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 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Petruchio, go thy ways, the field is won. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl should run, And not unluckily against the Bias: But soft, Company is coming here. Good morrow gentle Mistress, where away: Tell me sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Hast thou beheld a fresher Gentlewoman: Such war of white and red within her cheeks: What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, As those two eyes become that heavenly face? Fair lovely Maid, once more good day to thee: Sweet Kate embrace her for her beauty's sake. A will make the man mad to make the woman of him. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, & sweet, Whether away, or whether is thy abode? Happy the Parents of so fair a child; Happier the man whom favourable stars A lots thee for his lovely bedfellow. Why how now Kate, I hope thou art not mad, This is a man old, wrinkled, faded, withered, And not a Maiden, as thou sayst he is. Pardon old father my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazled with the sun, That every thing I look on seemeth green: Now I perceive thou art a reverent Father: Pardon I pray thee for my mad mistaking. Do good old grandsire, & withal make known Which way thou travelest, if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress, That with your strange encounter much amazed me: My name is called Vincentio, my dwelling Pisa, And bond I am to Padua, there to visit A son of mine, which long I have not seen. What is his name? Lucentio gentle sir. Happily met, the happier for thy son: And now by Law, as well as reverent age, I may entitle thee my loving Father, The sister to my wife, this Gentlewoman, Thy Son by this hath married: wonder not, Nor be not grieved, she is of good esteem, Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth; Beside, so qualified, as may beseem The Spouse of any noble Gentleman: Let me embrace with old Vincentio, And wander we to see thy honest son, Who will of thy arrival be full joyous. But is this true, or is it else your pleasure, Like pleasant travailors to break a left Upon the company you overtake? I do assure thee father so it is. Come go along and see the truth hereof, For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. Well Petruchio, this has put me in heart; Have to my Widow, and if she froward, Then hast thou taught Hortentio to be untoward. Softly and swiftly sir, for the Priest is ready. I fly Biondello; but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us. Nay faith, I'll see the Church a your back, and then come back to my mistress as soon as I can. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.
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Petruchio, goe thy waies, the field is won. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowle ſhould run, And not vnluckily againſt the Bias: But ſoft, Company is comming here▪ Good morrow gentle Miſtris, where away: Tell me ſweete Kate, and tell me truely too, Haſt thou beheld a freſher Gentlewoman: Such warre of white and red within her cheekes: What ſtars do ſpangle heauen with ſuch beautie, As thoſe two eyes become that heauenly face? Faire louely Maide, once more good day to thee: Sweete Kate embrace her for her beauties ſake. A will make the man mad to make the woman of him. Yong budding Virgin, faire, and freſh, & ſweet, Whether away, or whether is thy aboade? Happy the Parents of ſo faire a childe; Happier the man whom fauourable ſtars A lots thee for his louely bedfellow. Why how now Kate, I hope thou art not mad, This is a man old, wrinckled, faded, withered, And not a Maiden, as thou ſaiſt he is. Pardon old father my miſtaking eies, That haue bin ſo bedazled with the ſunne, That euery thing I looke on ſeemeth greene: Now I perceiue thou art a reuerent Father: Pardon I pray thee for my mad miſtaking. Do good old grandſire, & withall make known Which way thou trauelleſt, if along with vs, We ſhall be ioyfull of thy companie. Faire Sir, and you my merry Miſtris, That with your ſtrange encounter much amaſde me: My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Piſa, And bound I am to Padua, there to viſite A ſonne of mine, which long I haue not ſeene. What is his name? Lucentio gentle ſir. Happily met, the happier for thy ſonne: And now by Law, as well as reuerent age, I may intitle thee my louing Father, The ſiſter to my wife, this Gentlewoman, Thy Sonne by this hath married: wonder not, Nor be not grieued, ſhe is of good eſteeme, Her dowrie wealthie, and of worthie birth; Beſide, ſo qualified, as may beſeeme The Spouſe of any noble Gentleman: Let me imbrace with old Vincentio, And wander we to ſee thy honeſt ſonne, Who will of thy arriuall be full ioyous. But is this true, or is it elſe your pleaſure, Like pleaſant trauailors to breake a left Vpon the companie you ouertake? I doe aſſure thee father ſo it is. Come goe along and ſee the truth hereof, For our firſt merriment hath made thee iealous. Well Petruchio, this has put me in heart; Haue to my Widdow, and if ſhe froward, Then haſt thou taught Hortentio to be vntoward. Softly and ſwiftly ſir, for the Prieſt is ready. I flie Biondello; but they may chance to neede thee at home, therefore leaue vs. Nay faith, Ile ſee the Church a your backe, and then come backe to my miſtris as ſoone as I can. I maruaile Cambio comes not all this while.