it will strike disease into your bones Beyond the cure of physicke, drinke your blood, Rob you of all your rest, contract your sight, Leaue you no eyes but to see misery, And of your owne, nor speach but to wish thus Would I had perish'd in the prisons iawes: From whence I was redeem'd twill weare you old, Before you haue experience in that Art, That causes your affliction. Thou dost strike A deathfull coldnesse to my harts high heate, And shrinkst my liuer like the Calnture. Declare this foe of mine, and lifes, that like A man I may encounter and subdue it, It shall not haue one such effect in mee, As thou denouncest: with a Souldiers arme If it be strength Ile meet it: if a fault Belonging to my mind, Ile cut it off VVith mine owne reason, as a Scholler hould Speake, though it make mee monstrous. Ile dye first. Farewell, continue merry, and high Heauen Keepe your wife chaste. Hump, stay and take this wolfe Out of my bret, that thou hast lodg'd there, or For euer lose mee. Lose not, Sir, your selfe. And I will venture—So the dore is fast. Now noble Charaloys, collect your selfe, Summon your spirits, muster all you strength That can belong to man, sift passion, From euery veine, and whatsoeuer ensues, Vpbraid not me heereafter, as the cause of Iealousy, discontent, slaughter and ruine: Make me not parent to sinne: you will know This secret that I burne with. Diuell on't, What should it be? Romont, I hear you wish My wifes continuance of Chastity.