Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Ha Kate, Come hither wench & list to me, Use this gentleman friendly as thou canst. twenty good morrows to my lovely Kate. You jest I am sure, is she yours already? I tell thee Kate I know thou lov'st me well. The devil you do, who told you so? My mind sweet Kate doth say I am the man, Must wed, and bed, and marry bonny Kate. Was ever seen so gross an ass as this? ay, to stand so long and never get a kiss. Hands off I say, and get you from this place; Or I will set my ten commandments in your face. I prithee do kate; they say thou art a shrew, And I like thee the better for I would have thee so. Let go my hand, for fear it reach your ear. No kate, this hand is mine and I thy love. In faith sir no the woodcock wants his tail. But yet his bill will serve, if the other fail. How now Ferando, what says my daughter? she's willing sir and loves me as her life. 'tis for your skin then, but not to be your wife. Come hither Kate and let me give thy hand To him that I have chosen for thy love, And thou tomorrow shalt be wed to him. Why father, what do you mean to do with me, To give me thus unto this brainsick man, That in his mood cares not to murder me? She turns aside and speaks. But yet I will consent and marry him, For I methinks have lived too long a maid, And match him to, or else his manhoods good. Give me thy hand Ferando loves thee well, And will with wealth and ease maintain thy state. Here Ferando take her for thy wife, And sunday next shall be your wedding day. Why so, did I not tell thee I should be the man Father, I leave my lovely Kate with you, Provide yourselves against our marriage day, For I must hie me to my country house In haste, to see provision may be made, To entertain my Kate when she doth come. do so, come Kate, why dost thou look So sad, be merry wench thy wedding days at hand. Son fare you well, and see you keep your promise. So, all thus far goes well. Ho Saunder. Sander, i'faith your a beast, I cry God heartily Mercy, my heart's ready to run out of my belly with Laughing, I stood behind the door all this while, And heard what you said to her. Why didst thou think that I did not speak well to her? You spoke like an ass to her, I'll tell you what, And I had been there to have wood her, and had this Cloak on that you have, I'd have had her before she Had gone afoot further, and you talk of Woodcocks with her, and I cannot tell you what.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Ha Kate, Come hither wench & liſt to me, Vſe this gentleman friendlie as thou canſt. Twentie good morrowes to my louely Kate. You ieſt I am ſure, is ſhe yours alreadie? I tell thee Kate I know thou lou'ſt me well. The deuill you doo, who told you ſo? My mind ſweet Kate doth ſay I am the man, Muſt wed, and bed, and marrie bonnie Kate. Was euer ſeene ſo groſe an aſſe as this? I, to ſtand ſo long and neuer get a kiſſe. Hands off I ſay, and get you from this place; Or I wil ſet my ten commandments in your face. I prethe doo kate; they ſay thou art a ſhrew, And I like thee the better for I would haue thee ſo. Let go my hand, for feare it reach your eare. No kate, this hand is mine and I thy loue. In faith ſir no the woodcock wants his taile. But yet his bil wil ſerue, if the other faile. How now Ferando, what ſaies my daughter? Shees willing ſir and loues me as hir life. Tis for your skin then, but not to be your wife. Come hither Kate and let me giue thy hand To him that I haue choſen for thy loue, And thou to morrow ſhalt be wed to him. Why father, what do you meane to do with me, To giue me thus vnto this brainſick man, That in his mood cares not to murder me? She turnes aſide and ſpeakes. But yet I will conſent and marrie him, For I methinkes haue liude too long a maid, And match him to, or elſe his manhoods good. Giue me thy hand Ferando loues thee wel, And will with wealth and eaſe maintaine thy ſtate. Here Ferando take her for thy wife, And ſunday next ſhall be your wedding day. Why ſo, did I not tell thee I ſhould be the man Father, I leaue my louelie Kate with you, Prouide your ſelues againſt our mariage daie, For I muſt hie me to my countrie houſe In haſt, to ſee prouiſion may be made, To entertaine my Kate when ſhe dooth come. Doo ſo, come Kate, why dooſt thou looke So ſad, be merrie wench thy wedding daies at hand. Sonne fare you well, and ſee you keepe your promiſe. So, all thus farre goes well. Ho Saunder. Sander, I faith your a beaſt, I crie God hartilie Mercie, my harts readie to run out of my bellie with Laughing, I ſtood behind the doore all this while, And heard what you ſaid to hir. Why didſt thou think that I did not ſpeake wel to hir? You ſpoke like an aſſe to her, Ile tel you what, And I had been there to haue woode hir, and had this Cloke on that you haue, chud haue had her before ſhe Had gone a foot furder, and you talke of Woodcocks with her, and I cannot tell you what.