Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 503 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
The time draws on he should come to my house, Well wife, you had best work closely, Or I am like to go beyond your cunning: I now will seek my guess that comes to dinner, And in good time see where they all are come. By my faith a knot well met: your welcome all. I thank you good M. Ford. Welcome good M. Page, I would your daughter were here. I thank you sir, she is very well at home. Father Page I hope I have your consent For Mistress Anne? You have son Slender, but my wife here, Is altogether for master Doctor. Begar I tanck her heartily: But what say you to young Master Fenton? He caper's, he dances, he writes verses, he smells All April and May: he will carry it, he will carit, 'tis in his betmes he will carite. My host not with my consent: the gentleman is Wild, he knows too much: If he take her, Let him take her simply: for my goods goes With my liking, and my liking goes not that way. Well I pray go home with me to dinner: Besides your cheer I'll show you wonders: I'll Show you a monster. You shall go with me. M. Page, and so shall you sir Hugh, and you Master Doctor. If there be one in the company, I shall make two: And dear be ven to, I shall make de tird: Sir Hu, In your teeth for shame, well, well, God be with you, we shall have the fairer Wooing at Master Pages: Host I'll to my honest knight sir Iohn Falstaff, And drink Canary with him. I may chance to make him drink in pipe wine, First come gentlemans. Sirrah, if your M. ask you whither You carry this basket, say to the Launderers, I hope you know how to bestow it? I warrant you mistresses. Go get you in. Well sir Iohn, I believe I shall serve you such a trick, You shall have little mind to come again. Have I caught my heavenly jewel? Why now let me die. I have lived long enough, This is the happy hour I have desired to see, Now shall I sin in my wish, I would thy husband were dead. Why how then sir Iohn? By the Lord, I'd make thee my Lady. Alas sir Iohn, I should be a very simple Lady. Go too, I see how thy eye doth emulate the Diamond. And how the arched bent of thy brow Would become the ship tyre, the tire vellet, Oranie Venetian attire, I see it. A plain kercher sir Iohn, would fit me better. By the Lord thou art a traitor to say so: What made me love thee? Let that persuade thee there's somewhat extraordinary in thee: Go too I love thee: Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, like one Of these fellows that smells like Bucklers-berie, In simple time, but I love thee, And none but thee.
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The time drawes on he shuld come to my house, Well wife, you had best worke closely, Or I am like to goe beyond your cunning: I now wil seek my guesse that comes to dinner, And in good time see where they all are come. By my faith a knot well met: your welcome all. I thanke you good M. Ford. Welcome good M. Page, I would your daughter were here. I thank you sir, she is very well at home. Father Page I hope I haue your consent For Misteris Anne? You haue sonne Slender, but my wife here, Is altogether for maister Doctor. Begar I tanck her hartily: But what say you to yong Maister Fenton? He capers, he daunces, he writes verses, he smelles All April and May: he wil cary it, he wil carit, Tis in his betmes he wil carite. My host not with my cōsent: the gentleman is Wilde, he knowes too much: If he take her, Let him take her simply: for my goods goes With my liking, and my liking goes not that way. Well I pray go home with me to dinner: Besides your cheare Ile shew you wonders: Ile Shew you a monster. You shall go with me. M. Page, and so shall you sir Hugh, and you Maister Doctor. If there be one in the company, I shal make two: And dere be ven to, I sall make de tird: Sir Hu, In your teeth for shame, wel, wel, God be with you, we shall haue the fairer Wooing at Maister Pages: Host Ile to my honest knight sir Iohn Falstaffe, And drinke Canary with him. I may chance to make him drinke in pipe wine, First come gentlemen. Sirrha, if your M. aske you whither You carry this basket, say to the Launderers, I hope you know how to bestow it? I warrant you misteris. Go get you in. Well sir Iohn, I beleeue I shall serue you such a trick, You shall haue little mind to come againe. Haue I caught my heauenlie Iewel? Why now let me die. I haue liued long inough, This is the happie houre I haue desired to see, Now shall I sin in my wish, I would thy husband were dead. Why how then sir Iohn? By the Lord, Ide make thee my Ladie. Alas sir Iohn, I should be a verie simple Ladie. Goe too, I see how thy eie doth emulate the Diamond. And how the arched bent of thy brow Would become the ship tire, the tire vellet, Oranie Venetian attire, I see it. A plaine kercher sir Iohn, would fit me better. By the Lord thou art a traitor to saie so: What made me loue thee? Let that perswade thee Ther's somewhat extraordinarie in thee: Goe too I loue thee: Mistris Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, like one Of these fellowes that smels like Bucklers-berie, In simple time, but I loue thee, And none but thee.