Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Taming of the Shrew · chunk 24 of 41

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 0.79 · 501 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.

That by degrees we mean to look into, And watch our vantage in this business, we'll overreach the greybeard Gremio, The narrow prying father Minola, The acquaint Musician, amorous Litio, All for my Master's sake Lucentio. Signior Gremio, came you from the Church? As willingly as ere I came from school. And is the Bride & Bridegroom coming home? A bridegroom say you? 'tis a groom indeed, A grumlling groom, and that the girl shall find. Curster than she, why 'tis impossible. Why he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. Why she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam. Tut, she's a Lamb, a Dove, a fool to him: I'll tell you sir Lucentio; when the Priest Should ask if Katherine should be his wife, I, by goggs woones quoth he, and swore so loud, That all amazed the Priest let fall the book, And as he stooped again to take it up, This mad-brained bridegroom took him such a cuff, That down sell Priest and book, and book and Priest, Now take them up quoth he, if any list. What said the wench when he rose again? Trembled and shook: for why, he stamped and swore, as if the Vicar meant to cousin him: but after many ceremonies done, he calls for wine, a health quoth he, as if he had been aboard carousing to his Mates after a storm, quaffed off the Muscadel, and threw the sops all in the Sexton's face: having no other reason, but that his beard grew thin and hungerly, and seemed to ask him sops as he was drinking: This done, he took the Bride about the neck, and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack, that at the parting all the Church did echo: and I seeing this, came thence for very shame, and after me I know the rout is coming, such a mad marriage never was before: hark, hark, I hear the minstrels play. Gentlemen & friends, I thank you for your pains, I know you think to dine with me to day, And have prepared great store of wedding cheer, But so it is, my haste doth call me hence, And therefore here I mean to take my leave. Is't possible you will away to night? I must away to day before night come, Make it no wonder: if you knew my business, You would entreat me rather go then stay: And honest company, I thank you all, That have beheld me give away myself To this most patiented, sweet, and virtuous wife, Dine with my father, drink a health to me, For I must hence, and farewell to you all. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. It may not be. Let me entreat you. It cannot be. Let me entreat you. I am content. Are you content to stay? I am content you shall entreat me stay, But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. Now if you love me stay. Grumio, my horse.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Taming of the Shrew
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1592 [c.1590-1604]
First performance (BritDrama)1592 [1589-1592]
Company (BritDrama)Pembroke's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 229 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.11
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1334–1383 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 41 in this edition
Length501 words · 685 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.785 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T6 · seed 44: T7 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
That by degrees we meane to looke into, And watch our vantage in this buſineſſe, Wee'll ouer-reach the grey-beard Gremio, The narrow prying father Minola, The quaint Muſician, amorous Litio, All for my Maſters ſake Lucentio. Signior Gremio, came you from the Church? As willingly as ere I came from ſchoole. And is the Bride & Bridegroom coming home? A bridegroome ſay you? 'tis a groome indeed, A grumlling groome, and that the girle ſhall finde. Curſter then ſhe, why 'tis impoſſible. Why hee's a deuill, a deuill, a very fiend. Why ſhe's a deuill, a deuill, the deuils damme. Tut, ſhe's a Lambe, a Doue, a foole to him: Ile tell you ſir Lucentio; when the Prieſt Should aske if Katherine ſhould be his wife, I, by goggs woones quoth he, and ſwore ſo loud, That all amaz'd the Prieſt let fall the booke, And as he ſtoop'd againe to take it vp, This mad-brain'd bridegroome tooke him ſuch a cuffe, That downe ſell Prieſt and booke, and booke and Prieſt, Now take them vp quoth he, if any liſt. What ſaid the wench when he roſe againe? Trembled and ſhooke: for why, he ſtamp'd and ſwore, as if the Vicar meant to cozen him: but after many ceremonies done, hee calls for wine, a health quoth he, as if he had beene aboord carowſing to his Mates after a ſtorme, quaft off the Muſcadell, and threw the ſops all in the Sextons face: hauing no other reaſon, but that his beard grew thinne and hungerly, and ſeem'd to aske him ſops as hee was drinking: This done, hee tooke the Bride about the necke, and kiſt her lips with ſuch a clamorous ſmacke, that at the parting all the Church did eccho: and I ſeeing this, came thence for very ſhame, and after mee I know the rout is comming, ſuch a mad marryage neuer was before: harke, harke, I heare the minſtrels play. Gentlemen & friends, I thank you for your pains, I know you thinke to dine with me to day, And haue prepar'd great ſtore of wedding cheere, But ſo it is, my haſte doth call me hence, And therefore heere I meane to take my leaue. Is't poſſible you will away to night? I muſt away to day before night come, Make it no wonder: if you knew my buſineſſe, You would intreat me rather goe then ſtay: And honeſt company, I thanke you all, That haue beheld me giue away my ſelfe To this moſt patient, ſweet, and vertuous wife, Dine with my father, drinke a health to me, For I muſt hence, and farewell to you all. Let vs intreat you ſtay till after dinner. It may not be. Let me intreat you. It cannot be. Let me intreat you. I am content. Are you content to ſtay? I am content you ſhall entreat me ſtay, But yet not ſtay, entreat me how you can. Now if you loue me ſtay. Grumio, my horſe.