Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
So shall I evermore be bound to thee; Besides, I'll make a present recompense. Prithee no more prattling: go, I'll hold, this is the third time: I hope good luck lies in odd numbers: Away, go, they say there is Divinity in odd Numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death: away. I'll provide you a chain, and I'll do what I can to get you a pair of horns. Away I say, time wears, hold up your head & mince. How now M. Broome? Master Broome, the matter will be known to night, or never. Be you in the Park about midnight, at Hernes-Oake, and you shall see wonders. Went you not to her yesterday (Sir) as you told me you had appointed? I went to her (Master Broome) as you see, like a poore-old-man, but I came from her (Master Broome) like a poore-old-woman; that same knave (Ford her husband) hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him (Master Broome) that ever governed Frenzy. I will tell you, he beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman: (for in the shape of Man (Master Broome) I fear not Goliath with a Weaver's beam, because I know also, life is a Shuttle) I am in haste, go along with me, I'll tell you all (Master Broome:) since I plucked Geese, played Trewant, and whipped Top, I knew not what 'twas to be beaten, till lately. Fellow me, I'll tell you strange things of this knave Ford, on whom to night I will be revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your hand. Fellow, strange things in hand (M. Broome) follow. Come, come: we'll couch i' th' Castle-ditch, till we see the light of our Fairies. Remember son Slender, my I forsooth, I have spoke with her, & we have a nay-word, how to know one another. I come to her in white, and cry Mum; she cries Budget, and by that we know one another. That's good too: But what needs either your Mum, or her Budget? The white will decipher her well enough. It hath strooke ten a'clocke. The night is dark, Light and Spirits will become it well: Heaven prosper our sport. No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns. Let's away: follow me. Mr Doctor, my daughter is in green, when you see your time, take her by the hand, away with her to the Deaverie, and dispatch it quickly: go before into the Park: we two must go together. I know vat I have to do, adieu. Far you well (Sir.) my husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse of Falstaff, as he will chafe at the Doctors marrying my daughter: But 'tis no matter; better a little chiding, than a great deal of heartbreak. Where is Nan now? and her troop of Fairies? and the Welch-devill Herne?
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So ſhall I euermore be bound to thee; Beſides, Ile make a preſent recompence. Pre'thee no more pratling: go, Ile hold, this is the third time: I hope good lucke lies in odde numbers: Away, go, they ſay there is Diuinity in odde Numbers, either in natiuity, chance, or death: away. Ile prouide you a chaine, and Ile do what I can to get you a paire of hornes. Away I ſay, time weares, hold vp your head & mince. How now M. Broome? Maſter Broome, the matter will be knowne to night, or neuer. Bee you in the Parke about midnight, at Hernes-Oake, and you ſhall ſee wonders. Went you not to her yeſterday (Sir) as you told me you had appointed? I went to her (Maſter Broome) as you ſee, like a poore-old-man, but I came from her (Maſter Broome) like a poore-old-woman; that ſame knaue (Ford hir huſband) hath the ſineſt mad diuell of ealouſie in him (Maſter Broome) that euer gouern'd Frenſie. I will tell you, he beate me greeuouſly, in the ſhape of a woman: (for in the ſhape of Man (Maſter Broome) I feare not Goliah with a Weauers beame, becauſe I know alſo, life is a Shuttle) I am in haſt, go along with mee, Ile tell you all (Maſter Broome:) ſince I pluckt Geeſe, plaide Trewnt, and whipt Top, I knew not what 'twas to be beaten, till lately. Follow mee, Ile tell you ſtrange things of this knaue Ford, on whom to night I will be reuenged, and I will deliuer his wife into your hand. Follow, ſtraunge things in hand (M. Broome) follow. Come, come: wee'll couch i' th Caſtle-ditch, till we ſee the light of our Fairies. Remember ſon Slender, my I forſooth, I haue ſpoke with her, & we haue a nay-word, how to know one another. I come to her in white, and cry Mum; ſhe cries Budget, and by that we know one another. That's good too: But what needes either your Mum, or her Budget? The white will decipher her well enough. It hath ſtrooke ten a'clocke. The night is darke, Light and Spirits will become it wel: Heauen proſper our ſport. No man means euill but the deuill, and we ſhal know him by his hornes. Lets away: follow me. Mr Doctor, my daughter is in green, when you ſee your time, take her by the hand, away with her to the Deauerie, and diſpatch it quickly: go before into the Parke: we two muſt go together. I know vat I haue to do, adieu. Fare you well (Sir.) my husband will not reioyce ſo much at the abuſe of Falſtaffe, as he will chafe at the Doctors marrying my daughter: But 'tis no matter; better a little chiding, then a great deale of heartbreake. Where is Nan now? and her troop of Fairies? and the Welch-deuill Herne?