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 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Well Girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the Villain lives which slaughtered him. What Villain, Madam? That same Villain Romeo. Villain and he, be many Miles asunder: God pardon, I do with all my heart: And yet no man like he, doth grieve my heart. That is because the Traitor lives. I Madam from the reach of these my hands: Would none but I might venge my Cousins death. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not. Then weep no more, I'll send to one in Mantua, Where that same banished Runagate doth live, Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram, That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied. Indeed I never shall be satisfied With Romeo, till I behold him. Dead Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vexed: Madam if you could find out but a man To bear a poison, I would temper it; That Romeo should upon receipt thereof, Soon sleep in quiet. O how my heart abhors To hear him named, and cannot come to him, To wreak the Love I bore my Cousin, Upon his body that hath slaughtered him. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings Girl. And joy comes well, in such a needy time, What are they, beseech your Ladyship? Well, well, thou hast a careful Father Child? One who to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, That thou expects not, nor I looked not for. Madam in happy time, what day is this? Marry my Child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young, and Noble Gentleman, The County Paris at Saint Peter's Church, Shall happily make thee a joyful Bride. Now by Saint Peter's Church, and Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful Bride. I wonder at this haste, that I must wed Ere he that should be Husband comes to woe: I pray you tell my Lord and Father Madam, I will not marry yet, and when I do, I swear It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate Rather than Paris. These are news indeed. Here comes your Father, tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands. When the Sun sets, the earth doth drizzle daew But for the Sunset of my Brother's Son, It rains downright. How now? A Conduit Girl, what still in tears? Evermore showering in one little body? Thou counterfeits a Bark, a Sea, a Wind: For still thy eyes, which I may call the Sea, Do ebb and flow with tears, the Bark thy body is Sailing in this fault flood, the winds thy sighs, Who raging with the tears and they with them, Without a sudden calm will over set Thy tempest tossed body. How now wife? Have you delivered to her our decree?
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Well Girle, thou weep'ſt not ſo much for his death, As that the Villaine liues which ſlaughter'd him. What Villaine, Madam? That ſame Villaine Romeo. Villaine and he, be many Miles aſſunder: God pardon, I doe with all my heart: And yet no man like he, doth grieue my heart. That is becauſe the Traitor liues. I Madam from the reach of theſe my hands: Would none but I might venge my Cozins death. We will haue vengeance for it, feare thou not. Then weepe no more, Ile ſend to one in Mantua, Where that ſame baniſht Run-agte doth liue, Shall giue him ſuch an vnaccuſtom'd dram, That he ſhall ſoone keepe Tybalt company: And then I hope thou wilt be ſatisfied. Indeed I neuer ſhall be ſatisfied With Romeo, till I behold him. Dead Is my poore heart ſo for a kinſman vext: Madam if you could find out but a man To beare a poyſon, I would temper it; That Romeo ſhould vpon receit thereof, Soone ſleepe in quiet. O how my heart abhors To heare him nam'd, and cannot come to him, To wreake the Loue I bore my Cozin, Vpon his body that hath ſlaughter'd him. Find thou the meanes, and Ile find ſuch a man. But now Ile tell thee ioyfull tidings Gyrle. And ioy comes well, in ſuch a needy time, What are they, beſeech your Ladyſhip? Well, well, thou haſt a carefull Father Child? One who to put thee from thy heauineſſe, Hath ſorted out a ſudden day of ioy, That thou expects not, nor I lookt not for. Madam in happy time, what day is this? Marry my Child, early next Thurſday morne, The gallant, young, and Noble Gentleman, The Countie Paris at Saint Peters Church, Shall happily make thee a ioyfull Bride. Now by Saint Peters Church, and Peter too, He ſhall not make me there a ioyfull Bride. I wonder at this haſt, that I muſt wed Ere he that ſhould be Husband comes to woe: I pray you tell my Lord and Father Madam, I will not marrie yet, and when I doe, I ſweare It ſhall be Romeo, whom you know I hate Rather then Paris. Theſe are newes indeed. Here comes your Father, tell him ſo your ſelfe, And ſee how he will take it at your hands. When the Sun ſets, the earth doth drizzle daew But for the Sunſet of my Brothers Sonne, It raines downright. How now? A Conduit Gyrle, what ſtill in teares? Euermore ſhowring in one little body? Thou counterfaits a Barke, a Sea, a Wind: For ſtill thy eyes, which I may call the Sea, Do ebbe and flow with teares, the Barke thy body is Sayling in this falt floud, the windes thy ſighes, Who raging with the teares and they with them, Without a ſudden calme will ouer ſet Thy tempeſt toſſed body. How now wife? Haue you deliuered to her our decree?