Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Merry Wives of Windsor · chunk 1 of 23

Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 481 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

near talk to me, I'll make a star-chamber matter of it. The Council shall know it. Nay good master Shallow be persuaded by me. Nay surely my uncle shall not put it up so. Will you not hear reasons M. Slenders? You should hear reasons. though he be a knight, he shall not think to carry it so away. M. Page I will not be wronged. For you Sir, I love you, and for my cousin He comes to look upon your daughter. And here's my hand, and if my daughter Like him so well as I, we'll quickly have it a match: In the mean time let me entreat you to sojourn Here a while. And on my life I'll undertake To make you friends. I pray you M. Shallows let it be so. The matter is pud to arbitarments. The first man is M. Page, videlicet M. Page. The second is myself, videlicet myself. And the third and last man, is mine host of the gartyr. Here is sir Iohn himself now, look you. Now M. Shallow, you'll complain of me to the Council, I hear? Sir Iohn, sir Iohn, you have hurt my keeper, Killed my dogs, stolen my dear. But not kissed your keeper's daughter. Well this shall be answered. I'll answer it straight. I have done all this. This is now answered. Well, the Council shall know it. 'tTwere better for you 'ttwere known in counsel, You'll be laughed at. Good urdes sir Iohn, good urdes. Good urdes, good Cabbage. Slender I broke your head, What matter have you against me? I have matter in my head against you and your cogging companions, Pistol and Nym. They carried me to the Tavern and made me drunk, and afterward picked my pocket. What say you to this Pistol, did you pick Master Slenders purse Pistol? I by this handkerchief did he. Two fair shovel board shillings, besides seven groats in mill sixpences. What say you to this Pistol? Sir Iohn, and Master mine, I combat crave Of this same latin bilbo. I do retort the lie Even in thy gorge, thy gorge, thy gorge. By this light it was he then. Sir my honour is not for many words, But if you run base humours of me, I will say mary trap. And there's the humour of it. You hear these matters denied gentlemen, You hear it. No more now, I think it be almost dinner time, For my wife is come to meet us. Mistress Ford, I think your name is, If I mistake not. Your mistake sir is nothing but in the Mistress. But my husband's name is Ford sir. I shall desire your more aequaintance. The like of you good mistresses Page. With all my heart sir Iohn. Come husband will you go? Dinner stays for us. With all my heart, come along Gentlemen.
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PlayThe Merry Wives of Windsor
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1602
First performance / composition (Annals)1597 [Apr 23]
First performance (BritDrama)1597 [1597-1602] [revised after 1606]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 425 · TCP A11983 · DEEP 328
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 0–59 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 23 in this edition
Length481 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.786
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
NEre talke to me, Ile make a star-chamber matter of it. The Councell shall know it. Nay good maister Shallow be perswaded by mee. Nay surely my vncle shall not put it vp so. Wil you not heare reasons M. Slenders? You should heare reasons. Tho he be a knight, he shall not thinke to carrie it so away. M. Page I will not be wronged. For you Syr, I loue you, and for my cousen He comes to looke vpon your daughter. And heres my hand, and if my daughter Like him so well as I, wee'l quickly haue it a match: In the meane time let me intreat you to soiourne Here a while. And on my life Ile vndertake To make you friends. I pray you M. Shallowes let it be so. The matter is pud to arbitarments. The first man is M. Page, videlicet M. Page. The second is my selfe, videlicet my selfe. And the third and last man, is mine host of the gartyr. Here is sir Iohn himselfe now, looke you. Now M. Shallow, youle complaine of me to the Councell, I heare? Sir Iohn, sir Iohn, you haue hurt my keeper, Kild my dogs, stolne my deere. But not kissed your keepers daughter. Well this shall be answered. Ile answere it strait. I haue done all this. This is now answred. Well, the Councell shall know it. Twere better for you twere knowne in counsell, Youle be laught at. Good vrdes sir Iohn, good vrdes. Good vrdes, good Cabidge. Slender I brake your head, What matter haue you against mee? I haue matter in my head against you and your cogging companions, Pistoll and Nym. They carried mee to the Tauerne and made mee drunke, and afterward picked my pocket. What say you to this Pistoll, did you picke Maister Slenders purse Pistoll? I by this handkercher did he. Two faire shouell boord shillings, besides seuen groats in mill sixpences. What say you to this Pistoll? Sir Iohn, and Maister mine, I combat craue Of this same laten bilbo. I do retort the lie Euen in thy gorge, thy gorge, thy gorge. By this light it was he then. Syr my honor is not for many words, But if you run bace humors of me, I will say mary trap. And there's the humor of it. You heare these matters denide gentlemē, You heare it. No more now, I thinke it be almost dinner time, For my wife is come to meet vs. Mistresse Foord, I thinke your name is, If I mistake not. Your mistake sir is nothing but in the Mistresse. But my husbands name is Foord sir. I shall desire your more aequaintance. The like of you good misteris Page. With all my hart sir Iohn. Come husband will you goe? Dinner staies for vs. With all my hart, come along Gentlemen.