Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.90 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I am glad he's come, howsoe'er he comes. Why sir, he comes not. Didst thou not say he comes? Who, that Petruchio came? I, that Petruchio came. No sir, I say his horse comes with him on his back. Why that's all one. Nay by S. Iamy, I hold you a penny, a horse and a man is more than one, and yet not many. Come, where be these gallants? who's at home? You are welcome sir. And yet I come not well. And yet you halt not. Not so well appareled as I wish you were. Were it better I should rush in thus: But where is Kate? where is my lovely Bride? How does my father? gentles methinks you frown, And wherefore gaze this goodly company, As if they saw some wondrous monument, Some Comet, or unusual prodigy? Why sir, you know this is your wedding day: First were we sad, fearing you would not come, Now sadder that you come so unprovided: Fie, doff this habit, shame to your estate, An eyesore to our solemn festival. And tell us what occasion of import Hath all so long detained you from your wife, And sent you hither so unlike yourself? Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear, Sufficeth I am come to keep my word. Though in some part enforced to digress, Which at more leisure I will so excuse, As you shall well be satisfied with all. But where is Kate? I stay too long from her, The morning wears, 'tis time we were at Church. See not your Bride in these unreverent robes, Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine. Not I, believe me, thus I'll visit her. But thus I trust you will not marry her. Good sooth even thus: therefore ha' done with words, To me she's married, not unto my clothes: Can I repair what she will wear in me, As I can change these poor accoutrements, 'Twere well for Kate, and better for myself. But what a fool am I to chat with you, When I should bid good morrow to my Bride? And seal the title with a lovely kiss. He hath some meaning in his mad attire, We will persuade him be it possible, To put on better ere he go to Church. I'll after him, and see the event of this. But sir, Love concerneth us to add Her father's liking, which to bring to pass As before imparted to your worship, I am to get a man what ere he be, It skills not much, we'll fit him to our turn, And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa, And make assurance here in Padua Of greater sums than I have promised, So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, And marry sweet Bianca with consent. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly: 'Twere good methinks to steal our marriage, Which once performed, let all the world say no, I'll keep mine own despite of all the world.
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I am glad he's come, howſoere he comes. Why ſir, he comes not. Didſt thou not ſay hee comes? Who, that Petruchio came? I, that Petruchio came. No ſir, I ſay his horſe comes with him on his backe. Why that's all one. Nay by S. Iamy, I hold you a penny, a horſe and a man is more then one, and yet not many. Come, where be theſe gallants? who's at home? You are welcome ſir. And yet I come not well. And yet you halt not. Not ſo well apparell'd as I wiſh you were. Were it better I ſhould ruſh in thus: But where is Kate? where is my louely Bride? How does my father? gentles methinkes you frowne, And wherefore gaze this goodly company, As if they ſaw ſome wondrous monument, Some Commet, or vnuſuall prodigie? Why ſir, you know this is your wedding day▪ Firſt were we ſad, fearing you would not come, Now ſadder that you come ſo vnprouided: Fie, doff this habit, ſhame to your eſtate, An eye-ſore to our ſolemne feſtiuall. And tell vs what occaſion of import Hath all ſo long detain'd you from your wife, And ſent you hither ſo vnlike your ſelfe? Tedious it were to tell, and harſh to heare, Sufficeth I am come to keepe my word. Though in ſome part inforced to digreſſe, Which at more leyſure I will ſo excuſe, As you ſhall well be ſatisfied with all▪ But where is Kate? I ſtay too long from her, The morning weares, 'tis time we were at Church. See not your Bride in theſe vnreuerent robes, Goe to my chamber, put on clothes of mine. Not I, beleeue me, thus Ile viſit her. But thus I truſt you will not marry her. Good ſooth euen thus: therefore ha done with words, To me ſhe's married, not vnto my cloathes: Could I repaire what ſhe will weare in me, As I can change theſe poore accoutrements, 'Twere well for Kate, and better for my ſelfe. But what a foole am I to chat with you, When I ſhould bid good morrow to my Bride? And ſeale the title with a louely kiſſe. He hath ſome meaning in his mad attire, We will perſwade him be it poſſible, To put on better ere he goe to Church. Ile after him, and ſee the euent of this. But ſir, Loue concerneth vs to adde Her fathers liking, which to bring to paſſe As before imparted to your worſhip, I am to get a man what ere he be, It skills not much, weele fit him to our turne, And he ſhall be Vincentio of Piſa, And make aſſurance heere in Padua Of greater ſummes then I haue promiſed, So ſhall you quietly enioy your hope, And marry ſweet Bianca with conſent. Were it not that my fellow ſchoolemaſter Doth watch Bianca's ſteps ſo narrowly: 'Twere good me-thinkes to ſteale our marriage, Which once perform'd, let all the world ſay no, Ile keepe mine owne deſpite of all the world.