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 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Katherine I charge thee tell these headstrong women, what duty they do owe their Lords and husbands. Come, come, your mocking: we will have no telling. Come on I say, and first begin with her. She shall not. I say she shall, and first begin with her. Fie, fie, unknit that thretaning unkind brow, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy Lord, thy King, thy Governor. It blots thy beauty, as frosts do bite the Meads, Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds, And in no sense is meet or amiable. A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill seeming, thick, bereft of beauty, And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. Thy husband is thy Lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign: One that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance. Commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land: To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe, And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt. Such duty as the subject owes the Prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband: And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending Rebel, And graceless Traitor to her loving Lord? I am ashamed that women are so simple, To offer war, where they should kneel for peace: Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world, But that our soft conditions, and our hearts, Should well agree with our external parts? Come, come, you froward and unable worms, My mind hath been as big as one of yours, My heart as great, my reason haply more, To bandy word for word, and frown for frown; But now I see our Lances are but straws: Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare, That seeming to be most, which we indeed least are. Then vale your stomachs, for it is no boot, And place your hands below your husband's foot: In token of which duty, if he please, My hand is ready, may it do him ease. Why there's a wench: Come on, and kiss me Kate. Well go thy ways old Lad for thou shalt have't. 'tis a good hearing, when children are toward. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward, Come Kate, weee'le to bed, We three are married, but you two are sped. 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white, And being a winner, God give you good night. Now go thy ways, thou hast tamed a cursed Shrew. 'tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so.
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Katherine I charge thee tell theſe head-ſtrong women, what dutie they doe owe their Lords and huſbands. Come, come, your mocking: we will haue no telling. Come on I ſay, and firſt begin with her. She ſhall not. I ſay ſhe ſhall, and firſt begin with her. Fie, fie, vnknit that thretaning vnkinde brow, And dart not ſcornefull glances from thoſe eies, To wound thy Lord, thy King, thy Gouernour. It blots thy beautie, as froſts doe bite the Meads, Confounds thy fame, as whirlewinds ſhake faire budds, And in no ſence is meete or amiable. A woman mou'd, is like a fountaine troubled, Muddie, ill ſeeming, thicke, hereft of beautie, And while it is ſo, none ſo dry or thirſtie Will daigne to ſip, or touch one drop of it. Thy husband is thy Lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy ſoueraigne: One that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance. Commits his body To painfull labour, both by ſea and land: To watch the night in ſtormes, the day in cold, Whil'ſt thou ly'ſt warme at home, ſecure and ſafe, And craues no other tribute at thy hands, But loue, faire lookes, and true obedience; Too little payment for ſo great a debt. Such dutie as the ſubiect owes the Prince, Euen ſuch a woman oweth to her husband: And when ſhe is froward, peeuiſh, ſullen, ſowre, And not obedient to his honeſt will, What is ſhe but a foule contending Rebell, And graceleſſe Traitor to her louing Lord? I am aſham'd that women are ſo ſimple, To offer warre, where they ſhould kneele for peace: Or ſeeke for rule, ſupremacie, and ſway, When they are bound to ſerue, loue, and obay. Why are our bodies ſoft, and weake, and ſmooth, Vnapt to toyle and trouble in the world, But that our ſoft conditions, and our harts, Should well agree with our externall parts? Come, come, you froward and vnable wormes, My minde hath bin as bigge as one of yours, My heart as great, my reaſon haplie more, To bandie word for word, and frowne for frowne; But now I ſee our Launces are but ſtrawes: Our ſtrength as weake, our weakeneſſe paſt compare, That ſeeming to be moſt, which we indeed leaſt are. Then vale your ſtomackes, for it is no boote, And place your hands below your husbands foote: In token of which dutie, if he pleaſe, My hand is readie, may it do him eaſe. Why there's a wench: Come on, and kiſſe mee Kate. Well go thy waies olde Lad for thou ſhalt ha't. Tis a good hearing, when children are toward. But a harſh hearing, when women are froward, Come Kate, weee'le to bed, We three are married, but you two are ſped. 'Twas I wonne the wager, though you hit the white, And being a winner, God giue you good night. Now goe thy wayes, thou haſt tam'd a curſt Shrow. Tis a wonder, by your leaue, ſhe wil be tam'd ſo.