Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 478 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
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 in respect of yours, cloth a gold and cuts and laced with silver, set with pearls, down sleeves, side sleeves, and skirts, round underborn with a bluish tinsel, 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: and 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. Claps 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 look 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 rheir 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 thissell. Benedictus, why benedictus? you have some moral in this benedictus.
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No pray thee good Meg, Ile vveare this. By my troth's not ſo good, and I vvarrant your coſin vvill ſay ſo. My coſin's a foole, and thou art another, ile vveare none but this. I like the new tire vvithin excellently, if the haire vvere 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-gowne in reſpect of yours, cloth a gold and cuts and lac'd with ſiluer, ſet with pearles, downe ſleeues, ſide ſleeues, and skirts, round vnderborn with a blewiſh tinſel, but for a fine queint gracefull and excellent faſhion, yours is worth ten on't. God giue mee ioy to weare it, for my heart is exceeding heauy. 'Twill be heauier ſoone, by the waight of a man. Fie vpon thee, art not aſham'd? Of what Lady? of ſpeaking honourably? is not marriage honourable in a beggar? is not your Lord honourable without marriage? I thinke you would haue me ſay, ſauing your reuerence a husband: and bad thinking doe not wreſt true ſpeaking, Ile offend no body, is there any harme 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 elſe, here ſhe comes. Good morrow Coze. Good morrow ſweet Hero. Why how now? do you ſpeake in the ſick tune? I am out of all other tune, me thinkes. Claps into Light a loue, (that goes without a burden,) do you ſing it and Ile dance it. Ye Light aloue with your heeles, then if your husband haue ſtables enough, you'll looke 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 all, H. Well, and you be not turn'd Turke, there's no more ſayling by the ſtarre. What meanes the foole trow? Nothing I, but God ſend euery one rheir harts deſire. Theſe gloues the Count ſent mee, they are an excellent perfume. I am ſtuft coſin, I cannot ſmell. A maid and ſtuft! there's goodly catching of colde. O God helpe 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 qualm. There thou prickſt her with a thiſſell. Benedictus, why benedictus? you haue ſome morall in this benedictus.