Shakespeare, William · published 1631 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 500 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Well I say no: and therefore sir, assurance, Let's each one send unto his wife, And he whose wife is most obedient, To come at first when he doth send for her, Shall win the wager which we will propose. Content what's the wager? Twenty crowns. Twenty crowns. I'll venture so much of my Hawk or Hound, But twenty times so much upon my Wife. A hundred then. Content. A match 'tis done. Who shall begin? That will I. Go Biondello, bid your Mistress come to me. I go. Son I'll be your half, Bianca comes. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself. How now, what news? Sir, my Mistress sends you word That she is busy, and she cannot come. How? she's busy and she cannot come: is that an answer? I, and a kind one too: Pray God sir your wife send you not a worse. I hope better. Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife to come to me forthwith. Oh ho entreat her, nay then she must needs come. I am afraid sir, do what you can Yours will not be entreated: Now where's my wife? She says you have some goodly jest in hand, She will not come: she bids you come to her. Worse and worse she will not come: Oh vild, intolerable, not to be endured: Sirrah Grumio, go to your Mistress, Say I command her come to me. I know her answer. What? She will not. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. Now by my halidom here comes Katerina. What is your will sir, that you send for me? Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife? They sit conferring by the Parlour fire. Go fetch them hither, if they deny to come, Swinge me them fondly forth unto their husbands: Away I say, and bring them hither strait. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. And so it is: I wonder what it bodes Marry peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, An awful rule, and right supremacy: And to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy. Now fair befall thee good Petruchio; The wager thou hast won, and I will add Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns, Another dowry to another daughter, For she is changed as she had never been. Nay, I will win my wager better yet, And show more sign of her obedience, Her new built virtue and obedience. See where she comes, and brings your froward Wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion: Katerine, that Cap of yours becomes you not, Off with that babble, throw it under foot. Lord let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass. Fie what a foolish duty call you this? I would your duty were as foolish too: The wisdom of your duty fair Bianca, Hath cost me five hundred crowns since supper time, The more fool you for laying on my duty.
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Well I ſay no: and therefore ſir, aſſurance, Let's each one ſend vnto his wife, And he whoſe wife is moſt obedient, To come at firſt when he doth ſend for her, Shall win the wager which we will propoſe. Content what's the wager? Twentie crownes. Twentie crownes. Ile venture ſo much of my Hawke or Hound, But twentie times ſo much vpon my Wife. A hundred then. Content. A match 'tis done. Who ſhall begin? That will I. Goe Biondello, bid your Miſtris come to me. I goe. Sonne Ile be you halfe, Bianca comes. Ile haue no halues: Ile beare it all my ſelfe. How now, what newes? Sir, my Miſtris ſends you word That ſhe is buſie, and ſhee cannot come. How? ſhe's buſie and ſhee cannot come: is that an anſwere? I, and a kinde one too: Praie God ſir your wife ſend you not a worſe. I hope better. Sirra Biondello, goe and intreate my wife to come to mee forthwith. Oh ho intreate her, nay then ſhe muſt needes come. I am affraid ſir, doe what you can Yours will not be intreated: Now where's my wife? She ſayes you haue ſome goodly Ieſt in hand, She will not come: ſhe bids you come to her. Worſe and worſe ſhe will not come: Oh vild, intollerable, not to be indur'd: Sirra Grumio, goe to your Miſtris, Say I command her come to me. I know her anſwere. What? She will not. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. Now by my hollidam here comes Katerina. What is your will ſir, that you ſend for me? Where is your ſiſter, and Hortenſios wife? They ſit conferring by the Parler fire. Goe fetch them hither, if they denie to come, Swinge me them foundly forth vnto their husbands: Away I ſay, and bring them hither ſtraight. Here is a wonder, if you talke of a wonder. And ſo it is: I wonder what it boads Marrie peace it boads, and loue, and quiet life, An awfull rule, and right ſupremacie: And to be ſhort, what not, that's ſweete and happie. Now faire befall thee good Petruchio; The wager thou haſt won, and I will adde Vnto their loſſes twentie thouſand crownes, Another dowrie to another daughter, For ſhe is chang'd as ſhe had neuer bin. Nay, I will win my wager better yet, And ſhew more ſigne of her obedience, Her new built vertue and obedience. See where ſhe comes, and brings your froward Wiues As priſoners to her womanlie perſwaſion: Katerine, that Cap of yours becomes you not, Off with that bable, throw it vnder foote. Lord let me neuer haue a cauſe to ſigh, Till I be brought to ſuch a ſillie paſſe. Fie what a fooliſh dutie call you this? I would your dutie were as fooliſh too: The wiſdome of your dutie faire Bianca, Hath coſt me fiue hundred crownes ſince ſupper time, The more foole you for laying on my dutie.