Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I pray you Sir let him go while the humour lasts. A my word, and she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him. She may perhaps call him halfe a score Knaves, or so: Why that's nothing; and he begin once, he'll rail in his rope tricks. I'll tell you what sir, and she stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal then a Cat: you know him not sir. Tarry Petruchio, I must go with thee, For in Baptista's keep my treasure is: He hath the jewel of my life in hold, His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca, And her withholds from me. Other more Suitors to her, and rivals in my Love: Supposing it a thing impossible, For those defects I have before rehearsed, That ever Katherine will be wooed: Therefore this order hath Baptista ta'en, That none shall have access unto Bianca, Till Katherine the Cursed, have got a husband. Katherine the cursed, A title for a maid, of all titles the worst. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace, And offer me disguised in sober robes, To old Baptista as a schoolmaster Well seen in Music, to instruct Bianca, That so I may by this device at least Have leave and leisure to make love to her, And unsuspected court her by herself. here's no knavery. See, to beguile the old-folks, how the young folks lay their heads together. Master, master, look about you: Who goes there? ha'. Peace Grumio, it is the rival of my Love.. Petruchio stand by a while. A proper stripling, and an amorous. O very well, I have perused the note: Hark you sir, I'll have them very fairly bound, All books of Love, see that at any hand, And see you read no other Lectures to her: You understand me. Over and beside Signior Baptista's liberality, I'll mend it with a Largesse. Take your paper too, And let me have them very well perfumed; For she is sweeter than perfume itself To whom they go to: what will you read to her. What ere I read to her, I'll plead for you, As for my patron, stand you so assured, As firmly as yourself were still in place, Yea and perhaps with more successful words Than you; unless you were a scholar sir. Oh this learning, what a thing it is. Oh this Woodcock, what an Ass it is. Peace sirrah. Grumio mum: God save you signior Gremio. And you are well met, Signior Hortensio. Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola, I promised to inquire carefully About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca, And by good fortune I have lighted well On this young man: For learning and behaviour Fit for her turn, well read in Poetry And other books, good ones, I warrant ye.
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I pray you Sir let him go while the humor laſts. A my word, and ſhe knew him as wel as I do, ſhe would thinke ſcolding would doe little good vpon him. Shee may perhaps call him halfe a ſcore Knaues, or ſo: Why that's nothing; and he begin once, hee'l raile in his rope trickes. Ile tell you what ſir, and ſhe ſtand him but a litle, he wil throw a figure in her face, and ſo disfigure hir with it, that ſhee ſhal haue no more eies to ſee withall then a Cat: you know him not ſir. Tarrie Petruchio, I muſt go with thee, For in Baptiſtas keepe my treaſure is: He hath the Iewel of my life in hold, His yongeſt daughter, beautiful Bianca, And her with-holds from me. Other more Suters to her, and riuals in my Loue: Suppoſing it a thing impoſſible, For thoſe defects I haue before rehearſt, That euer Katherina wil be woo'd: Therefore this order hath Baptiſta tane, That none ſhal haue acceſſe vnto Bianca, Til Katherine the Curſt, haue got a husband. Katherine the curſt, A title for a maide, of all titles the worſt. Now ſhal my friend Petruchio do me grace, And offer me diſguis'd in ſober robes, To old Baptiſta as a ſchoole-maſter Well ſeene in Muſicke, to inſtruct Bianca, That ſo I may by this deuice at leaſt Haue leaue and leiſure to make loue to her, And vnſuſpected court her by her ſelfe. Heere's no knauerie. See, to beguile the olde-folkes, how the young folkes lay their heads together. Maſter, maſter, looke about you: Who goes there? ha. Peace Grumio, it is the riuall of my Loue. Petruchio ſtand by a while. A proper ſtripling, and an amorous. O very well, I haue perus'd the note: Hearke you ſir, Ile haue them verie fairely bound, All bookes of Loue, ſee that at any hand, And ſee you reade no other Lectures to her: You vnderſtand me. Ouer and beſide Signior Baptistas liberalitie, Ile mend it with a Largeſſe. Take your paper too, And let me haue them verie wel perfum'd; For ſhe is ſweeter then perfume it ſelfe To whom they go to: what wil you reade to her. What ere I reade to her, Ile pleade for you, As for my patron, ſtand you ſo aſſur'd, As firmely as your ſelfe were ſtill in place, Yea and perhaps with more ſucceſſefull words Then you; vnleſſe you were a ſcholler ſir. Oh this learning, what a thing it is. Oh this Woodcocke, what an Aſſe it is. Peace ſirra. Grumio mum: God ſaue you ſignior Gremio. And you are wel met, Signior Hortenſio. Trow you whither I am going? To Baptiſta Minola, I promiſt to enquire carefully About a ſchoolemaſter for the faire Bianca, And by good fortune I haue lighted well On this yong man: For learning and behauiour Fit for her turne, well read in Poetrie And other bookes, good ones, I warrant ye.