Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 453 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Enough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace. Yes Madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh, to think it should leave crying, & say I: and yet I warrant it had upon it brow, a bumpe as big as a young Cockerels stone? A perilous knock, and it cried bitterly. Yea quoth my husband, fallest upon thy face, thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age: wilt thou not Iule? It stinted: and said I. And stint thou too. I pray thee Nurse, say I. Peace I have done: God mark thee too his grace thou wast the prettiest Babe that ere I nursed, and I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish. Marry that marry is the very theme I came to talk of, tell me daughter Iuliet, How stands your disposition to be Married? It is an hour that I dream not of. An hour, were not I thine only Nurse, I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat. Well think of marriage now, younger than you here in Verona, Ladies of esteem, Are made already Mothers. By my count I was your Mother, much upon these years That you are now a Maid, thus then in brief: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. A man young Lady, Lady, such a man as all the world. Why he's a man of wax. Veronas Summer hath not such a flower. Nay he's a flower, infaith a very flower. What say you, can you love the Gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our Feast, Read over the volume of young Paris face, And find delight, writ there with Beauty's pen: Examine every several liniament, And see how one another lends content: And what obscured in this fair volume lies, Find written in the Margin of his eyes. This precious Book of Love, this unbound Lover, To Beautify him, only lacks a Cover. The fish lives in the Sea, and 'tis much pride For fair without, the fair within to hide: That Book in manies eyes doth share the glory, That in Gold clasps, Locks in the Golden story: So shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him, making yourself no less. No less, nay bigger: women grow by men. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris love? I'll look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eye, Then your consent gives strength to make fly. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young Lady asked for, the Nurse cur'st in the Pantery, and every thing in extremity: I must hence to wait, I beseech you follow strait.
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Inough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace. Yes Madam, yet I cannot chuſe but laugh, to thinke it ſhould leaue crying, & ſay I: and yet I warrant it had vpon it brow, a bumpe as big as a young Cockrels ſtone? A perilous knock, and it cryed bitterly. Yea quoth my husband, fall'ſt vpon thy face, thou wilt fall backward when thou commeſt to age: wilt thou not Iule? It ſtinted: and ſaid I. And ſtint thou too. I pray thee Nurſe, ſay I. Peace I haue done: God marke thee too his grace thou waſt the prettieſt Babe that ere I nurſt, and I might liue to ſee thee married once, I haue my wiſh. Marry that marry is the very theame I came to talke of, tell me daughter Iuliet, How ſtands your diſpoſition to be Married? It is an houre that I dreame not of. An houre, were not I thine onely Nurſe, I would ſay thou had'ſt ſuckt wiſedome from thy teat. Well thinke of marriage now, yonger then you Heere in Verona, Ladies of eſteeme, Are made already Mothers. By my count I was your Mother, much vpon theſe yeares That you are now a Maide, thus then in briefe: The valiant Paris ſeekes you for his loue. A man young Lady, Lady, ſuch a man as all the world. Why hee's a man of waxe. Veronas Summer hath not ſuch a flower. Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower. What ſay you, can you loue the Gentleman? This night you ſhall behold him at our Feaſt, Read ore the volume of young Paris face, And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen: Examine euery ſeuerall liniament, And ſee how one another lends content: And what obſcur'd in this faire volume lies, Find written in the Margent of his eyes▪ This precious Booke of Loue, this vnbound Louer, To Beautifie him, onely lacks a Couer. The fiſh liues in the Sea, and 'tis much pride For faire without, the faire within to hide: That Booke in manies eyes doth ſhare the glorie, That in Gold claſpes, Lockes in the Golden ſtorie: So ſhall you ſhare all that he doth poſſeſſe, By hauing him, making your ſelfe no leſſe. No leſſe, nay bigger: women grow by men. Speake briefly, can you like of Paris loue? Ile looke to like, if looking liking moue. But no more deepe will I endart mine eye, Then your conſent giues ſtrength to make flye. Madam, the gueſts are come, ſupper ſeru'd vp, you cal'd, my young Lady askt for, the Nurſe cur'ſt in the Pantery, and euery thing in extremitie: I muſt hence to wait, I beſeech you follow ſtraight.