Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 481 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
Now which means she to deceive, father or mother? Both my good Host, to go along with me. Now here it rests, that you would procure a priest, And tarry ready at the appointment place, To give our heart's united matrimony. But how will you come to steal her from among them? That hath sweet Nan and I agreed upon, And by a rob of white, the which she wears, With ribones pendant flaring 'bout her head, I shallbe sure to know her, and convey her thence, And bring her where the priest abides our coming, And by thy furtherance there be married. Well, husband your device, I'll to the Vicar, Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a Priest. So shall I evermore be bound unto thee. Besides I'll always be thy faithful friend. This is the third time, well I'll venture, They say there is good luck in old numbers, Ioue transformed himself into a bull, And I am here a Stag, and I think the fattest In all Windsor forest: well I stand here For Horn the hunter, waiting my Does coming. Sir Iohn, where are you? Art thou come my do? what and thou too? Welcome Ladies. I I sir Iohn, I see you will not fail, Therefore you deserve far better than our loves, But it grieves me for your late crosses. This makes amends for all. Come divide me between you, each a haunch, For my horns I'll bequeath them to your husbands, Do I speak like Horn the hunter, ha? God forgive me, what noise is this? You Fairies that do haunt these shady groves, Look round about the wood if you can espy A mortal that doth haunt our sacred round: If such a one you can espy, give him his due, And leave not till you pinch him black and blue: Give them their charge Puck ere they part away. Come hither Pain, go to the country houses, And when you find a slut that lies a sleep, And all her dishes foul, and room unswept, With your long nails pinch her till she cry, And swear to mend her sluttish housewifery. I warrant you I will perform your will. Where is Pead? go you & see where Brokers sleep, And Foxe-eyed Sergeants with their maze, Go lay the Proctors in the street, And pinch the lousy Sergeant's face: Spare none of these when they are a bed, But such whose nose looks plew and red. Away begun, his mind fulfil, And look that none of you stand still. Some do that thing, some do this, All do something, none amiss. I smell a man of middle earth. God bless me from that wealch Fairy. Look every one about this round, And if that any here be found, For his presumption in this place, Spare neither leg, arm, head, nor face.
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Now which means she to deceiue, father or mother? Both my good Host, to go along with me. Now here it rests, that you would procure a priest, And tarrie readie at the appointment place, To giue our harts vnited matrimonie. But how will you come to steale her from among thē? That hath sweet Nan and I agreed vpon, And by a robe of white, the which she weares, With ribones pendant flaring bout her head, I shalbe sure to know her, and conuey her thence, And bring her where the priest abides our cōming, And by thy furtherance there be married. Well, husband your deuice, Ile to the Vicar, Bring you the maide, you shall not lacke a Priest. So shall I euermore be bound vnto thee. Besides Ile alwaies be thy faithfull friend. This is the third time, well Ile venter, They say there is good luck in old numbers, Ioue transformed himselfe into a bull, And I am here a Stag, and I thinke the fattest In all Windsor forrest: well I stand here For Horne the hunter, waiting my Does comming. Sir Iohn, where are you? Art thou come my doe? what and thou too? Welcome Ladies. I I sir Iohn, I see you will not faile, Therefore you deserue far better then our loues, But it grieues me for your late crosses. This makes amends for all. Come diuide me betweene you, each a hanch, For my horns Ile bequeath thē to your husbands, Do I speake like Horne the hunter, ha? God forgiue me, what noise is this? You Fayries that do haunt these shady groues, Looke round about the wood if you can espie A mortall that doth haunt our sacred round: If such a one you can espie, giue him his due, And leaue not till you pinch him blacke and blew: Giue them their charge Puck ere they part away. Come hither Peane, go to the countrie houses, And when you finde a slut that lies a sleepe, And all her dishes foule, and roome vnswept, With your long nailes pinch her till she crie, And sweare to mend her sluttish huswiferie. I warrant you I will performe your will. Where is Pead? go you & see where Brokers sleep, And Foxe-eyed Seriants with their mase, Goe laie the Proctors in the street, And pinch the lowsie Seriants face: Spare none of these when they are a bed, But such whose nose lookes plew and red. Away begon, his mind fulfill, And looke that none of you stand still. Some do that thing, some do this, All do something, none amis. I smell a man of middle earth. God blesse me from that wealch Fairie. Looke euery one about this round, And if that any here be found, For his presumption in this place, Spare neither legge, arme, head, nor face.