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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
And how does good Master Fenton? Pray you a word with you. she's coming; to her Coz: O boy, thou hadst a father. I had a father (M. An) my uncle can tell you good jests of him: pray you Uncle tel Mist. Anne the jest how my Father stole two Geese out of a Pen, good Uncle. Mistress Anne, my Cousin loves you. I that I do, as well as I love any woman in Glocestershire. He will maintain you like a Gentlewoman. I that I will, come cut and longtail, under the degree of a Squire. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds' jointure. Good Master Shallow let him woe for himself. Marry I thank you for it: I thank you for that good comfort: she calls you (Coz) I'll leave you. Now Master Slender. Now good Mistress Anne. What is your will? My will? Odd's-hart-lings, that's a pretty jest indeed: I ne'er made my Will yet (I thank Heaven:) I am not such a sickly creature, I give Heaven praise. I mean (M. Slender) what would you with me? Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you: your father and my uncle hath made motion,: if it be my luck, so; if not, happy man be his dole, they can tell you how things go, better than I can: you may ask your father, here he comes. Now Mr Slender; Love him daughter Anne. Why how now? What does Mr Fenter here? You wrong me Sir, thus still to haunt my house. I told you Sir, my daughter is disposed of. Nay Mr Page, be not impatient. Good M. Fenton, come not to my child. She is no match for you. Sir, will you hear me? No, good M. Fenton. Come M. Shallow: Come son Slender, in; Knowing my mind, you wrong me (M. Fenton.) Speak to Mistress Page. Good Mist. Page, for that I love your daughter In such a righteous fashion as I do, Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, I must advance the colours of my love, And not retire. Let me have your good will. Good mother, do not marry me to yond fool. I mean it not, I seek you a better husband. That's my master, M. Doctor. Alas I had rather be set quick i' th' earth, And bowled to death with Turnips. Come, trouble not yourself good M. Fenton, I will not be your friend, nor enemy: My daughter will I question how she loves you, And as I find her, so am I affected: Till then, farewell Sir, she must needs go in, Her father will be angry. Farewell gentle Mistress: farewell Nan This is my doing now: Nay, said I, will you cast away your child on a Fool, and a Physician: Look on M. Fenton, this is my doing. I thank thee: and I pray thee once to night, Give my sweet Nan this Ring: there's for thy pains.
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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And how do's good Maſter Fenton? Pray you a word with you. Shee's comming; to her Coz: O boy, thou hadſt a father. I had a father (M. An) my vncle can tel you good ieſts of him: pray you Vncle tel Miſt. Anne the ieſt how my Father ſtole two Geeſe out of a Pen, good Vnckle. Miſtris Anne, my Cozen loues you. I that I do, as well as I loue any woman in Gloceſterſhire. He will maintaine you like a Gentlewoman. I that I will, come cut and long-taile, vnder the degree of a Squire. He will make you a hundred and fiftie pounds ioynture. Good Maiſter Shallow let him woo for himſelfe. Marrie I thanke you for it: I thanke you for that good comfort: ſhe cals you (Coz) Ile leaue you. Now Maſter Slender. Now good Miſtris Anne. What is your will? My will? Odd's-hart-lings, that's a prettie ieſt indeede: I ne're made my Will yet (I thanke Heauen:) I am not ſuch a ſickely creature, I giue Heauen praiſe. I meane (M. Slender) what wold you with me? Truely, for mine owne part, I would little or nothing with you: your father and my vncle hath made motion,: if it be my lucke, ſo; if not, happy man bee his dole, they can tell you how things go, better then I can: you may aske your father, heere he comes. Now Mr Slender; Loue him daughter Anne. Why how now? What does Mr Fenter here? You wrong me Sir, thus ſtill to haunt my houſe. I told you Sir, my daughter is diſpoſd of. Nay Mr Page, be not impatient. Good M. Fenton▪ come not to my child. She is no match for you. Sir, will you heare me? No, good M. Fenton. Come M. Shallow: Come ſonne Slender, in; Knowing my minde, you wrong me (M. Fenton.) Speake to Miſtris Page. Good Miſt. Page, for that I loue your daughter In ſuch a righteous faſhion as I do, Perforce, againſt all checkes, rebukes, and manners, I muſt aduance the colours of my loue, And not retire. Let me haue your good will. Good mother, do not marry me to yond foole. I meane it not, I ſeeke you a better huſband. That's my maſter, M. Doctor. Alas I had rather be ſet quick i' th earth, And bowl'd to death with Turnips. Come, trouble not your ſelfe good M. Fenton, I will not be your friend, nor enemy: My daughter will I queſtion how ſhe loues you, And as I finde her, ſo am I affected: Till then, farewell Sir, ſhe muſt needs go in, Her father will be angry. Farewell gentle Miſtris: farewell Nan. This is my doing now: Nay, ſaide I, will you caſt away your childe on a Foole, and a Phyſitian: Looke on M. Fenton, this is my doing. I thanke thee: and I pray thee once to night, Giue my ſweet Nan this Ring: there's for thy paines.