Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 468 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Fie Ferando, not thus attired for shame, Come to my Chamber, and there 〈◊〉 thyself, Of twenty suits that I did never wear. Tush Polidor, I have as many suits Fantastic made to fit my humour so, As any in Athens, and as richly wrought As was the Massy rob that late adorned The stately legate of the Persian King, And this from them have I made choice to wear. I prithee Ferando let me entreat Before thou go'st unto the church with us, To put some other suit upon thy back. Not for the world, if I might gain it so, And therefore take me thus, or not at al. But soft, see where my Kate doth come, I must salute her: how fares my lovely Kate, What, art thou ready? shall we go to church? Not I with one so mad, so basely tired, To marry such a filthy slavish groom, That as it seems sometimes is from his wits, Or else he would not thus have come to us. Tush Kate these words add greater love in me, And makes me think thee fairer than before: Sweet Kate, thou lovelier than Diana's purple to be, Whiter than are the snowy Apenis, Or icy hair that grows on Boreas' chin. Father, I swear by Ibis' golden beale, More fair and Radiant is my bony Kate, Then silver Xanthus when he doth embrace The ruddy Simieses at Ides feet, And care not thou, sweet Kate, how I be clad, Thou shalt have garments wrought of Median 〈◊〉, Enchased with precious jewels fetched from far, By Italian merchants that with Russian stems, Ploughs up huge furrows in the 〈◊〉 Main, And better far my lovely Kate shall wear: Then come sweet love, and let us to the church, For this I swear shall be my wedding suit. Come gentlemen go along with us, For thus, do what we can, he will be wed. Come hither sirrah, boy. Boy, oh disgrace to my person! son's, boy Of your face, you have many boys with such Pickadenaunts I am sure, 'zounds would you Not have a bloody nose for this? Come, come, I did but jest, where is that Same piece of pie that I gave thee to keep? The pie? I, you have more mind of your belly Then to go see what your master does. Tush, 'tis no matter man, I prithee give it me, I am very hungry I promise thee. Why you may take it, and the devil burst You with it, one cannot save a bit after supper, But you are always ready to munch it up. Why come man, we shall have good cheer Anon at the bridehouse, for your master's gone to Church to be married already, and there's Such cheer as passeth.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Fie Ferando, not thus attired for ſhame, Come to my Chamber, and there thy ſelfe, Of twenty ſutes that I did neuer weare. Tuſh Polidor, I haue as many ſutes Fantaſtike made to fit my humor ſo, As any in Athens, and as richly wrought As was the Maſsie Robe that late adorn'd The ſtately legat of the Perſian King, And this from them haue I made choiſe to weare. I prethee Ferando let me intreat Before thou go'ſt vnto the church with vs, To put ſome other ſute vpon thy backe. Not for the world, if I might gaine it ſo, And therefore take me thus, or not at al. But ſoft, ſee where my Kate doth come, I muſt ſalute hir: how fares my louely Kate, What, art thou ready? ſhal we go to church? Not I with one ſo mad, ſo baſely tir'd, To marry ſuch a filthy ſlauiſh groome, That as it ſeemes ſometimes is from hi wits, Or ele he would not thus haue come to vs. Tuſh Kate theſe words adde greater loue in me, And makes me thinke thee fairer then before: Sweet Kate, thou louelier then Dianas purple to be, Whiter then are the ſnowie Apenis, Or icie haire that growes on Boreas chin. Father, I ſweare by Ibis golden beale, More faire and Radiant is my bony Kate, Then ſiluer Zanthus when he doth imbrace The ruddie Simies at Ids feete, And care not thou, ſweet Kate, how I be clad, Thou ſhalt haue garments wrought of Median , Enchac'd with pretious iewels fetcht from far, By Italian marchants that with Ruſsian ſtemes, Plowes vp huge furrowes in the Maie, And better far my louely Kate ſhal weare: Then come ſweet loue, and let vs to the church, For this I ſweare ſhal be my wedding ſute. Come gentlemen go along with vs, For thus, do what we can, he will be wed. Come hither ſirha, boy. Boy, oh diſgrace to my perſon! ſounes, boy Of your face, you haue many boyes with ſuch Pickadenaunts I am ſure, ſouns would you Not haue a bloudy noſe for this? Come, come, I did but ieſt, where is that Same peece of pie that I gaue thee to keepe? The pie? I, you haue more mind of your belly Then to go ſee what your maiſter dooes. Tuſh, tis no matter man, I prethee giue it me, I am very hungry I promiſe thee. Why you may take it, and the diuel burſt You with it, one cannot ſaue a bit after ſupper, But you are alwaies ready to munch it vp. Why come man, we ſhall haue good cheere Anon at the bridehouſe, for your maiſter's gone to Church to be married already, and theres Such cheere as paſſeth.