The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 13 of 39
Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I beseech you sir go, my young Master doth expect your reproach. So do I his. And they have conspired together, I will not say you shall see a Mask, but if you do, than it was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on black monday last, at six a clock i'th' morning, falling out that year on ashwensday was four year in thafternoon. What are there masks? hear you me Iessica, lock up my doors, and when you hear the drum and the vile squealing of the wry-necked Fife clamber not you up to the casements than Nor thrust your head into the public street To gaze on Christian fools with varnished faces: But stop my houses ears, I mean my casements, let not the sound of shallow fopprie enter my sober house. By Jacob's staff I swear I have no mind of feasting forth to night: but I will go: go you before me sirrah, say I will come. I will go before sir. Mistress look out at window for all this, there will come a Christian by will be worth a Iewes eye. What says that fool of Hagars' offspring? ha. His words were farewell mistress, nothing else. The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder, Snail slow in profit, and he sleeps by day more than the wildcat: drones hive not with me, therefore I part with him and part with him to one that I would have him help to waste his borrowed purse. Well Iessica go in, perhaps I will return immediathe, do as I bid you, shut doors after you, fast bind, fast find. a proverb never stale in thrifty mind. Farewell, and if my fortune be not crossed, I have a Father, you a daughter lost. This is the penthouse under which Lorenzo desired us to make stand. His hour is almost past. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, for lovers ever run before the clock. O ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly to seal loves bonds new made, than they are wont to keep obliged faith unforfaited. That ever holds: who riseth from a feast with that keen appetite that he sits down? where is the horse that doth untread again his tedious measures with the unbated fire that he did place them first: all things that are are withmore spirit chased then enjoyed. How like a younger or a prodigal the skarfed bark puts from her native bay hugged and embraced by the strumpet wind, how like the prodigal doth she return with over-wetherd ribs and ragged sails lean, rent, and beggared by the strumpet wind? here comes Lorenzo, more of this hereafter. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode not I but my affairs have made you wait: when you shall please to play the thieves for wives I'll watch as long for you then: approach here dwells my father Iew. How whos's within?
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I beſeech you ſir goe, my young Maiſter doth expect your reproch. So doe I his. And they haue conſpired together, I vvill not ſay you ſhall ſee a Maske, but if you doe, then it was not for nothing that my noſe fell a bleeding on black monday laſt, at ſixe a clocke ith morning, falling out that yeere on aſhwenſday was foure yeere in thafternoone. What are there maskes? heare you me Ieſſica, lock vp my doores, and when you heare the drumme and the vile ſquealing of the wry-neckt Fiffe clamber not you vp to the caſements then Nor thruſt your head into the publique ſtreete To gaze on Chriſtian fooles with varniſht faces: But ſtop my houſes eares, I meane my caſements, let not the ſound of ſhallow fopprie enter my ſober houſe. By Iacobs ſtaffe I ſweare I haue no minde of feaſting forth to night: but I will goe: goe you before me ſirra, ſay I will come. I will goe before ſir. Miſtres looke out at window for all this, there will come a Chriſtian by vvill be worth a Iewes eye. What ſayes that foole of Hagars ofspring? ha. His words were farewell miſtris, nothing els. The patch is kinde enough, but a huge feeder, Snaile ſlow in profit, and he ſleepes by day more then the vvild-cat: drones hiue not with me, therefore I part with him and part with him to one that I would haue him helpe to waſt his borrowed purſe. Well Ieſſica goe in, perhaps I will return immediathe, do as I bid you, ſhut dores after you, faſt bind, faſt find. a prouerbe neuer ſtale in thriftie minde. Farewell, and if my fortune be not croſt, I haue a Father, you a daughter loſt. This is the penthouſe vnder which Lorenzo deſired vs to make ſtand. His howre is almoſt paſt. And it is meruaile he out-dwells his howre, for louers euer runne before the clocke. O tenne times faſter Venus pidgions flie to ſeale loues bonds new made, then they are wont to keepe obliged faith vnforfaited. That euer holds: who riſeth from a feaſt vvith that keene appetite that he ſits downe? vvhere is the horſe that doth vntread againe his tedious meaſures with the vnbated fire that he did pace them firſt: all things that are are withmore ſpirit chaſed then enioyd. How like a younger or a prodigall the skarfed barke puts from her natiue bay hugd and embraced by the ſtrumpet wind, how like the prodigall doth ſhe returne vvith ouer-wetherd ribbs and ragged ſailes leane, rent, and beggerd by the ſtrumpet wind? Heere comes Lorenzo, more of this hereafter. Sweet freends, your patience for my long abode not I but my affaires haue made you waite: vvhen you ſhall pleaſe to play the theeues for wiues Ile watch as long for you then: approch here dwels my father Iew. Howe whoſe within?