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<title>The Spectator</title>
  <number>no. 171</number>
  <date>1711-09-15</date>
  <author>Joseph Addison</author>
  <quotation>Credula res amor est ---Ovid. Met.</quotation>
  <translation>Ovid, Met. vii. 826.</translation>
  <translation>Love is a credulous passion</translation>
  </header>
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<paragraph>HAVING in my Yesterday's Paper discovered the Nature of
Jealousie, and pointed out the Persons who are most subject to it,
I must here apply my self to my fair Correspondents, who desire to
live well with a Jealous Husband, and to ease his Mind of its
unjust Suspicions.</paragraph>
<paragraph>The first Rule I shall propose to be observed
is, that you never seem to dislike in another what the Jealous Man
is himself guilty of, or to admire any thing in which he himself
does not excel. A Jealous Man is very quick in his Applications, he
knows how to find a double Edge in an Invective, and to draw a
Satyr on himself out of a Panegyrick on another. He does not
trouble himself to consider the Person, but to direct the
Character; and is secretly pleased or confounded as he finds more
or less of himself in it. The Commendation of any thing in another,
stirs up his Jealousy, as it shews you have a Value for others,
besides himself; but the Commendation of that which he himself
wants, inflames him more, as it shews that in some Respects you
prefer others before him. Jealousie is admirably described in this
View by <italic>Horace</italic> in his Ode to <italic>Lydia</italic>
[;<footnote name="(1)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote171.xml"></footnote>]</paragraph>

<quotation><italic>Quum tu, Lydia, Telephi</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Cervicem roseam, et cerea Telephi</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Laudas brachia, vae meum Fervens</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>difficili bile tumet jecur:</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Tunc nec mens mihi, nec color</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Cert&#226; sede manet; humor et in genas</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Furtim labitur, arguens</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Quam lentis penitus macerer ignibus.</italic></quotation>

<translation><italic>When</italic> Telephus <italic>his youthful Charms,</italic></translation>
<translation><italic>His rosie Neck and winding Arms,</italic></translation>
<translation><italic>With endless Rapture you recite,</italic></translation>
<translation><italic>And in the pleasing Name delight;</italic></translation>
<translation><italic>My Heart, inflam'd by jealous Heats</italic>,</translation>
<translation><italic>With numberless Resentments beats;</italic></translation>
<translation><italic>From my pale Cheek the Colour flies,</italic></translation>
<translation><italic>And all the Man within me dies:</italic></translation>
<translation><italic>By Turns my hidden Grief appears</italic></translation>
<translation><italic>In ruing Sighs and failing Tears,</italic></translation>
<translation><italic>That shew too well the warm Desires,</italic></translation>
<translation><italic>The silent, slow, consuming Fires,</italic></translation>
<translation><italic>Which on my inmost Vitals prey,</italic></translation>
<translation><italic>And melt my very Soul away.</italic></translation>

<paragraph>The Jealous Man is not indeed angry if you dislike another, but if you find
those Faults which are to be found in his own Character, you
discover not only your Dislike of another, but of himself. In
short, he is so desirous of in grossing all your Love, that he is
grieved at the want of any Charm, which he believes has Power to
raise it; and if he finds by your Censures on others, that he is
not so agreeable in your Opinion as he might be, he naturally
concludes you could love him better if he had other Qualifications,
and that by Consequence your Affection does not rise so high as he
thinks it ought. If therefore his Temper be grave or sullen, you
must not be too much pleased with a Jest, or transported with any
thing that is gay and diverting. If his Beauty be none of the best,
you must be a professed Admirer of Prudence, or any other Quality
he is Master of, or at least vain enough to think he is.</paragraph>
<paragraph>In the next place, you must be sure to be free and open in your
Conversation with him, and to let in Light upon your Actions, to
unravel all your Designs, and discover every Secret however
trifling or indifferent. A jealous Husband has a particular
Aversion to Winks and Whispers, and if he does not see to the
Bottom of every thing, will be sure to go beyond it in his Fears
and Suspicions. He will always expect to be your chief Confident,
and where he finds himself kept out of a Secret, will believe there
is more in it than there should be. And here it is of great
concern, that you preserve the Character of your Sincerity uniform
and of a piece: for if he once finds a false Gloss put upon any
single Action, he quickly suspects all the rest; his working
Imagination immediately takes a false Hint, and runs off with it
into several remote Consequences, till he has proved very ingenious
in working out his own Misery.</paragraph>
<paragraph>If both these Methods fail, the best
way will be to let him see you are much cast down and afflicted for
the ill Opinion he entertains of you, and the Disquietudes he
himself suffers for your Sake. There are many who take a kind of
barbarous Pleasure in the Jealousy of those [who<footnote name="(2)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote171.xml"></footnote>] love them,
that insult over an aking Heart, and triumph in their Charms which
are able to excite so much Uneasiness.</paragraph>

