Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Count take of me my daughter, and with her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, and all grace say Amen to it. Speak Count, 'tis your Qu. Silence is the perfectest Herald of joy, I were but little happy if I could say, how much? Lady, as you are mine, I am yours, I give away myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. Speak cousin, or (if you cannot) stop his mouth with a kiss, and let not him speak neither. Infaith lady you have a merry heart. Yea my lord I thank it, poor fool it keeps on the windy side of Care, my cousin tells him in his ear that he is in her heart And so she doth cousin. Good Lord for alliance: thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt, I may sit in a corner and cry, heigh ho for a husband. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. I would rather have one of your father's getting: hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? your father got excellent husbands if a maid could come by them. Will you have me? lady. No my lord, unless I might have another for working-days, your grace is too costly to wear every day: but I beseech your grace pardon me, I was born to speak all mirth, and no matter. Your silence most offends me, and to be merry, best becomes you, for out a question, you were borne in a merry hour. No sure my lord, my mother cried, but then there was a star danced, and under that was I borne, cousin's God give you joy. Niece, will you look to those things I told you of? I cry you mercy uncle, by your grace's pardon. By my troth a pleasant spirited lady. There's little of the melancholy element in her my lord, she is never sad, but when she sleeps, & not ever sad then: for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing. She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband. O by no means, she mocks all her wooers out of suit. She were an excellent wife for Benedick. O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad. County Claudio, when mean you to go to church? To morrow my lord, Time goes on crutches, till Love have all his rites. Not till monday, my dear son, which is hence a just seven-night, and a time too brief too, to have all things answer my mind. Come, you shake the head at so long a breathing, but I warrant thee Claudio, the time shall not go dully by us, I will in the interim, undertake one of Hercules' labours, which is, to bring signor Benedick and the lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection, th'one with th'other, I would feign have it a match, and I doubt not but to fashion it, if you three will but minister such assistance as I shall give you direction.
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Counte take of me my daughter, and with her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, and all grace say Amen to it. Speake Counte, tis your Qu. Silence is the perfectest Herault of ioy, I were but little happy if I could say, how much? Lady, as you are mine, I am yours, I giue away my selfe for you, and doate vpon the exchange. Speake cosin, or (if you cannot) stop his mouth with a kisse, and let not him speake neither. Infaith lady you haue a merry heart. Yea my lord I thanke it, poore foole it keepes on the windy side of Care, my coosin tells him in his eare that he is in her heart And so she doth coosin. Good Lord for aliance: thus goes euery one to the world but I, and I am sun-burnt, I may sit in a corner and crie, heigh ho for a husband. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. I would rather haue one of your fathers getting: hath your grace ne re a brother like you? your father got excellent husbands if a maide coulde come by them. Will you haue me? lady. No my lord, vnles I might haue another for working-daies, your grace is too costly to weare euery day: but I beseech your grace pardon me, I was born to speake all mirth, and no matter. Your silence most offends me, and to be merry, best becomes you, for out a question, you were borne in a merry hower. No sure my lord, my mother cried, but then there was a starre daunst, and vnder that was I borne, cosins God giue you ioy. Neece, will you looke to those things I tolde you of? I crie you mercy vncle, by your graces pardon. By my troth a pleasant spirited lady. Theres little of the melancholy element in her my lord, she is neuer sad, but when she sleeps, & not euer sad then: for I haue heard my daughter say, she hath often dreampt of vnhappines, and wakt her selfe with laughing. She cannot indure to heare tell of a husband. O by no meanes, she mockes al her wooers out of sute. She were an excellent wife for Benedick. O Lord, my lord, if they were but a weeke married, they would talke themselues madde. Countie Claudio, when meane you to goe to church? To morow my lord, Time goes on crutches, til Loue haue all his rites. Not til monday, my deare sonne, which is hence a iust seuennight, and a time too briefe too, to haue al things answer my mind. Come▪ you shake the head at so long a breathing, but I warrant thee Claudio, the time shall not go dully by vs, I wil in the interim, vndertake one of Hercules labors, which is, to bring Signior Benedick and the lady Beatrice into a mountaine of affection, th'one with th'other, I would faine haue it a match, and I doubt not but to fashion it, if you three will but minister such assistance as I shall giue you direction.