Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
All that I have is thine, though I could vie For every silver hair upon my head A piece in gold.— I should send you to the barber's. All, all is thine: let me but share A little in thy pleasures: only relish The sweetness of 'em. No, I will not have Two spenders in a house, Go you and revel, I will go home and live a drudge's life, As you ha' done, to scrape up pelf together: And then forswear all tutors, Soldiers, Poets, Women, and wine. I will forget to eat, And starve myself to the bigness of a polecat. I will disclaim his faith that can believe There is a Tavern, or a Religious place For holy Nuns that vow incontinence, And have their beads to sin by.— Get you home. You kiss a Gentlewoman to endanger Your chattering teeth?— Go, you have done your share In getting me: to furnish the next age Must be my province. Go, look you to yours. Lie with your musty bags, and get more gold. 'Slid, anger me, and I'll turn drudge for certain. Asotus, good Asotus pardon me. I wonder you are not ashamed to ask pardon. It was the dotage of my age, Asotus. Who bid you live until this age of dotage? I will abjure all pleasures but in thee. This something qualifies. It shall be my sport To maintain thine. Thou shalt eat for both, And drink for both.— Good: this will qualify more. And here I promise thee to make a jointure Of half the land I have to this fair Lady. This qualifies all. You have your pardon, Sir! But hear you, Sir, it must be paid for too. Tomorrow Mab I thee mine Empress crown. All friends. A merry cup go round, What? Captains And Poets here, and leave the sack for flies? THrasimachus, a whole one. Done: I'll pledge thee Though 'twere a deluge.— By my steel you have left Enough to drown an island, Chaerilus. And 'twere the famous fount of Hippocrene, I'd quaff it off all, though the great Apollo And all the Muses died for thirst, Bomolochus. Come boy, as deep as is Pamassus high. What nursery of sin is this? what temple Of lust and riot? Was this place alone Thought a fit witness for the knitting up Chaste and religious love? deed's dark as hell, Incest and murder might be acted here. The holy god of Marriage never lighted His sacred torch at so profane a den. It is a cage for screech-owls, bats, and ravens, For crows and kites, and such like birds of prey. But the chaste turtle, the indulgent pelican, And pious stork, fly hence as from infection. Evadne meet me here? Is she a parcel Of the damned family? Are there such white devils Among their Succuba's? No, thou art wronged, Evadne: And there be some that scatter snakes amongst us, Have stung too deep already.
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All that I have is thine, though I could vie For every silver hair upon my head A piece in gold.— I should send you to the barbours. All, all is thine: let me but share A little in thy pleasures: onely relish The sweetnesse of 'um. No, I will not have Two spenders in a house, Go you and revell, I will go home and live a drudges life, As you ha' done, to scrape up pelf together: And then forsweare all Tutours, Souldiers, Poets, Women, and wine. I will forget to eat, And starve my self to the bignesse of a polecat. I will disclaim his faith that can beleeve There is a Taverne, or a Religious place For holy Nunnes that vow incontinence, And have their beads to sin by. — Get you home. You kisse a Gentlewoman to endanger Your chattering teeth? — Go, you have done your share In getting me: to furnish the next age Must be my province. Go, look you to yours. Lie with your mustie bags, and get more gold. S'lid, anger me, and I'le turn drudge for certain. Asotus, good Asotus pardon me. I wonder you are not asham'd to ask pardon. It was the dotage of my age, Asotus. Who bid you live untill this age of dotage? I will abjure all pleasures but in thee. This something qualifies. It shall be my sport To maintain thine. Thou shalt eat for both, And drink for both.— Good: this will qualifie more. And here I promise thee to make a joynture Of half the land I have to this fair Lady. This qualifies all. You have your pardon, Sir! But heare you, Sir, it must be paid for too. To morrow Mab I thee mine Empresse crown. All friends. A merry cup go round, What? Captains And Poets here, and leave the sack for flies? THrasimachus, a whole one. Done: I'le pledge thee Though 'twere a deluge. —By my steel you have left Enough to drown an island, Chaerilus. And 'twere the famous fount of Hyppocrene, I'de quaffe it off all, though the great Apollo And all the Muses died for thirst, Bomolochus. Come boy, as deep as is Pamassus high. What nurserie of sinne is this? what temple Of lust and riot? Was this place alone Thought a fit witnesse for the knitting up Chaste and religious love? Deeds dark as hell, Incest and murder might be acted here. The holy god of Marriage never lighted His sacred torch at so profane a den. It is a cage for schreetch-owls, bats, and ravens, For crows and kites, and such like birds of prey. But the chaste turtle, the indulgent pelican, And pious stork, flie hence as from infection. Evadne meet me here? Is she a parcell Of the damn'd family? Are there such white devils Among their Succuba's? No, thou art wrong'd, Evadne: And there be some that scatter snakes amongst us, Have stung too deep already.