Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 487 words
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Well. Troth I think your other rabato were better. No pray thee good Meg, i'll wear this. By my troths not so good, and I warrant your cousin will say so. My cosin's a fool, and thou art another, i'll wear none but this. I like the new tire within excellently, if the hair were a thought browner: and your gown's a most rare fashion i'faith, I saw the Duchess of Milan's gown that they praise so. O that exceeds they say. By my troths but a nightgown it respect of yours, cloth a gold and cuts, and laced with silver, set with pearls, down sleeves, side sleeves, and skirts, round vnderborne with a bluish unsell, but for a fine quaint graceful and excellent fashion, yours is worth ten on't. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart is exceeding heavy. 'Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a man. Fie upon thee, art not ashamed? Of what lady? of speaking honourably? is not marriage honourable in a beggar? is not your Lord honourable without marriage? I think you would have me say, saving your reverence a husband: & bad thinking do not wrest true speaking, i'll offend no body, is there any harm in the heavier, for a husband? none I think, and it be the right husband, and the right wife, otherwise 'tis light and not heavy, ask my lady Beatrice else, here she comes. Good morrow cousin. Good morrow sweet Hero. Why how now? do you speak in the sick tune? I am out of all other tune, me thinks. Clap's into Light a love, (that goes without a burden,) do you sing it, and i'll dance it. Ye Light alone with your heels, then if your husband have stables enough you'll see he shall lack no barns. O illegitimate construction! I scorn that with my heels. 'tis almost five a clock cousin, 'tis time you were ready, by my troth I am exceeding ill, hay ho. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband? For the letter that begins them all, H. Well, and you be not turned Turk, there's no more sailing by the star. What means the fool trow? Nothing I, but God send every one their hearts desire. These gloves the Count sent me, they are an excellent perfume. I am stuffed cousin, I cannot smell. A maid and stuffed! there's goodly catching of cold. O God help me, God help me, how long have you professed apprehension? Ever since you left it, doth not my wit become me rarely? It is not seen enough, you should wear it in your cap, by my troth I am sick. Get you some of this distilled carduus benedictus, and lay it to your heart, it is the only thing for a qualm. There thou prickst her with a thissel. Benedictus, why benedictus? you have some moral in this benedictus.
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Well. Troth I thinke your other rebato were better. No pray thee good Meg, ile weare this. By my troth's not so good, and I warrant your cosin will say so. My cosin's a foole, and thou art another, ile weare none but this. I like the new tire within excelently, if the haire were a thought browner: and your gown's a most rare fashion yfaith, I saw the Dutchesse of Millaines gowne that they praise so. O that exceedes they say. By my troth's but a night-gown it respect of yours, cloth a gold and cuts, and lac d with siluer, set with pearles, downe sleeues, side sleeues, and skirts, round vnderborne with a blewish unsell, but for a fine queint graceful and excelent fashion, yours is worth ten on't. God giue me ioy to weare it, for my heart is exceeding heauy. T'will be heauier soone by the weight of a man. Fie vpon thee, art not ashamed? Of what lady? of speaking honourably? is not marriage honourable in a beggar? is not your Lord honourable without mariage? I thinke you would haue me say, sauing your reuerence a husband: & bad thinking do not wrest true speaking, ile offend no body, is there any harm in the heauier, for a husband? none I thinke, and it be the right husband, and the right wife, otherwise tis light and not heauy, aske my lady Beatrice els, here she comes. Good morrow coze. Good morrow sweete Hero. Why how now? do you speake in the sicke tune? I am out of all other tune, me thinkes. Clap's into Light a loue, (that goes without a burden,) do you sing it, and ile daunce it. Ye Light alone with your heels, then if your husband haue stables enough youle see he shall lacke no barnes. O illegitimate construction! I scorne that with my heeles. Tis almost fiue a clocke cosin, tis time you were ready, by my troth I am exceeding ill, hey ho. For a hauke, a horse, or a husband? For the letter that begins them al, H. Wel, and you be not turnde Turke, theres no more sayling by the starre. What meanes the foole trow? Nothing I, but God send euery one their hearts desire. These gloues the Counte sent me, they are an excellent perfume. I am stuft cosin, I cannot smell. A maide and stuft! theres goodly catching of colde. O God help me, God help me, how long haue you profest apprehension? Euer since you left it, doth not my wit become me rarely? It is not seene enough, you should weare it in your cap, by my troth I am sicke. Get you some of this distill'd carduus benedictus, and lay it to your heart, it is the onely thing for a qualme. There thou prickst her with a thissel. Benedictus, why benedictus? you haue some moral in this benedictus.