Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I will not wind you up, dear 'larum: Go, Run out your line at length, and so be quiet. HEre is an argument, Tyndarus, to incite And tempt thy free neck to the yoke of Love. Are these the joys we reap i'th' nuptial bed? First in thy bosom warm the snake, and call The viper to thy arms— O gentle death, There is no sleep blessed and secure but thine. Wives are but fair afflictions: sure this woman Was wooed with protestations, oaths, and vows As well as my Evadne; thought as fair, As wise and virtuous as my soul speaks her: And may not she or play the hypocrite now? Or after turn Apostate?— Guilty thoughts Disturb me not. For were the sex a sin, Her goodness were sufficient to redeem And ransom all from slander. Gentle Sir, I pity the unripeness of your age. That cast your love upon a dangerous rock. My daughter!— But I blush to own the birth, And curse the womb so fruitful to my shame. You may be wise and happy— or repent. THis woman is a devil, for she hates her own children. In what an ecstasy stands that grieved wight? In troth I shall into compunction melt. Will not a cup of Lesbian liquor rouse His frozen spirits to agility? Spoke like a son of Aesculapius! My father's angels guard thee. We have gold To cure thy dumps, although we do not mean It should profane these breeches. Sure his soul Is gone upon some errand, and has left The corpse in pawn till it come back again. Cold jealousy, I shall account thee now No idle passion, when the womb that bore her Shall plead her guilt, I must forget her name. Fly from my memory, I will drink oblivion To lose the loathed Evadne. Generous Sir, A pottle of elixir at the Pegasus Bravely caroused is more restorative. My Tutor shall disburse. Good impertinent. Impertinent? Impertinent in thy face. Danger accrues upon the word Impertinent! Tutor, draw forth thy fatal steel, and slash Till he devour the word Impertinent. The word Impertinent will not bear a quarrel: The Epithet of Good hath mollified it. We are appeas'd. —Be safe—I say—Be safe. Be not rash, Tyndarus. This malicious woman May as well hate her daughter, as her husband. I am too sudden to conclude her false On such sleight witness. Shall I think the Sun Has lost his crown of light, because a cloud Or envious night hath cast a robe of darkness 'Twixt the world's eye and mine-? Canst thou, royal boy, Burn out the remnant of a day with us? I am resolved upon a safer trial. Sir, you are Courtly, and no doubt the Ladies Fall out about you: for those rare perfections Can do no less than ravish. I confess— I cannot walk the streets, but straight the females Are in a tumult— I must leave thee, Thebes, Lest I occasion civil wars to rage Within thy walls— I would be loath to ruin My native soil.
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I will not winde you up, deare larum: Go, Run out your line at length, and so be quiet. HEre is an argument, Tyndarus, to incite And tempt thy free neck to the yoke of Love. Are these the joyes we reap i'th'nuptiall bed? First in thy bosome warm the snake, and call The viper to thy arms—O gentle death, There is no sleep blest and secure but thine. Wives are but fair afflictions: sure this woman Was woo'd with protestations, oaths, and vows As well as my Evadne; thought as fair, As wise and vertuous as my soul speaks her: And may not she or play the hypocrite now? Or after turn Apostate? —Guilty thoughts Disturb me not. For were the sex a sinne, Her goodnesse were sufficient to redeem And ransome all from slander. Gentle Sir, I pity the unripenesse of your age. That cast your love upon a dangerous rock. My daughter! —But I blush to owne the birth, And curse the wombe so fruitfull to my shame. You may be wise and happy —or repent. THis woman is a devil, for she hates her own children. In what an extasie stands that grieved wight? In troth I shall into compunction melt. Will not a cup of Lesbian liquour rowze His frozen spirits to agilitie? Spoke like a sonne of Aesculapius! My fathers angels guard thee. We have gold To cure thy dumps, although we do not mean It should profane these breeches. Sure his soul Is gone upon some errand, and has left The corps in pawn till it come back again. Cold jealousie, I shall account thee now No idle passion, when the wombe that bare her Shall plead her guilt, I must forget her name. Fly from my memory, I will drink oblivion To loose the loath'd Evadne. Generous Sir, A pottle of Elixar at the Pegasus Bravely carouz'd is more restorative. My Tutour shall disburse. Good impertinent. Impertinent? Impertinent in thy face. Danger accrues upon the word Impertinent! Tutour, draw forth thy fatall steel, and slash Till he devoure the word Impertinent. The word Impertinent will not beare a quarrell: The Epithite of Good hath mollified it. We are appeas'd. —Be safe—I say—Be safe. Be not rash, Tyndarus. This malicious woman May as well hate her daughter, as her husband. I am too suddain to conclude her false On such sleight witnesse. Shall I think the Sunne Has lost his crown of light, because a cloud Or envious night hath cast a robe of darknesse 'Twixt the worlds eye and mine-? Canst thou, royall boy, Burn out the remnant of a day with us? I am resolv'd upon a safer triall. Sir, you are Courtly, and no doubt the Ladies Fall out about you: for those rare perfections Can do no lesse then ravish. I confesse— I cannot walk the streets, but straight the females Are in a tumult—I must leave thee, Thebes, Lest I occasion civill warres to rage Within thy walls—I would be loth to ruine My native soil.