Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Believe me, there's no such thing in me. What made me love thee? Let that persuade thee. there's something extraordinary in thee: Come, I cannot cog, and say thou art this and that, like a-manie of these lisping-hauthorne buds, that come like women in men's apparel, and smell like. Bucklers-berry in simple time: I cannot, but I love thee, none but thee; and thou deservest it. Do not betray me sir, I fear you love M. Page. Thou mightst as well say, I love to walk by the Counter-gate, which is as hateful to me, as the reek of a Lime-kill. Well, heaven knows how I love you, And you shall one day find it. Keep in that mind, I'll deserve it. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; Or else I could not be in that mind. Mistress Ford, Mistress Ford: here's Mistress Page at the door, sweeting, and blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs speak with you presently. She shall not see me, I will ensconce me behind the Arras. Pray you do so, she's a very tattling woman. What's the matter? How now? O mistress Ford what have you done? You're shamed, ye are overthrown, ye are undone for ever. What's the matter, good mistress Page? O welladay, mist. Ford, having an honest man to your husband, to give him such cause of suspicion. What cause of suspicion? What cause of suspicion? Out upon you: How am I mistook in you? Why (alas) what's the matter? Your husband's coming hither (Woman) with all the Officers in Windsor, to search for a Gentleman, that he says is here now in the house; by your consent to take an ill advantage of his absence: you are undone. 'Tis not so, I hope. Pray heaven it be not so, that you have such a man here: but 'tis most certain your husband's coming, with half Windsor at his heels, to search for such a one, I come before to tell you: If you know yourself clear, why I am glad of it: but if you have a friend here, convey, convey him out. Be not amazed, call all your senses to you, defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good life for ever. What shall I do? There is a Gentleman my dear friend: and I fear not mine own shame so much, as his peril. I had rather than a thousand pound he were out of the house. For shame, never stand (you had rather, and you had rather:) your husband's here at hand, bethink you of some conveyance: in the house you cannot hide him. Oh, how have you deceived me? Look, here is a basket, if he be of any reasonable stature, he may creep in here, and throw fowl linen upon him, as if it were going to bucking: Or it is whiting time, send him by your two men to Datchet-Meade:
seed 43: T5 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Beleeue me, ther's no ſuch thing in me. What made me loue thee? Let that perſwade thee. Ther's ſomething extraordinary in thee: Come, I cannot cog, and ſay thou art this and that, like a-manie of theſe liſping-hauthorne buds, that come like women in mens apparrell, and ſmell like. Bucklers-berry in ſimple time: I cannot, but I loue thee, none but thee; and thou deſeru'ſt it. Do not betray me ſir, I fear you loue M. Page. Thou mightſt as well ſay, I loue to walke by the Counter-gate, which is as hatefull to me, as the reeke of a Lime-kill. Well, heauen knowes how I loue you, And you ſhall one day finde it. Keepe in that minde, Ile deſerue it. Nay, I muſt tell you, ſo you doe; Or elſe I could not be in that minde. Miſtris Ford, Miſtris Ford: heere's Miſtris Page at the doore, ſweating, and blowing, and looking wildely, and would needs ſpeake with you preſently. She ſhall not ſee me, I will enſconce mee behinde the Arras. Pray you do ſo, ſhe's a very tatling woman. Whats the matter? How now? O miſtris Ford what haue you done? You'r ſham'd, y' are ouerthrowne, y' are vndone for euer. What's the matter, good miſtris Page? O weladay, miſt. Ford, hauing an honeſt man to your husband, to giue him ſuch cauſe of ſuſpition. What cauſe of ſuſpition? What cauſe of ſuſpition? Out vpon you: How am I miſtooke in you? Why (alas) what's the matter? Your husband's comming hether (Woman) with all the Officers in Windſor, to ſearch for a Gentleman, that he ſayes is heere now in the houſe; by your conſent to take an ill aduantage of his abſence: you are vndone. 'Tis not ſo, I hope. Pray heauen it be not ſo, that you haue ſuch a man heere: but 'tis moſt certaine your husband's comming, with halfe Windſor at his heeles, to ſerch for ſuch a one, I come before to tell you: If you know your ſelfe cleere, why I am glad of it: but if you haue a friend here, conuey, conuey him out. Be not amaz'd, call all your ſenſes to you, defend your reputation, or bid farwell to your good life for euer. What ſhall I do? There is a Gentleman my deere friend: and I feare not mine owne ſhame ſo much, as his perill. I had rather then a thouſand pound he were out of the houſe. For ſhame, neuer ſtand (you had rather, and you had rather:) your husband's heere at hand, bethinke you of ſome conueyance: in the houſe you cannot hide him. Oh, how haue you deceiu'd me? Looke, heere is a basket, if he be of any reaſonable ſtature, he may creepe in heere, and throw fowle linnen vpon him, as if it were going to bucking: Or it is whiting time, ſend him by your two men to Datchet-Meade: