Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I. Who brought it? I. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meat: What dogs are these? Where is the rascal Cook? How durst you villains bring it from the dresser And serve it thus to me that love it not? There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all: You heedless iolt-heads, and unmannered slaves. What, do you grumble? I'll be with you strait. I pray you husband be not so disquiet, The meat was well, if you were so contented. I tell thee Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away, And I expressly am forbid to touch it: For it engenders choler, planteth anger, And better 'twere that both of us did fast, Since of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, Then feed it with such ouer-rosted flesh: Be patiented, to morrowed shallbe mended, And for this night we'll fast for company. Come I will bring thee to thy Bridal chamber. Peter didst ever see the like. He kills her in her own humour. Where is he? In her chamber, making a sermon of continency to her, and rails, and swears, and rates, that she (poor soul) knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak, and sits as one new risen from a dream. Away, away, for he is coming hither. Thus have I politickely begun my reign, And 'tis my hope to end successfully: My Falcon now is sharp, and passing empty, And till she stoop, she must not be full gorged, For than she never looks upon her lure. Another way I have to man my Haggard, To make her come, and know her Keepers call: That is, to watch her, as we watch these Kites, That bait, and bear, and will not be obedient: She eat no meat to day, nor none shall eat. Last night she slept not, nor to night she shall not: As with the meat, some undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed, And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, This way the Coverlet, another way the sheets: I, and amid this hurly I intent, That all is done in reverend care of her, And in conclusion, she shall watch all night, And if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl, And with the clamour keep her still awake: This is a way to kill a Wife with kindness, And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour: He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Now let him speak, 'tis charity to show. Is't possible friend Lisio, that mistress Bianca Doth fancy any other but Lucentio, I tell you sir, she bears me fair in hand. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. Now Mistress, profit you in what you read? What Master read you first, resolve me that? I read, that I profess the Art to love. And may you prove sir Master of your Art.
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I. Who brought it? I. 'Tis burnt, and ſo is all the meate: What dogges are theſe? Where is the raſcall Cooke? How durſt you villaines bring it from the dreſſer And ſerue it thus to me that loue it not? There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all: You heedleſſe iolt-heads, and vnmanner'd ſlaues. What, do you grumble? Ile be with you ſtraight. I pray you husband be not ſo diſquiet, The meate was well, if you were ſo contented. I tell thee Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away, And I expreſſely am forbid to touch it: For it engenders choller, planteth anger, And better 'twere that both of vs did faſt, Since of our ſelues, our ſelues are chollericke, Then feede it with ſuch ouer-roſted fleſh: Be patient, to morrow't ſhalbe mended, And for this night we'l faſt for companie. Come I wil bring thee to thy Bridall chamber. Peter didſt euer ſee the like. He kils her in her owne humor. Where is he? In her chamber, making a ſermon of continencie to her, and railes, and ſweares, and rates, that ſhee (poore ſoule) knowes not which way to ſtand, to looke, to ſpeake, and ſits as one new riſen from a dreame. Away, away, for he is comming hither. Thus haue I politickely begun my reigne, And 'tis my hope to end ſucceſſefully: My Faulcon now is ſharpe, and paſſing emptie, And til ſhe ſtoope, ſhe muſt not be full gorg'd, For then ſhe neuer lookes vpon her lure. Another way I haue to man my Haggard, To make her come, and know her Keepers call: That is, to watch her, as we watch theſe Kites, That baite, and beare, and will not be obedient: She eate no meate to day, nor none ſhall eate. Laſt night ſhe ſlept not, nor to night ſhe ſhall not: As with the meate, ſome vndeſerued fault Ile finde about the making of the bed, And heere Ile fling the pillow, there the boulſter, This way the Couerlet, another way the ſheets: I, and amid this hurlie I intend, That all is done in reuerend care of her, And in concluſion, ſhe ſhal watch all night, And if ſhe chance to nod, Ile raile and brawle, And with the clamor keepe her ſtil awake: This is a way to kil a Wife with kindneſſe, And thus Ile curbe her mad and headſtrong humor: He that knowes better how to tame a ſhrew, Now let him ſpeake, 'tis charity to ſhew. Is't poſsible friend Liſio, that miſtris Bianca Doth fancie any other but Lucentio, I tel you ſir, ſhe beares me faire in hand. Sir, to ſatisfie you in what I haue ſaid, Stand by, and marke the manner of his teaching. Now Miſtris, profit you in what you reade? What Maſter reade you firſt, reſolue me that? I reade, that I profeſſe the Art to loue. And may you proue ſir Maſter of your Art.