Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 477 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Tell me sweet Nan, how dost thou yet resolve, Shall foolish Slender have thee to his wife? Or one as wise as he, the learned Doctor? Shall such as they enjoy thy maiden heart? Thou know'st that I have always loved thee dear, And thou hast oft times swore the like to me. Good M. Fenton, you may assure yourself My heart is settled upon none but you, 'tis as my father and mother please: Get their consent, you quickly shall have mine. Thy father thinks I love thee for his wealth, though I must needs confess at first that drew me, But since thy virtues wiped that trash away, I love thee Nan, and so dear is it set, That whilst I live, I near shall thee forget. Gods pity here comes her father. M. Fenton I pray what make you here? You know my answer sir, she's not for you: Knowing my vow, to blame to use me thus. But hear me speak sir. Pray sir get you gone: Come hither daughter, Son Slender let me speak with you. Speak to Mistress Page. Pray mistresses Page let me have your consent. I faith M. Fenton 'tis as my husband please. For my part I'll neither hinder you, nor further you. How say you this was my doings? I bid you speak to mistresses Page. Here nurse, there's a brace of angels to drink, Work what thou canst for me, farewell. By my troth so I will, good heart. Come wife, you an I will in, we'll leave M. Slender And my daughter to talk together. M. Shallow, You may stay sir if you please. Mary I thank you for that: To her cousin, to her. I faith I know not what to say. Now M. Slender, what's your will? Godeso there's a jest indeed: why mistresses An, I never made will yet: I thank God I am wise enough for that. Fie cusse fie, thou art not right, O thou hadst a father. I had a father mistresses Anne, good uncle Tell the jest how my father stole the goose out of The henloft. All this is nought, hark you mistress Anne. He will make you jointure of three hundred pound a year, he shall make you a Gentlewoman. I be God that I vill, come cut and long tail, as good as any is in Glostershire, under the degree of a Squire. O God how many gross faults are hid, And covered in three hundred pound a year? Well M. Slender, within a day or two I'll tell you more. I thank you good mistresses Anne, uncle I shall have her. M. Shallow, M. Page would pray you to come you, and you M. Slender, and you mistress An. Well Nurse, if you'll speak for me, I'll give you more than I'll talk of.
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Tell me sweet Nan, how doest thou yet resolue, Shall foolish Slender haue thee to his wife? Or one as wise as he, the learned Doctor? Shall such as they enioy thy maiden hart? Thou knowst that I haue alwaies loued thee deare, And thou hast oft times swore the like to me. Good M. Fenton, you may assure your selfe My hart is setled vpon none but you, Tis as my father and mother please: Get their consent, you quickly shall haue mine. Thy father thinks I loue thee for his wealth, Tho I must needs confesse at first that drew me, But since thy vertues wiped that trash away, I loue thee Nan, and so deare is it set, That whilst I liue, I nere shall thee forget. Godes pitie here comes her father. M. Fenton I pray what make you here? You know my answere sir, shees not for you: Knowing my vow, to blame to vse me thus. But heare me speake sir. Pray sir get you gon: Come hither daughter, Sonne Slender let me speak with you. Speake to Misteris Page. Pray misteris Page let me haue your cōsent. I faith M. Fentō tis as my husband please. For my part Ile neither hinder you, nor further you. How say you this was my doings? I bid you speake to misteris Page. Here nurse, theres a brace of angels to drink, Worke what thou canst for me, farwell. By my troth so I will, good hart. Come wife, you an I will in, weele leaue M. Slēder And my daughter to talke together. M. Shallow, You may stay sir if you please. Mary I thanke you for that: To her cousin, to her. I faith I know not what to say. Now M. Slender, whats your will? Godeso theres a Iest indeed: why misteris An, I neuer made wil yet: I thāk God I am wise inough for that. Fie cusse fie, thou art not right, O thou hadst a father. I had a father misteris Anne, good vncle Tell the Iest how my father stole the goose out of The henloft. All this is nought, harke you mistresse Anne. He will make you ioynter of three hundred pound a yeare, he shall make you a Gentlewoman. I be God that I vill, come cut and long taile, as good as any is in Glostershire, vnder the degree of a Squire. O God how many grosse faults are hid, And couered in three hundred pound a yeare? Well M. Slender, within a day or two Ile tell you more. I thanke you good misteris Anne, vncle I shall haue her. M. Shallow, M. Page would pray you to come you, and you M. Slender, and you mistris An. Well Nurse, if youle speake for me, Ile giue you more then Ile talke of.