Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Master, if ever I said loosebodied gown, sow me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said a gown. Proceed. With a small compassed cape. I confess the cape. With a trunk sleeve. I confess two sleeves. The sleeves curiously cut. I there's the villainy. Error i' th' bill sir, error i' th' bill? I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sowed up again, and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble. This is true that I say, and I had thee in place where thou shouldst know it. I am for thee strait: take thou the bill, give me thy meat-yard, and spare not me. Godamercy Grumio, than he shall have no odds. Well sir in brief the gown is not for me. You are i' th' right sir, 'tis for my mistress. Go take it up unto thy master's use. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my Mistress gown for thy master's use. Why sir, what's your conceit in that? Oh sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for: Take up my Mistress gown to his master's use. Oh fie, fie, fie. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the Tailor paid: Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to morrow, Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Away I say, commend me to thy master. Well, come my Kate, we will unto your fathers, Even in these honest mean habiliments: Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor: For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich. And as the Sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What is the jay more precious than the Lark? Because his feathers are more beautiful. Or is the Adder better than the Eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye. Oh no good Kate: neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array. If thou accountedest it shame, lay it on me, And therefore frolic, we will hence forthwith, To feast and sport us at thy father's house, Go call my men, and let us strait to him, And bring our horses unto Long-lane end, There will we mount, and thither walk on foot, Let's see, I think 'tis now some seven a clock, And well we may come there by dinner time. I dare assure you sir, 'tis almost two, And 'twill be supper time ere you come there. It shall be seven ere I go to horse: Look what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing it, sirs leted alone, I will not go to day, and ere I do, It shall be what a clock I say it is. Why so this gallant will command the sun. Sirs, this is the house, please it you that I call.
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Maſter, if euer I ſaid looſe-bodied gowne, ſow me in the skirts of it, and beate me to death with a bottome of browne thred: I ſaid a gowne. Proceede. With a ſmall compaſt cape. I confeſſe the cape. With a trunke ſleeue. I confeſſe two ſleeues. The ſleeues curiouſly cut. I there's the villanie. Error i' th bill ſir, error i' th bill? I commanded the ſleeues ſhould be cut out, and ſow'd vp againe, and that Ile proue vpon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble. This is true that I ſay, and I had thee in place where thou ſhouldſt know it. I am for thee ſtraight: take thou the bill, giue me thy meat-yard, and ſpare not me. God-a-mercie Grumio, then hee ſhall haue no oddes. Well ſir in breefe the gowne is not for me. You are i' th right ſir, 'tis for my miſtris. Go take it vp vnto thy maſters vſe. Villaine, not for thy life: Take vp my Miſtreſſe gowne for thy maſters vſe. Why ſir, what's your conceit in that? Oh ſir, the conceit is deeper then you think for: Take vp my Miſtris gowne to his maſters vſe. Oh fie, fie, fie. Hortenſio, ſay thou wilt ſee the Tailor paide: Go take it hence, be gone, and ſay no more. Tailor, Ile pay thee for thy gowne to morrow, Take no vnkindneſſe of his haſtie words: Away I ſay, commend me to thy maſter. Well, come my Kate, we will vnto your fathers, Euen in theſe honeſt meane habiliments: Our purſes ſhall be proud, our garments poore: For 'tis the minde that makes the bodie rich. And as the Sunne breakes through the darkeſt clouds, So honor peereth in the meaneſt habit. What is the Iay more precious then the Larke? Becauſe his feathers are more beautifull. Or is the Adder better then the Eele▪ Becauſe his painted skin contents the eye. Oh no good Kate: neither art thou the worſe For this poore furniture, and meane array. If thou accountedſt it ſhame, lay it on me, And therefore frolicke, we will hence forthwith, To feaſt and ſport vs at thy fathers houſe, Go call my men, and let vs ſtraight to him, And bring our horſes vnto Long-lane end, There wil we mount, and thither walke on foote, Let's ſee, I thinke 'tis now ſome ſeuen a clocke, And well we may come there by dinner time. I dare aſſure you ſir, 'tis almoſt two, And 'twill be ſupper time ere you come there. It ſhall be ſeuen ere I go to horſe: Looke what I ſpeake, or do, or thinke to doe, You are ſtill croſſing it, ſirs let't alone, I will not goe to day, and ere I doe, It ſhall be what a clock I ſay it is. Why ſo this gallant will command the ſunne. Sirs, this is the houſe, pleaſe it you that I call.