Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I sir, they be ready, the Oats have eaten the horses. Nay then, Do what thou canst, I will not go to day, No, nor to morrow, not till I please myself, The door is open sir, there lies your way, You may be jogging whiles your boots are green: For me, I'll not be gone till I please myself, 'Tis like you'll prove a jolly surly groom, That take it on you at the first so roundly. O Kate content thee, prithee be not angry. I will be angry, what hast thou to do? Father, be quiet, he shall stay my leisure. I marry sir, now it begins to work. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner, I see a woman may be made a fool If she had not a spirit to resist. They shall go forward Kate at thy command, Obey the Bride you that attend on her. Go to the feast, revel and domineer, Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves: But for my bonny Kate, she must with me: Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret, I will be master of what is mine own, She is my goods, my chattels, she is my house, My householdstuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing, And here she stands, touch her who ever dare, I'll bring mine action on the proudest he That stops my way in Padua: Grumio Draw forth thy weapon, we are beset with thieves, Rescue thy Mistress if thou be a man: Fear not sweet wench, they shall not touch thee Kate, I'll buckler thee against a Million. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. Of all mad matches never was the like. Mistress, what is your opinion of your sister? That being mad herself, she's madly mated. I warrant him Petruchio is Kated. Neighbours and friends, though Bride & Bridegroom wants For to supply the places at the table, You know there wants no junkets at the feast: Lucentio, you shall supply the Bridegroom's place, And let Bianca take her sister's room. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? She shall Lucentio: come gentlemen let's go. Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad Masters, & all foul ways: was ever man so beaten? was ever man so rayed? was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them: now were not I a little pot, & soon hot; my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me, but I with blowing the fire shall warm myself: for considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold: Holla, hoa Curtis. Who is that calls so coldly?
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I ſir, they be ready, the Oates haue eaten the horſes. Nay then, Doe what thou canſt, I will not goe to day, No, nor to morrow, not till I pleaſe my ſelfe, The dore is open ſir, there lies your way, You may be iogging whiles your bootes are greene: For me, Ile not be gone till I pleaſe my ſelfe, 'Tis like you'll proue a iolly ſurly groome, That take it on you at the firſt ſo roundly. O Kate content thee, prethee be not angry. I will be angry, what haſt thou to doe? Father, be quiet, he ſhall ſtay my leiſure. I marry ſir, now it begins to worke. Gentlemen, forward to the bridall dinner, I ſee a woman may be made a foole If ſhe had not a ſpirit to reſiſt. They ſhall goe forward Kate at thy command, Obey the Bride you that attend on her. Goe to the feaſt, reuell and domineere, Carowſe full meaſure to her maiden-head, Be madde and merry, or goe hang your ſelues: But for my bonny Kate, ſhe muſt with me: Nay, looke not big, nor ſtampe, nor ſtare, nor fret, I will be maſter of what is mine owne, Shee is my goods, my chattels, ſhe is my houſe, My houſhold-ſtuffe, my field, my barne, My horſe, my oxe, my aſſe, my any thing, And heere ſhe ſtands, touch her who euer dare, Ile bring mine action on the proudeſt he That ſtops my way in Padua: Grumio Draw forth thy weapon, we are beſet with theeues, Reſcue thy Miſtreſſe if thou be a man: Feare not ſweet wench, they ſhall not touch thee Kate, Ile buckler thee againſt a Million. Nay, let them goe, a couple of quiet ones. Went they not quickly, I ſhould die with laughing. Of all mad matches neuer was the like. Miſtreſſe, what is your opinion of your ſiſter? That being mad her ſelfe, ſhe's madly mated. I warrant him Petruchio is Kated. Neighbours and friends, though Bride & Bridegroom wants For to ſupply the places at the table, You know there wants no iunkets at the feaſt: Lucentio, you ſhall ſupply the Bridegroomes place, And let Bianca take her ſiſters roome. Shall ſweet Bianca practiſe how to bride it? She ſhall Lucentio: come gentlemen lets goe. Fie, fie on all tired Iades, on all mad Maſters, & all foule waies: was euer man ſo beaten? was euer man ſo raide? was euer man ſo weary? I am ſent before to make a fire, and they are comming after to warme them: now were not I a little pot, & ſoone hot; my very lippes might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roofe of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I ſhould come by a fire to thaw me, but I with blowing the fire ſhall warme my ſelfe: for conſidering the weather, a taller man then I will take cold: Holla, hoa Curtis. Who is that calls ſo coldly?