Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 485 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Before the great Commander of the world. The King of kings, the glorious God of heaven, Who in six days did frame his heavenly work, And made all things to stand in perfect course, Then to his image he did make a man Old Adam, and from his side asleep A rib was 〈◊〉, of which the Lord did make The woe of man so termed by Adam then, Woman, for that by her 〈◊〉 sin to us, And for her sin was Adam doom to die. As Sara to her husband so should we, Obey them, love them, keep and nourish them, If they by any means do want our helps, Laying our hands under their feet to tread, If that by that we might procure their ease, And for a precedent I'll first begin; And lay my hand under my husband's feet. She lays her hand under her husband's feet. Enough sweet, the wager thou hast won, And they I am sure cannot deny the same. I Ferando, the wager thou hast won, And for to show thee how I am pleased in this, A hundred pounds I freely give thee more. Another dowry for another daughter, For she is not the same she was before. Thanks, sweet father, gentlemen, good night, For Kate and I will leave you for to night, 'tis Kate and I am wed, and you are sped: And so farewell, for we will to our beds. Now Aurelius, what say you to this? Believe me father, I rejoice to see Ferando and his wife so lovingly agree. How now Polidor? in a dump? what sayst thou man? I say thou art a shrew. That's better than a sheep. Well, since 'tis done, come, let's go. Now that the darksome night is overpast, And dawning day appears in crystal sky, Now must I haste abroad: but soft, who's this? What Sly, O wondrous! hath he lain here all night? I'll wake him, I think he's starved by this, But that his belly was so stuffed with ale: What now Sly, awake for shame. Sim, gives some more wine, what all the Players gone? am not I a Lord? A Lord with a murrain: come, art thou drunken still? Who's this? Tapster, O Lord sirrah, I have had the bravest dream to night, that ever thou heardest in all thy life. Yea mary, but you had best get you home, For your wife will coarse you for dreaming here to night. Will she? I know now how to tame a shrew, I dreamt upon it all this night till now, And thou hast waked me out of the best dream That ever I had in my life: but I'll to my wife presently, and tame her too if she anger me. Nay tarry Sly, for I'll go home with thee, And hear the rest that thou hast dreamt to night.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Before the great Commander of the world. The King of kings, the glorious God of heauen, Who in ſix daies did frame his heauenly worke, And made al things to ſtand in perfect courſe, Then to his image he did make a man Olde Adam, and from his ſide aſleepe A rib was , of which the Lord did make The woe of man ſo termd by Adam then, Woman, for that by her ſinne to vs, And for her ſinne was Adam doom to die. As Sara to her husband ſo ſhould we, Obey them, loue them, keepe and nouriſh them, If they by any meanes do want our helpes, Laying our hands vnder their feet to tread, If that by that we might procure their eaſe, And for a preſident Ile firſt begin; And lay my hand vnder my husbands feet. She laies her hand vnder her husbands feet. Inough ſweet, the wager thou haſt won, And they I am ſure cannot deny the ſame. I Ferando, the wager thou haſt won, And for to ſhew thee how I am pleaſd in this, A hundred pounds I freely giue thee more. Another dowry for another daughter, For ſhe is not the ſame ſhe was before. Thanks, ſweet father, gentlemen, good night, For Kate and I will leaue you for to night, Tis Kate and I am wed, and you are ſped: And ſo farewell, for we will to our beds. Now Aurelius, what ſay you to this? Beleeue me father, I rejoyce to ſee Ferando and his wife ſo louingly agree. How now Polidor? in a dumpe? what ſaiſt thou man? I ſay thou arte a ſhrew. That's better than a ſheepe. Well, ſince tis done, come, lets goe. Now that the darkeſome night is ouerpaſt, And dawning day appeares in criſtall skie, Now muſt I haſte abroade: but ſoft, who's this? What Slie, O wondrous! hath he laine heere all night? Ile wake him, I thinke hee's ſtarued by this, But that his belly was ſo ſtufft with ale: What now Slie, awake for ſhame. Sim, giues ſome more wine, what all the Players gone? am not I a Lord? A Lord with a murrin: come, art thou drunken ſtill? Who's this? Tapſter, O Lord ſirrha, I haue had the braueſt dreame to night, that euer thou heardeſt in all thy life. Yea mary, but you had beſt get you home, For your wife will courſe you for dreaming heere to night. Wil ſhe? I know now how to tame a ſhrew, I dreamt vpon it all this night till now, And thou haſt wakt me out of the beſt dreame That euer I had in my life: but Ile to my wife preſently, and tame her too if ſhe anger me. Nay tarry Slie, for Ile goe home with thee, And heare the reſt that thou haſt dreamt to night.