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 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Oh bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From of the Battlements of any Tower, Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk Where Serpents are: chain me with roaring Bears Or hide me nightly in a Charnel house, Orecovered quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reckie shanks and yellow chapels sculls: Or bid me go into a new made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his grave, Things that to hear them told, have made me tremble, And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstained wife to my sweet Love.. Hold then: go home, be merry, give consent, To marry Paris: wensday is to morrow, To morrow night look that thou lie alone, Let not thy Nurse lie with thee in thy Chamber: Take thou this Viol being then in bed, And this distilling liquor drink thou off, When presently through all thy veins shall run, A cold and drowsy humour: for no pulse Shall keep his native progress, but surcease: No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest, The Roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To many ashes, the eyes windows fall Like death when he shut up the day of life: Each part deprived of supple government, Shall stiff and stark, and cold appear like death, And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, And then awake, as from a pleasant sleep. Now when the Bridegroom in the morning comes, To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: Then as the manner of our country is, In thy best Robes uncovered on the Beer, Be borne to burial in thy kindred's grave: Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie, In the mean time against thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by my Letters know our drift, And hither shall he come, and that very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. And this shall free thee from this present shame, If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear, Abate thy valour in the acting it. Give me, give me, O tell not me ofcare. Hold get you gone, be strong and prosperous: In this resolve, I'll send a Friar with speed To Mantua with my Letters to thy Lord. Love give me strength, And strength shall help afford: Farewell dear father. So many guests invite as here are writ, Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning Cooks. You shall have none ill sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. How canst thou try them so? Marry sir, 'tis an ill Cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. Go be gone, we shall be much unfurnished for this time: what is my Daughter gone to Friar Laurence? I forsooth.
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Oh bid me leape, rather then marrie Paris, From of the Battlements of any Tower, Or walke in theeuiſh waies, or bid me lurke Where Serpents are: chaine me with roaring Beares Or hide me nightly in a Charnell houſe, Orecouered quite with dead mens ratling bones, With reckie ſhankes and yellow chappels ſculls: Or bid me go into a new made graue, And hide me with a dead man in his graue, Things that to heare them told, haue made me tremble, And I will doe it without feare or doubt, To liue an vnſtained wife to my ſweet Loue. Hold then: goe home, be merrie▪ giue conſent, To marrie Paris: wenſday is to morrow, To morrow night looke that thou lie alone, Let not thy Nurſe lie with thee in thy Chamber: Take thou this Violl being then in bed, And this diſtilling liquor drinke thou off, When preſently through all thy veines ſhall run, A cold and drowſie humour: for no pulſe Shall keepe his natiue progreſſe, but ſurceaſe: No warmth, no breath ſhall teſtifie thou liueſt, The Roſes in thy lips and cheekes ſhall fade To many aſhes, the eyes windowes fall Like death when he ſhut vp the day of life: Each part depriu'd of ſupple gouernment, Shall ſtiffe and ſtarke, and cold appeare like death, And in this borrowed likeneſſe of ſhrunke death Thou ſhalt continue two and forty houres, And then awake, as from a pleaſant ſleepe. Now when the Bridegroome in the morning comes, To rowſe thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: Then as the manner of our country is, In thy beſt Robes vncouer'd on the Beere, Be borne to buriall in thy kindreds graue: Thou ſhalt be borne to that ſame ancient vault, Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie, In the meane time againſt thou ſhalt awake, Shall Romeo by my Letters know our drift, And hither ſhall he come, and that very night Shall Romeo beare thee hence to Mantua. And this ſhall free thee from this preſent ſhame, If no inconſtant toy nor womaniſh feare, Abate thy valour in the acting it. Giue me, giue me, O tell not me ofcare. Hold get you gone, be ſtrong and proſperous: In this reſolue, Ile ſend a Frier with ſpeed To Mantua with my Letters to thy Lord. Loue giue me ſtrength, And ſtrength ſhall helpe afford: Farewell deare father. So many gueſts inuite as here are writ, Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning Cookes. You ſhall haue none ill ſir, for Ile trie if they can licke their fingers. How canſt thou trie them ſo? Marrie ſir, 'tis an ill Cooke that cannot licke his owne fingers: therefore he that cannot licke his fingers goes not with me. Go be gone, we ſhall be much vnfurniſht for this time: what is my Daughter gone to Frier Lawrence? I forſooth.