Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 501 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Sir the humour of it is, he loves your wife, I should ha' borne the humour Letter to her: I speak and I avouch 'tis true: My name is Nym. Farewell, I love not the humour of bread and cheese: And there's the humour of it. The humour of it, quoth you: Here's a fellow frites humour out of his wits. How now sweet heart, how dost thou? How now man? How do you mistress Ford? Well I thank you good M. Page. How now husband, how chance thou art so melancholy? Melancholy, I am not melancholy. Go get you in, go. God save me, see who yonder is: we'll set her a work in this business. O she'll serve excellent. Now you come to see my daughter An I am sure. I forsooth that is my coming. Come go in with me. Come Mis. Ford. I follow you Mistress Page. M. Page did you hear what these fellows said? Yes M. Ford, what of that sir? Do you think it is true that they told us? No by my troth do I not, I rather take them to be paltry lying knaves, Such as rather speaks of envy, Then of any certain they have Of any thing. And for the knight, perhaps He hath spoke merrily, as the fashion of fat men Are: But should he love my wife, I faith I'd turn her lose to him: And what he got more of her, Then ill looks, and shroud words, Why let me bear the penalty of it. Nay I do not mistrust my wife, Yet I'd be loath to turn them together, A man may be too confident. Here comes my ramping host of the garter, there's either licker in his head, or money in his purse, That he looks so merrily. Now mine Host? God bless you my bully rooks, God bless you. Cavelera justice I say. At hand mine host, at hand. M. Ford god den to you. God den an twenty good M. Page. I tell you sir we have sport in hand. Tell him cavelira justice: tell him bully rook. Mine Host a the garter: What says my bully rook? A word with you sir. Hark you sir, I'll tell you what the sport shall be, Doctor Cayus and sir Hu are to fight, My merry Host hath had the measuring Of their weapons, and hath Appointed them contrary places. Hark in your ear: Hast thou no shoot against my knight, My guest, my cavellira: None I protest: But tell him my name Is Brooke, only for a jest. My hand bully: Thou shalt Have egress and regress, and thy Name shall be Brook: Sed I well bully Hector? I tell you what M. Page, I believe The Doctor is no jester, he'll lay it on: For though we be justices and Doctors, And Church men, yet we are The sons of women M. Page: True master Shallow: It will be found so master Page:
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Syr the humor of it is, he loues your wife, I should ha borne the humor Letter to her: I speake and I auouch tis true: My name is Nym. Farwell, I loue not the humor of bread and cheese: And theres the humor of it. The humor of it, quoth you: Heres a fellow frites humor out of his wits. How now sweet hart, how dost thou? How now man? How do you mistris Ford? Well I thanke you good M. Page. How now husband, how chaunce thou art so melancholy? Melancholy, I am not melancholy. Goe get you in, goe. God saue me, see who yonder is: Weele set her a worke in this businesse. O sheele serue excellent. Now you come to see my daughter An I am sure. I forsooth that is my comming. Come go in with me. Come Mis. Ford. I follow you Mistresse Page. M. Page did you heare what these fellowes said? Yes M. Ford, what of that sir? Do you thinke it is true that they told vs? No by my troth do I not, I rather take them to be paltry lying knaues, Such as rather speakes of enuie, Then of any certaine they haue Of any thing. And for the knight, perhaps He hath spoke merrily, as the fashion of fat men Are: But should he loue my wife, I faith Ide turne her loose to him: And what he got more of her, Then ill lookes, and shrowd words, Why let me beare the penaltie of it. Nay I do not mistrust my wife, Yet Ide be loth to turne them together, A man may be too confident. Here comes my ramping host of the garter, Ther's either licker in his hed, or mony in his purse, That he lookes so merily. Now mine Host? God blesse you my bully rookes, God blesse you. Cauelera Iustice I say. At hand mine host, at hand. M. Ford god den to you. God den an twentie good M. Page. I tell you sir we haue sport in hand. Tell him cauelira Iustice: tell him bully rooke. Mine Host a the garter: What ses my bully rooke? A word with you sir. Harke you sir, Ile tell you what the sport shall be, Doctor Cayus and sir Hu are to fight, My merrie Host hath had the measuring Of their weapons, and hath Appointed them contrary places. Harke in your eare: Hast thou no shute against my knight, My guest, my cauellira: None I protest: But tell him my name Is Brooke, onlie for a Iest. My hand bully: Thou shalt Haue egres and regres, and thy Name shall be Brooke: Sed I well bully Hector? I tell you what M. Page, I beleeue The Doctor is no Iester, heele laie it on: For tho we be Iustices and Doctors, And Church men, yet we are The sonnes of women M. Page: True maister Shallow: It will be found so maister Page: