Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 481 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Now, where's your mistress? She bade me tell you that she will not come, And you have any business, you must come to her. O monstrous intolerable presumption, Worse than a blazing star, or snow at Midsummer, Earthquakes, or any thing unseasonable, She will not come: but he must come to her. Well sir, I pray you let's hear what Answer your wife will make. sirrah, command your mistress to come To me presently. I think my wife for all she did not come, Will prove most kind, for now I have no fear, For I am sure S' wife, she will not come. The more's the pity, than I must lose. But I have won, for see where Kate doth come. Sweet husband did you send for me. I did my love, I sent for thee to come, Come hither Kate, what's that upon thy head? Nothing husband but my cap I think. Pull it off and tread it under thy feet, 'tis foolish, I will not have thee wear it. She takes off her cap and treads on it. Oh wonderful metamorphosis. This is a wonder, almost past belief. This is a token of her true love to 〈◊〉 And yet I'll try her further you shall see, Come hither Kate, where are thy sisters? They be sitting in the bridal chamber. Fetch them hither, and if they will not come, Bring them perforce and make them come with thee. I will. I promise thee Ferando I would have sworn, Thy wife would ne'er have done so much for thee. But you shall see she will do more than this, For see where she brings her sisters forth by force. See husband, I have brought them both. 'tis well done Kate. I sure, and like a loving piece, your worthy To have great praise for this attempt. I for making a fool of herself and us, Beshrew thee Phylema thou hast Lost me a hundred pound to night, For I did lay that thou wouldst first have come. But thou Emelia hast lost me a great deal more. You might have kept it better then, Who bade you lay? Now lovely Kate, before their husbands here, I prithee tell unto these headstrong women, What duty wives do owe unto their Husbands. Then you that live thus by your pampered wills, Now list to me, and mark what I shall say, Th'eternal power that with his only breath, Shall cause this end, and this beginning frame, Not in time, nor before time, but with time confused, For all the course of years, of ages, months, Of seasons temperate, of days and hours, Are tuned and stopped by measure of his hand, The first world was, a form without a form, A heap confused, a mixture all deformed, A gulf of gulfs, a body bodiless. Where all the elements were orderless,
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Now, wher's your miſtris? She bade mee tell you that ſhee will not come, And you haue any buſineſſe, you muſt come to hir. O monſtrous intollerable preſumption, Worſe then a blaſing ſtar, or ſnow at Midſummer, Earthquakes, or any thing vnſeaſonable, She will not come: but he muſt come to hir. Wel ſir, I pray you lets heare what Anſwere your wife will make. ſirha, command your miſtris to come To me preſently. I thinke my wife for all ſhe did not come, Wil proue moſt kind, for now I haue no feare, For I am ſure Ferandos wife, ſhe will not come. The more's the pitty, then I muſt loſe. But I haue won, for ſee where Kate doth come. Sweete husband did you ſend for me. I did my loue, I ſent for thee to come, Come hither Kate, whats that vpon thy head? Nothing husband but my cap I thinke. Pul it off and tread it vnder thy feet, Tis fooliſh, I wil not haue thee weare it. She takes off her cap and treads on it. Oh wonderful metamorphoſis. This is a wonder, almoſt paſt beleefe. This is a token of her true loue to And yet Ile try her further you ſhall ſee, Come hither Kate, where are thy ſiſters? They be ſitting in the bridal chamber. Fetch them hither, and if they wil not come, Bring them perforce and make them come with thee. I will. I promiſe thee Ferando I would haue ſworne, Thy wife would ne'r haue done ſo much for thee. But you ſhal ſee ſhe wil do more then this, For ſee where ſhe brings her ſiſters forth by force. See husband, I haue brought them both. Tis wel done Kate. I ſure, and like a louing peece, your worthy To haue great praiſe for this attempt. I for making a foole of her ſelfe and vs, Beſhrew thee Phylema thou haſt Loſt me a hundred pound to night, For I did lay that thou wouldſt firſt haue come. But thou Emelia haſt loſt me a great deale more. You might haue kept it better then, Who bade you lay? Now louely Kate, before their husbands here, I prethee tel vnto theſe head-ſtrong women, What dewty wiues do owe vnto their Husbands. Then you that liue thus by your pampered wils, Now liſt to me, and marke what I ſhal ſay, Th'eternal power that with his only breath, Shall cauſe this end, and this beginning frame, Not in time, nor before time, but with time confus'd, For al the courſe of yeares, of ages, months, Of ſeaſons temperate, of dayes and houres, Are tun'd and ſtopt by meaſure of his hand, The firſt world was, a forme without a forme, A heape confus'd, a mixture al deform'd, A gulfe of gulfes, a body bodileſſe. Where al the elements were orderleſſe,