Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
What say you to a Neat's foot? 'Tis passing good, I prithee let me have it. I fear it is too choleric a meat. How say you to a fat Tripe finely broiled? I like it well, good Grumio fetch it me. I cannot tell, I fear 'tis choleric. What say you to a piece of Beef and Mustard? A dish that I do love to feed upon. I, but the Mustard is too hot a little. Why then the Beef, and let the Mustard rest. Nay then I will not, you shall have the Mustard Or else you get no beef of Grumio. Then both or one, or any thing thou wilt. Why then the Mustard without the beef. Go get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, That feedest me with the very name of meat. Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you That triumph thus upon my misery: Go get thee gone, I say. How fares my Kate, what sweeting all a-mort? Mistress, what cheer? Faith as cold as can be. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me. here Love, thou seest how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee. I am sure sweet Kate, this kindness merits thankes. What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov'st it not: And all my pains is sorted to no proof. here take away this dish. I pray you let it stand. The poorest service is repaid with thankes, And so shall mine before you touch the meat. I thank you sir. Signior Petruchio, fie you are too blame: Come Mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. Eat it up all Hortensio, if thou lovest me: Much good do it unto thy gentle heart: Kate eat apace; and now my honey Love, Will we return unto thy Father's house, And revel it as bravely as the best, With silken coats and caps, and golden Rings, With Ruffs and Cuffs, and Farthingales, and things: With Scarves, and Fans, & double change of brau'ry, With Amber Bracelets, Beads, and all this knau'ry. What hast thou dined? The Tailor stays thy leisure, To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure. Come Tailor, let us see these ornaments. Lay forth the gown. What news with you sir? here is the cap your Worship did bespeak. Why this was moulded on a porringer, A Velvet dish: Fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy, Why 'tis a cockle or a walnutshell, A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap: Away with it, come let me have a bigger. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time, And Gentlewomen wear such caps as these. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not till then. That will not be in haste.
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What ſay you to a Neats foote? 'Tis paſsing good, I prethee let me haue it. I feare it is too chollericke a meate. How ſay you to a fat Tripe finely broyl'd? I like it well, good Grumio fetch it me. I cannot tell, I feare 'tis chollericke. What ſay you to a peece of Beefe and Muſtard? A diſh that I do loue to feede vpon. I, but the Muſtard is too hot a little. Why then the Beefe, and let the Muſtard reſt. Nay then I wil not, you ſhal haue the Muſtard Or elſe you get no beefe of Grumio. Then both or one, or any thing thou wilt. Why then the Muſtard without the beefe. Go get thee gone, thou falſe deluding ſlaue, That feed'ſt me with the verie name of meate. Sorrow on thee, and all the packe of you That triumph thus vpon my miſery: Go get thee gone, I ſay. How fares my Kate, what ſweeting all a-mort? Miſtris, what cheere? Faith as cold as can be. Plucke vp thy ſpirits, looke cheerfully vpon me. Heere Loue, thou ſeeſt how diligent I am, To dreſſe thy meate my ſelfe, and bring it thee. I am ſure ſweet Kate, this kindneſſe merites thankes. What, not a word? Nay then, thou lou'ſt it not: And all my paines is ſorted to no proofe. Heere take away this diſh. I pray you let it ſtand. The pooreſt ſeruice is repaide with thankes, And ſo ſhall mine before you touch the meate. I thanke you ſir. Signior Petruchio, fie you are too blame: Come Miſtris Kate, Ile beare you companie. Eate it vp all Hortenſio, if thou loueſt mee: Much good do it vnto thy gentle heart: Kate eate apace; and now my honie Loue, Will we returne vnto thy Fathers houſe, And reuell it as brauely as the beſt, With ſilken coats and caps, and golden Rings, With Ruffes and Cuffes, and Fardingales, and things: With Scarfes, and Fannes, & double change of brau'ry, With Amber Bracelets, Beades, and all this knau'ry. What haſt thou din'd? The Tailor ſtaies thy leaſure, To decke thy bodie with his ruffling treaſure. Come Tailor, let vs ſee theſe ornaments. Lay forth the gowne. What newes with you ſir? Heere is the cap your Worſhip did beſpeake. Why this was moulded on a porrenger, A Veluet diſh: Fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy, Why 'tis a cockle or a walnut-ſhell, A knacke, a toy, a tricke, a babies cap: Away with it, come let me haue a bigger. Ile haue no bigger, this doth fit the time, And Gentlewomen weare ſuch caps as theſe. When you are gentle, you ſhall haue one too, And not till then. That will not be in haſt.