<quotation><italic>Ardeat ipsa licet tormentis gaudet amantis.</italic>-Juv.</quotation>

<paragraph>But these often carry the Humour so far, till
their affected Coldness and Indifference quite kills all the
Fondness of a Lover, and are then sure to meet in their Turn with
all the Contempt and Scorn that is due to so insolent a Behaviour.
On the contrary, it is very probable a melancholy, dejected
Carriage, the usual effects of injured Innocence, may soften the
jealous Husband into Pity, make him sensible of the Wrong he does
you, and work out of his Mind all those Fears and Suspicions that
make you both unhappy. At least it will have this good Effect, that
he will keep his Jealousy to himself, and repine in private, either
because he is sensible it is a Weakness, and will therefore hide it
from your Knowledge, or because he will be apt to fear some ill
Effect it may produce, in cooling your Love towards him, or
diverting it to another.</paragraph>
<paragraph>There is still another Secret that can
never fail, if you can once get it believ'd, and what is often
practis'd by Women of greater Cunning than Virtue: This is to
change Sides for a while with the jealous Man, and to turn his own
Passion upon himself; to take some Occasion of growing Jealous of
him, and to follow the Example he himself hath set you. This
Counterfeited Jealousy will bring him a great deal of Pleasure, if
he thinks it real; for he knows experimentally how much Love goes
along with [this Passion,<footnote name="(3)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote171.xml"></footnote>]
and will [besides feel<footnote name="(4)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote171.xml"></footnote>]
something like the Satisfaction of a Revenge, in seeing you undergo
all his own Tortures. But this, indeed, is an Artifice so
difficult, and at the same time so disingenuous, that it ought
never to be put in Practice, but by such as have Skill enough to
cover the Deceit, and Innocence to render it excusable.</paragraph>
<paragraph>I shall conclude this Essay with the Story of <italic>Herod</italic> and <italic>Marianne,</italic> as I have
collected it out of <italic>Josephus;</italic><footnote name="(5)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote171.xml"></footnote> which may serve almost as an
Example to whatever can be said on this Subject.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Marianne</italic> had all the Charms that Beauty, Birth, Wit and Youth could give a Woman,
and <italic>Herod</italic> all the Love that such Charms are able to raise in a warm
and amorous Disposition. In the midst of this his Fondness for
<italic>Marianne,</italic> he put her Brother to Death, as he did her Father not
many Years after. The Barbarity of the Action was represented to
<italic>Mark Antony,</italic> who immediately summoned <italic>Herod</italic> into <italic>Egypt,</italic> to answer
for the Crime that was there laid to his Charge. <italic>Herod</italic> attributed
the Summons to <italic>Antony's</italic> Desire of <italic>Marianne,</italic> whom therefore, before
his Departure, he gave into the Custody of his Uncle <italic>Joseph,</italic> with
private Orders to put her to Death, if any such Violence was
offered to himself. This <italic>Joseph</italic> was much delighted with <italic>Marianne's</italic>
Conversation, and endeavoured, with all his Art and Rhetorick, to
set out the Excess of <italic>Herod's</italic> Passion for her; but when he still
found her Cold and Incredulous, he inconsiderately told her, as a
certain Instance of her Lord's Affection, the private Orders he had
left behind him, which plainly shewed, according to <italic>Joseph's</italic>
Interpretation, that he could neither Live nor Die without her.
This Barbarous Instance of a wild unreasonable Passion quite put
out, for a time, those little Remains of Affection she still had
for her Lord: Her Thoughts were so wholly taken up with the Cruelty
of his Orders, that she could not consider the Kindness that
produced them, and therefore represented him in her Imagination,
rather under the frightful Idea of a Murderer than a Lover. Herod
was at length acquitted and dismissed by <italic>Mark Antony,</italic> when his Soul
was all in Flames for his <italic>Marianne;</italic> but before their Meeting, he
