Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.80 · 486 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
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. Y faith sir no, the woodcoke wants his tail. But yet his bill will serve, if the other fail, How now Feranda, what, 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 to morrow 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? But yet I will consent and marry him, (For I me thinks have lived too long a maid,) And match him too, or else his manhood a good. Give me thy hand, Ferando loves thee well, And will with wealth and ease maintain thy state. Here Ferando, take her for thy wise. And sunday next shall be our 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 high 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 daie's at hand, Son, far you well, and see you keep your promise So, all thus far goes well. Ho Saunder. Saunder, I faith you are a beast, I cry God heartily mercy, my hearts 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, dost 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 wooed her, and had this Cloak that you have, I'd have had her before she Had gone a foot further, and you talk of Woodcoks for all this. With her, and I cannot tell you what. Well sirrah, and yet thou seest I have got her I mary, 'twas more by hap then any good cunning, I hope she'll make you one of the head men of the parish shortly. Well sirrah, leave your jesting and go to Polidor's house, The young gentleman that was here with me, And tell him the circumstance of all thou know'st, Tell him on sunday next we must be married, And if he ask thee whither I am gone, Tell him into the country to my house, And upon Sunday i'll be here again.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 301–352 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 25 in this edition
Length
486 words · 612 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matchescross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.803 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T6 · seed 44: T7 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I prithy do 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. Y faith ſir no, the woodcoke wants his taile. But yet his bil will ſerue, if the other faile, How now Feranda, what, my daughter? Shee's 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 mean to do with me, To giue me thus vnto this brainſicke man, That in his mood cares not to murder me? But yet I will conſent and marry him, (For I me thinkes haue liu'de too long a maide,) And match him too, or elſe his manhood a good. Giue me thy hand, Ferando loues thee well, And will with wealth and eaſe maintaine thy ſtate. Here Ferando, take her for thy wiſe. And ſunday next ſhall be our wedding day. Why ſo, did I not tel thee I ſhould be the man? Father, I leaue my louely Kate with you, Prouide your ſelues againſt our mariage day, For I muſt hie me to my country houſe In haſte, to ſee prouiſion may be made, To entertaine my Kate when ſhe doth come. Do ſo, come Kate, why doſt thou looke So ſad? be mery wench, thy wedding daie's at hand, Sonne, fare you wel, and ſee you keepe your promiſe So, al thus far goes well. Ho Sander. Sander, I faith you are a beaſt, I crie God hartilie mercy, my harts ready to run out of my belly with laughing, I ſtood behinde the doore al this while, And heard what you ſaid to hir. Why, dooſt thou thinke that I did not ſpeake wel to hir? You ſpoke like an aſſe to hir, ile tell you what, And I had been there to haue woo'd hir, and had this Cloke that you haue, chud haue had hir before ſhe Had gone a foot furder, and you talke of Woodcoks for al this. With hir, and I cannot tell you what. Well ſirha, and yet thou ſeeſt I haue got hir I mary, twas more by hap then any good cunning, I hope ſheele make you one of the head men of the pariſh ſhortly. Wel ſirha, leaue your ieaſting and go to Polidors houſe, The yong gentleman that was here with me, And tel him the circumſtance of al thou knowſt, Tel him on ſunday next we muſt be married, And if he aske thee whither I am gone, Tel him into the countrey to my houſe, And vpon Sunday ile be here againe.