Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
No shame but mine, I must forsooth be forced To give my hand opposed against my heart Unto a madbrain rudes by, full of spleen, Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure: I told you I, he was a frantic fool, Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour, And to be noted for a merry man; he'll woo a thousand, point the day of marriage, Make friends, invite, and proclaim the banes, Yet never means to wed where he hath wooed: Now must the world point at poor Katherine, And say, lo, there is man Petruchio's wife If it would please him come and marry her. Patience good Katherine and Baptista too, Upon my life Petruchio means but well, What ever fortune stays him from his word, Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise, Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest. Would Katherine had never seen him though. Go girl, I cannot blame thee now to weep, For such an injury would vex a very saint, Much more a shrew of impatient humour. Master, master, news, and such news as you never heard of, Is it new and old too? how may that be? Why, is it not news to heard of Petruchio's coming? Is he come? Why no sir. What then? He is coming. When will he be here? When he stands where I am, and sees you there. But say, what to thine old news? Why Petruchio is coming, in a new hat and an old jerkin, a pair of old breeches thrice turned; a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, one buckled, another laced: an old rusty sword ta'en out of the Town Armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapelesse: with two broken points: his horse hiped with an old mothy saddle, and stirrups of no kindred: besides possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine, troubled with the Lampasse, infected with the fashions, full of Windegalls, sped with Spavins, rayed with the Yellows, past cure of the Five, stark spoiled with the Staggers, begnawne with the Bots, Weighed in the back, and shoulder-shotten, near legged before, and with a halfe-chekt Bit, & a headstall of sheep's leather, which being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots: one girth six times pieced, and a woman's Crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread. Who comes with him? Oh sir, his Lackey, for all the world Caparisoned like the horse: with a linen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red and blue lift; an old hat, & the humour of forty fancies pricked in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel, & not like a Christian footboy, or a gentleman's Lackey. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion, Yet oftentimes he goes but mean appareled.
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No ſhame but mine, I muſt forſooth be forſt To giue my hand oppos'd againſt my heart Vnto a mad-braine rudes by, full of ſpleene, Who woo'd in haſte, and meanes to wed at leyſure: I told you I, he was a franticke foole, Hiding his bitter ieſts in blunt behauiour, And to be noted for a merry man; Hee'll wooe a thouſand, point the day of marriage, Make friends, inuite, and proclaime the banes, Yet neuer meanes to wed where he hath woo'd: Now muſt the world point at poore Katherine, And ſay, loe, there is man Petruchio's wife If it would pleaſe him come and marry her. Patience good Katherine and Baptiſta too, Vpon my life Petruchio meanes but well, What euer fortune ſtayes him from his word, Though he be blunt, I know him paſſing wiſe, Though he be merry, yet withall he's honeſt. Would Katherine had neuer ſeen him though. Goe girle, I cannot blame thee now to weepe, For ſuch an iniurie would vexe a very ſaint, Much more a ſhrew of impatient humour. Maſter, maſter, newes, and ſuch newes as you neuer heard of, Is it new and olde too? how may that be? Why, is it not newes to heard of Petruchio's comming? Is he come? Why no ſir. What then? He is comming. When will he be heere? When he ſtands where I am, and ſees you there. But ſay, what to thine olde newes? Why Petruchio is comming, in a new hat and an old ierkin, a paire of olde breeches thrice turn'd; a paire of bootes that haue beene candle-caſes, one buckled, another lac'd: an olde ruſty ſword tane out of the Towne Armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeleſſe: with two broken points: his horſe hip'd with an olde mothy ſaddle, and ſtirrops of no kindred: beſides poſſeſt with the glanders, and like to moſe in the chine, troubled with the Lampaſſe, infected with the faſhions, full of Windegalls, ſped with Spauins, raied with the Yellowes, paſt cure of the Fiues, ſtarke ſpoyl'd with the Staggers, begnawne with the Bots, Waid in the backe, and ſhoulder-ſhotten, neere leg'd before, and with a halfe-chekt Bitte, & a headſtall of ſheepes leather, which being reſtrain'd to keepe him from ſtumbling, hath been often burſt, and now repaired with knots: one girth ſixe times peec'd, and a womans Crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name, fairely ſet down in ſtuds, and heere and there peec'd with packthred. Who comes with him? Oh ſir, his Lackey, for all the world Capariſon'd like the horſe: with a linnen ſtock on one leg, and a kerſey boot-hoſe on the other, gartred with a red and blew lift; an old hat, & the humor of forty fancies prickt in't for a feather: a monſter, a very monſter in apparell, & not like a Chriſtian foot-boy, or a gentlemans Lacky. 'Tis ſome od humor pricks him to this faſhion, Yet oftentimes he goes but meane apparel'd.