R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.82 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
She has dispatched you Sir. And for a truth sir, know you, I never mean to be your Whore. This is strange. But true, as she whose chaste immaculate soul, Retains the Noble stamp of her integrity, With an undefaced perfection— perchance as these Nay Common Fame, hath scattered you, conceive me, Because pale jealousy (Cupid's angry Fool) Was frequent lodger at that sign of Folly; My husbands soon suspicious heart, that I In a close clouded looseness, should expose him To that desperate distraction of his fortunes, That sent him to the Sea, to nourish her, With your vain hope, that the Fame of frequent suitors, Was but a Mask of loose scapes, like men at Lotteries: You thought to put in for one Sir, but believe me, You have drawn a blank. became her look ferry black indeed, Oh my beloved husband, However in thy life, thy jealousy Sent thee so far to find death, I will be I will be married to nothing but thy memory. But shall the pies be spoiled then? Let her alone, if her husband do not know this. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Her Husband I told you was a madman. Why her Husbands dead sir. He is not dead Sir, he had it spread a purpose, he is in England, and in your house, and look: do ye not see him? Where, where? Here, here he is that hath found rash jealousy, Loves joys, and a wife whose discreet carriage Can intimate to all men a fair freedom. And to one be faithful, such a wife I prove, Her husband's glory worth a wealthy Love. You are welcome to my soul Sir. By my troth Master Wag this was a wag's trick indeed, but I knew I know ye, I remembered you a month ago, but that I had forgotten where I saw you. I knew you were a crafty Merchant, you helped my Master to such bargains upon the Exchange last night: here has been the merriest morning after it. My Pitchers broke just at the Well head, but give me leave to tell you Sir, that you have a noble Wife, and indeed such a one as wood worthily feast the very discretion of a wise man's desire, her wit ingeniously waits upon her virtue, and her virtue advisedly gives freedom to her wit, but because my marriage shall seriously proceed, I wed myself Sir to Obedience, and filial regularity, and vow to redeem in the duty of a son, the affection of a father. Becat was as well spoke as Randall herself could talk. All is forgotten now my best son Alexander, and that my wedding want no good company, I invite you all. Come my deserving Wife, Wisdom this day remarries us. And Gentlemen From all our errors we'll extract this truth, Where vicious ends prepose, they stand on wheels, And the least turn of chance throws up their heels: But virtue's Lovers ever green do last, Like Laurel which no lightning can blast.
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Length
507 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.823 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
She has dispatcht you Sir. And for a trueth sir, know you, I never meane to bee your Whore. This is strange. But true, as shee whose chast immaculate soule, Retaines the Noble stampe of her integritie, With an undefac't perfection—perchance as these Nay Common Fame, hath scattered you, conceive me, Because pale jealousie (Cupids angry Foole) Was frequent lodger at that signe of Folly; My husbands soone suspitious heart, that I In a close clouded loosenesse, shoo'd expose him To that desperate distraction of his fortunes, That sent him to the Sea, to nourish her, With your vaine hope, that the Fame of frequent suitors, Was but a Maske of loose scapes, like men at Lotteries: You thought to put in for one Sir, but beleeve me, You have drawne a blanke. Beca her looke ferry blacke indeed, Oh my beloved husband, However in thy life, thy jealousie Sent thee so farre to finde death, I will bee I will be married to nothing but thy memory. But shall the pyes be spoyl'd then? Let her alone, if her husband doe not know this. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Her Husband I told you was a madman. Why her Husbands dead sir. He is not dead Sir, hee had it spread a purpose, he is in England, and in your house, and looke: doe ye not see him? Where, where? Here, here hee is that hath found rash iealousie, Loues ioyes, and a wife whose discreet carriage Can intimate to all men a faire freedome. And to one be faithfull, such a vvife I proue, Her husbands glory worth a wealthy Loue. You are welcome to my soule Sir. By my troth Master Wag this was a waggs trick indeede, but I knew I know yee, I remembred you a moneth agoe, but that I had forgotten where I saw you. I knew you were a crafty Merchant, you helpt my Master to such bargaines vpon the Exchange last night: here has beene the merriest morning after it. My Pitchers broke iust at the Well head, but giue me leaue to tell you Sir, that you haue a noble Wife, and indeed such a one as wood worthily feast the very discretion of a wise mans desire, her wit ingeniously waytes vpon her vertue, and her vertue aduisedly giues freedome to her wit, but because my marriage shall seriously proceede, I wed my selfe Sir to Obedience, and filiall regularity, and vow to redeeme in the duty of a sonne, the affection of a father. Becat was as well spoke as Randall her selfe cood talke. All is forgotten now my best sonne Alexander, and that my wedding want no good company, I inuite you all. Come my deseruing Wife, Wisedome this day remarries vs. And Gentlemen From all our errours wee'le extract this truth, Where vitious ends prepose, they stand on wheeles, And the least turne of chance throwes vp their heeles: But vertues Louers euer greene doe last, Like Lawrell which no lightening can blast.