Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 497 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Dost thou hear Tailor, thou hast braved Many men: brave not me. thoust faced many men. Well sir. Face not me, i'll neither be faced nor braved At thy hands I can tell thee. Come, come, I like the fashion of it well enough, here's more ado than needs, I'll have it, I, And if you do not like it, hide your eyes, I think I shall have nothing by your will. Go I say, and take it up for your masters use. Souns villain, not for thy life, touch it not: Souns, take up my mistress gown to his masters use! Well sir, what's your conceit of it? I have a deeper conceit in it than you Think for, take up my mistress gown To his masters use. Tailer, come hither, for this time make it: Hence again, and I'll content thee for thy pains. I thank you sir. Come Kate, we now will go see thy father's house, Even in these honest mean habiliments, Our purses shallbe rich, our garments plain, To shroud our bodies from the winter rage, And that's enough, what should we care for more? Thy sisters, Kate, to morrow must be wed. And I have promised them thou shouldst be there, The morning is well, up, let's haste away, It will be nine aclocke ere we come there. Nine aclocke, why 'tis already past two In the afternoon by all the clocks in the town. I say 'tis but nine aclocke in the morning. I say 'tis two aclocke in the afternoon. It shall be nine then ere you go to your fathers: Come back again, we will not go to day: Nothing but crossing me still? I'll have you say as I do ere I go. Fair Emelia, summer's bright sun Queen, Brighter of hue than is the burning clime, Where Phoebus in his bright Aequator sits, Creating gold and precious minerals, What would Emelia do if I were forced To leave fair Athens, and to range the world? Should thou assay to scale the fear of Ioue, Mounting the subtle airy regions, Or be snatched up as erst was Ganymede, Love should give wings unto my swift desires, And prune my thoughts that I would follow thee, Or fall and perish as did Icarus. Sweetly resolved, fair Emilia, But would Philema say as much to me, If I should ask a question now of thee? What if the Duke of Cestus' only son, Which came with me unto your father's house, Should seek to get Philema love from me, And make thee Duchess of that stately town, Wouldst thou not then forsake me for his love? Not for great Neptune, no not Ioue himself, Will Philema leave Aurelius' love, Can he install me Empress of the world, Or make me Queen and guidress of the heaven, Yet would I not exchange my love for his, Thy company is poor Phylemaes heaven, And without thee, heaven were hell to me.
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Dooſt thou heare Tailor, thou haſt braued Many men: braue not me. Th'aſt fac'd many men. Wel ſir. Face not me, i'le neither be fac'd nor braued At thy hands I can tell thee. Come, come, I like the faſhion of it wel inough, Heere's more adoe than needes, I'le haue it, I, And if you doe not like it, hide your eies, I thinke I ſhall haue nothing by your will. Go I ſay, and take it vp for your maiſters vſe. Souns villaine, not for thy life, touch it not: Souns, take vp my miſtris gowne to his Maiſters vſe! Well ſir, what's your conceit of it? I haue a deeper conceit in it than you Thinke for, take vp my miſtris gowne To his maiſters vſe. Tailer, come hither, for this time make it: Hence againe, and Ile content thee for thy paines. I thanke you ſir. Come Kate, wee now will goe ſee thy fathers house, Euen in theſe honeſt meane abiliments, Our purſes ſhalbe rich, our garments plaine, To ſhrowd our bodies from the winter rage, And that's inough, what ſhould we care for more? Thy ſiſters, Kate, to morrow muſt be wed. And I haue promiſed them thou ſhould'ſt be there, The morning is well, vp, lets haſte away, It wil be nine aclocke ere we come there. Nine aclocke, why tis already paſt two In the afternoone by al the clockes in the towne. I ſay tis but nine aclocke in the morning. I ſay tis two aclocke in the afternoone. It ſhal be nine then ere you go to your fathers: Come backe againe, we will not goe to day: Nothing but croſſing me ſtil? Ile haue you ſay as I doe ere I goe. Faire Emelia, ſummers bright ſun Queene, Brighter of hew than is the burning clime, Where Phoebus in his bright Aequator ſits, Creating golde and pretious mineralls, What would Emelia doe if I were forc'd To leaue faire Athens, and to range the world? Should thou aſſay to ſcale the feare of Ioue, Mounting the ſuttle airie regions, Or be ſnatcht vp as erſt was Ganimede, Loue ſhould giue wings vnto my ſwift deſires, And prune my thoughts that I would follow thee, Or fall and periſh as did Icarus. Sweetly reſolued, faire Emlia, But would Philema ſay as much to me, If I ſhould aske a queſtion now of thee? What if the Duke of Ceſtus onely ſonne, Which came with me vnto your fathers houſe, Should ſeeke to get Philemas loue from me, And make thee Dutcheſſe of that ſtately towne, Would'ſt thou not then forſake me for his loue? Not for great Neptune, no not Ioue himſelfe, Will Philema leaue Aurelius loue, Could he enſtall me Empreſſe of the world, Or make me Queene and guidreſſe of the heauen, Yet would I not exchange my loue for his, Thy company is poore Phylemaes heauen, And without thee, heauen were hell to me.