Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Taming of the Shrew · chunk 34 of 41

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals)
comedy · Pembroke's Men
unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 497 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.

I what else, and but I be deceived, Signior Baptista may remember me Near twenty years a go in Genoa. Where we were lodgers, at the Pegasus, 'tis well, and hold your own in any case With such austerity as longeth to a father. I warrant you: but sir here comes your boy, 'tTwere good he were schooled. Fear you not him: sirrah Biondello, Now do your duty throughly I advise you: Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Tut, fear not me. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista. I told him that your father was at Venice, And that you looked for him this day in Padua. Th' art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink, Here comes Baptista: set your countenance sir. Signior Baptista you are happily met: Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of, I pray you stand good father to me now, Give me Bianca for my patrimony. Soft son: sir by your leave, having come to Padua To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio Made me acquainted with a weighty cause Of love between your daughter and himself: And for the good report I hear of you, And for the love he beareth to your daughter, And she to him: to stay him not too long, I am content in a good father's care To have him matched, and if you please to like No worse than I, upon some agreement Me shall you find ready and willing With one consent to have her so bestowed: For curious I cannot be with you Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say, Your plainness and your shortness please me well: Right true it is your son Lucentio here Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him, Or both dissemble deeply their affections: And therefore if you say no more than this, That like a Father you will deal with him, And pass my daughter a sufficient dower, The match is made, and all is done, Your son shall have my daughter with consent. I thank you sir, where then do you know best We be affied and such assurance ta'en, As shall with either parts agreement stand. Not in my house Lucentio, for you know Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants, Besides old Gremio is hearkening still, And happily we might be interrupted. Then at my lodging, and it like you, There doth my father lie: and there this night we'll pass the business privately and well: Send for your daughter by your servant here, My Boy shall fetch the Scrivener presently, The worst is this that at so slender warning, You are like to have a thin and slender pittance. It likes me well: Cambio hie you home, and bid Bianca make her ready strait: And if you will tell what hath happened, Lucentios Father is arrived in Padua, And how she's like to be Lucentios wife.
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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 1876–1939 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 41 in this edition
Length497 words · 646 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.782
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I what elſe, and but I be deceiued, Signior Baptiſta may remember me Neere twentie yeares a goe in Genoa. Where we were lodgers, at the Pegaſus, Tis well, and hold your owne in any caſe With ſuch auſteritie as longeth to a father. I warrant you: but ſir here comes your boy, Twere good he were ſchool'd. Feare you not him: ſirra Biondello, Now doe your dutie throughlie I aduiſe you: Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Tut, feare not me. But haſt thou done thy errand to Baptiſta. I told him that your father was at Venice, And that you look't for him this day in Padua. Th' art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drinke, Here comes Baptiſta: ſet your countenance ſir. Signior Baptiſta you are happilie met: Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of, I pray you ſtand good father to me now, Giue me Bianca for my patrimony. Soft ſon: ſir by your leaue, hauing com to Padua To gather in ſome debts, my ſon Lucentio Made me acquainted with a waighty cauſe Of loue betweene your daughter and himſelfe: And for the good report I heare of you, And for the loue he beareth to your daughter, And ſhe to him: to ſtay him not too long, I am content in a good fathers care To haue him matcht, and if you pleaſe to like No worſe then I, vpon ſome agreement Me ſhall you finde readie and willing With one conſent to haue her ſo beſtowed: For curious I cannot be with you Signior Baptiſta, of whom I heare ſo well. Sir, pardon me in what I haue to ſay, Your plainneſſe and your ſhortneſſe pleaſe me well: Right true it is your ſonne Lucentio here Doth loue my daughter, and ſhe loueth him, Or both diſſemble deepely their affections: And therefore if you ſay no more then this, That like a Father you will deale with him, And paſſe my daughter a ſufficient dower, The match is made, and all is done, Your ſonne ſhall haue my daughter with conſent. I thanke you ſir, where then doe you know beſt We be affied and ſuch aſſurance tane, As ſhall with either parts agreement ſtand. Not in my houſe Lucentio, for you know Pitchers haue eares, and I haue manie ſeruants, Beſides old Gremio is harkning ſtill, And happilie we might be interrupted. Then at my lodging, and it like you, There doth my father lie: and there this night Weele paſſe the buſineſſe priuately and well: Send for your daughter by your ſeruant here, My Boy ſhall fetch the Scriuener preſentlie, The worſt is this that at ſo ſlender warning, You are like to haue a thin and ſlender pittance. It likes me well: Cambio hie you home, and bid Bianca make her readie ſtraight: And if you will tell what hath hapned, Lucentios Father is arriued in Padua, And how ſhe's like to be Lucentios wife.