Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 478 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
O'er Courtiers knees: who straight on curtsies dream O'er Lady's lips, who dream on kisses straight: Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweet meats tainted are: Sometimes she gallops over a lawyers lap, And then dreams he of smelling out a sure, And sometime comes she with a tithe pigs tail, Tickling a Parson's nose that lies asleep, And then dreams he of another benefice: Sometime she gallops over a soldiers nose, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches ambuscadoes, countermines, Of healths five fathom deep, and then anon Drums in his ear: at which he starts and wakes, And swears a Prayer or two and sleeps again. This is that Mab that makes maids lie on their backs, And proves them women of good carriage. This is the very Mab that plaits the manes of Horses in the night, And plats the Eseocks in oule luttish aire, Which once untangled much misfortune breeds. Peace, peace, thou talk'st of nothing. True I talk of dreams, Which are the Children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin a substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, Which woos even now the frozen bowels of the north, And being angered puffs away in haste, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south▪ Come, come, this wind doth blow us from ourselves. Supper is done and we shall come too late. I fear too early, for my mind misgives Some consequence is hanging in the stars, Which bitterly begins his fearful With this night's revels, expires expiers the term O a dispised in this breast, By some untimely forfeit of vile death: But he that hath the steerage of my course Directs my sail, on lusty Gentlemen. Welcome Gentlemen, welcome Gentlemen, Ladies that have their toes vnplagud with Corns Will have about with you, ah ha my Mistresses, Which of you all will now refuse to dance? She that makes dainty, she Isle swear hath Corns. Am I come near you now, welcome Gentlemen, welcome, More lights you knaves, & turn these tables up, And quench the fire the room is grown too hot. Ah sirrah, this unlooked for sport comes well, Nay sit, nay sit, good cozen Capulet: For you and I are past our standing days, How long is it since you and I were in a Mask? By Lady sir 'tis thirty years at least. 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much. 'tis since the marriage of Lucentio, Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years, and then we masked. 'tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder far. Will you tell me that it cannot be so, His son was but a Ward three years ago, Good youths I faith. Oh youths a jolly thing.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O're Courtiers knees: who strait on crsies dreame O're Ladies lips, who dreame on ki strait: Which oft the angrie Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breathes with sweet meats ainted are: Sometimes she gallops ore a Lawers lap, And then dreames he of smellig out a sure, And sometime comes se with a tithe pigs aile, Tickling a Parsons nose that lies a seepe, And then dreames he of another benefice: Sometime se gallops re a souldiers noe, And then dreames he of cutting forraine throats, Of breaches ambscads, countermines, Of healthes fiue adome deepe, and then anon Drums in his eare: at which he stares and wakes, And sweares a Praier or two and sleepes agaie. This is that Mab that makes maids lie on their baces, And proes them women of good cariage. This is the verie Mab that plats the manes of Horses in the night, And plats the Eseocks in oule luttish aire, Which once vantanged much misfortune breedes. Peace, peace, thou talkst of nothing. True I talke of dreames, Which are the Chidren of an idle braine, Begot of nothing but vaine fantasie, Which is as thinne a substance as the aire, Ad more inconstant than the winde, Which wooes euen now the bowels of the north, And being angred puffes away in haste, Trning his ace to the dew-dropping south▪ Come, come, this winde doth blow vs from our selues. Spper is done ad we shall come too late. I feare too earlie, for my minde Some consequence is hanging in the stars, Which bitterly begins his earefull dae With this nigh expiers the erme O a dispised in this breast, By ome vile death: But he that hath the steerage of my course Directs my saile, on lustie Gentlemen. Welcome Gentlemen, welcome Gentlemen, Ladies that haue their toes vnplagud with Corns Will haue about with you, ah ha my Mistresses, Which of you all will now refuse to dance? Shee that makes daintie, shee Ile sweare hath Corns. Am I come neere you now, welcome Gentlemen, welcome, More lights you knaues, & turn these tables vp, And quench the fire the roome is growne too hote. Ah sirra, this vnlookt for port comes well, Nay sit, nay sit, good Cosen Capulet: For you and I are past our standing dayes, How long is it since you and I were in a Maske? By Ladie sir tis thirtie yeares at least. Tis not so much, tis not so much. Tis since the mariage of Lucenti, Come Pentecost as quicklie as it will, Some fiue and twentie yeares, and then we maskt. Tis more, tis more, his sonne is elder far. Will you tell me that it cannot be so, His sonne was but a Ward three yeares agoe, Good youths I faith. Oh youth's a iolly thing.