was not a little alarm'd at the Report he had heard of his Uncle's
Conversation and Familiarity with her in his Absence. This
therefore was the first Discourse he entertained her with, in which
she found it no easy matter to quiet his Suspicions. But at last he
appeared so well satisfied of her Innocence, that from Reproaches
and Wranglings he fell to Tears and Embraces. Both of them wept
very tenderly at their Reconciliation, and <italic>Herod</italic> poured out his
whole Soul to her in the warmest Protestations of Love and
Constancy: when amidst all his Sighs and Languishings she asked
him, whether the private Orders he left with his Uncle <italic>Joseph</italic> were
an Instance of such an inflamed Affection. The Jealous King was
immediately roused at so unexpected a Question, and concluded his
Uncle must have been too Familiar with her, before he would have
discovered such a Secret. In short, he put his Uncle to Death, and
very difficulty prevailed upon himself to spare <italic>Marianne.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>After this he was forced on a second Journey into <italic>Egypt,</italic> when he
committed his Lady to the Care of <italic>Sohemus,</italic> with the same private
Orders he had before given his Uncle, if any Mischief befel
himself: In the mean while <italic>Marianne</italic> so won upon <italic>Sohemus</italic> by her
Presents and obliging Conversation, that she drew all the Secret
from him, with which <italic>Herod</italic> had intrusted him; so that after his
Return, when he flew to her with all the Transports of Joy and
Love, she received him coldly with Sighs and Tears, and all the
Marks of Indifference and Aversion. This Reception so stirred up
his Indignation, that he had certainly slain her with his own
Hands, had not he feared he himself should have become the greater
Sufferer by it. It was not long after this, when he had another
violent Return of Love upon him; <italic>Marianne</italic> was therefore sent for to
him, whom he endeavoured to soften and reconcile with all possible
conjugal Caresses and Endearments; but she declined his Embraces,
and answered all his Fondness with bitter Invectives for the Death
of her Father and her Brother. This Behaviour so incensed <italic>Herod,</italic>
that he very hardly refrained from striking her; when in the Heat
of their Quarrel there came in a Witness, suborn'd by some of
<italic>Marianne's</italic> Enemies, who accused her to the King of a Design to
poison him. Herod was now prepared to hear any thing in her
Prejudice, and immediately ordered her Servant to be stretch'd upon
the Rack; who in the Extremity of his Tortures confest, that his
Mistress's Aversion to the King arose from [something<footnote name="(6)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote171.xml"></footnote>] <italic>Sohemus</italic>
had told her; but as for any Design of poisoning, he utterly
disowned the least Knowledge of it. This Confession quickly proved
fatal to <italic>Sohemus,</italic> who now lay under the same Suspicions and
Sentence that <italic>Joseph</italic> had before him on the like Occasion. Nor would
<italic>Herod</italic> rest here; but accused her with great Vehemence of a Design
upon his Life, and by his Authority with the Judges had her
publickly Condemned and Executed. <italic>Herod</italic> Soon after her Death grew
melancholy and dejected, retiring from the Publick Administration
of Affairs into a solitary Forest, and there abandoning himself to
all the black Considerations, which naturally arise from a Passion
made up of Love, Remorse, Pity and Despair, he used to rave for his
<italic>Marianne,</italic> and to call upon her in his distracted Fits; and in all
probability would soon have followed her, had not his Thoughts been
seasonably called off from so sad an Object by Publick Storms,
which at that Time very nearly threatned him.</paragraph>
<paragraph>L.</paragraph>

<paragraph>1. [,part of which I find Translated to my Hand.]</paragraph>
<paragraph>2. [that]</paragraph>
<paragraph>3. [it]</paragraph>
<paragraph>4. [receive]</paragraph>
<paragraph>5. Antiquities of the Jews, Bk. xv. ch. iii. &#167; 5,6, 9; ch. vii. &#167; 1,2, &#38;c.</paragraph>
<paragraph>6. [some thing that]</paragraph>
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