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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Now heaven send thee good fortune, a kind heart he hath: a woman would run through fire & water for such a kind heart. But yet, I would my Master had Mistress Anne, or I would M. Slender had her: or (in sooth) I would M. Fenton had her; I will do what I can for them all three, for so I have promised, and I'll be as good as my word, but speciously for M. Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to Sir Iohn Falstaff from my two Mistresses: what a beast am I to slack it. Bardolfe I say. here Sir. Go, fetch me a quart of Sack, put a tossed in't. Have I lived to be carried in a Basket like a barrow of butcher's Offal? and to be thrown in the Thames? Well, if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ' ta'en out and buttered, and give them to a dog for a New-year's gift. The rogues slighted me into the river with as little remorse, as they would have drowned a blind bitch's Puppies, fifteen i' th' litter: and you may know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking: if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. I had been drowned, but that the shore was sheluy and shallow: a death that I abhor: for the water swells a man; and what a thing should I have been, when I had been swelled? I should have been a Mountain of Mummy. Here's M. Quickly Sir to speak with you. Come, let me pour in some Sack to the Thames water: for my bellies as cold as if I had swallowed snowballs, for pills to cool the reines. Call her in. Come in woman. By your leave: I cry you mercy? Give your worship good morrow. Take away these Chalices: Go, brew me a pottle of Sack finely. With Eggs, Sir? Simple of itself: I'll no Pullet-Spersme in my brewage. How now? Marry Sir, I come to your worship from M. Ford. Mist. Ford? I have had Ford enough: I was thrown into the Ford; I have my belly full of Ford. Alas the day, (good-heart) that was not her fault: she does so take on with her men; they mistook their erection. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish Woman's promise. Well, she laments Sir for it, that it would yern your heart to see it: her husband goes this morning a birding; she desires you once more to come to her, between eight and nine: I must carry her word quickly, she'll make you amends I warrant you. Well, I will visit her, tell her so: and bid her think what a man is: Let her consider his frailty, and then judge of my merit. I will tell her. Do so. Between nine and ten sayst thou? Eight and nine Sir. Well, be gone: I will not miss her.
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Now heauen ſend thee good fortune, a kinde heart he hath: a woman would run through fire & water for ſuch a kinde heart. But yet, I would my Maiſter had Miſtris Anne, or I would M. Slender had her: or (in ſooth) I would M. Fenton had her; I will do what I can for them all three, for ſo I haue promiſd, and Ile bee as good as my word, but ſpeciouſly for M. Fenton. Well, I muſt of another errand to Sir Iohn Falstaffe from my two Miſtreſſes: what a beaſt am I to ſlacke it. Bardolfe I ſay. Heere Sir. Go, fetch me a quart of Sacke, put a toſt in't. Haue I liu'd to be carried in a Basket like a barrow of butchers Offall? and to be throwne in the Thames? Wel, if I be ſeru'd ſuch another tricke, Ile haue my braines 'tane out and butter'd, and giue them to a dogge for a New-yeares gift. The rogues ſlighted me into the riuer with as little remorſe, as they would haue drown'de a blinde bitches Puppies, fifteene i' th litter: and you may know by my ſize, that I haue a kinde of alacrity in ſinking: if the bottome were as deepe as hell, I ſhold down. I had beene drown'd, but that the ſhore was ſheluy and ſhallow: a death that I abhorre: for the water ſwelles a man; and what a thing ſhould I haue beene, when I had beene ſwel'd? I ſhould haue beene a Mountaine of Mummie. Here's M. Quickly Sir to ſpeake with you. Come, let me poure in ſome Sack to the Thames water: for my bellies as cold as if I had ſwallow'd ſnowbals, for pilles to coole the reines. Call her in. Come in woman. By your leaue: I cry you mercy? Giue your worſhip good morrow. Take away theſe Challices: Go, brew me a pottle of Sacke finely. With Egges, Sir? Simple of it ſelfe: Ile no Pullet-Sperſme in my brewage. How now? Marry Sir, I come to your worſhip from M. Ford. Miſt. Ford? I haue had Ford enough: I was thrown into the Ford; I haue my belly full of Ford. Alas the day, (good-heart) that was not her fault: ſhe do's ſo take on with her men; they miſtooke their erection. So did I mine, to build vpon a fooliſh Womans promiſe. Well, ſhe laments Sir for it, that it would yern your heart to ſee it: her husband goes this morning a birding; ſhe deſires you once more to come to her, betweene eight and nine: I muſt carry her word quickely, ſhe'll make you amends I warrant you. Well, I will viſit her, tell her ſo: and bidde her thinke what a man is: Let her conſider his frailety, and then iudge of my merit. I will tell her. Do ſo. Betweene nine and ten ſaiſt thou? Eight and nine Sir. Well, be gone: I will not miſſe her.