Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Dispatched? I'll make the best in Gloftershire know on't: would I were hanged lafoy, else. Of what son? I came yonder at Eaton to marry Mistress Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy. If it had not been i' th' Church, I would have swinged him, or he should have swinged me. If I did not think it had been Anne Page, would I might never stir, and 'tis a Postmasters Boy. Upon my life then, you took the wrong. What need you tell me that? I think so, when I took a Boy for a Girl: If I had been married to him, (for all he was in woman's apparel) I would not have had him. Why this is your own folly, Did not I tell you how you should know my daughter, By her garments? I went to her in green, and cried Mum, and she cried budget, as Anne and I had appointed, and yet it was not Anne, but a Postmasters boy. Good George be not angry, I knew of your purpose: turned my daughter into white, and indeed she is now with the Doctor at the Deanrie, and there married. Ver is Mistress Page: by gar I am cozoned, I ha' married oon Garsoon, a boy; oon peasant, by gar. A boy, it is not An Page, by gar, I am cozened. Why? did you take her in white? I be gar, and 'tis a boy: be gar, I'll raise all Windsor. This is strange: Who hath got the right Anne? My heart misgives me, here comes Mr Fenton. How now Mr Fenton? Pardon good father, good my mother pardon Now Mistress: How chance you went not with Mr Slender? Why went you not with Mr Doctor, maid? You do amaze her: hear the truth of it, You would have married her most shamefully, Where there was no proportion held in love: The truth is, she and I (long since contracted) Are now so sure that nothing can dissolve us: Th' offence is holy, that she hath committed, And this deceit loses the name of craft, Of disobedience, or unduteous title, Since therein she doth evitate and shun A thousand irreligious cursed hours Which forced marriage would have brought upon her. Stand not amazed, here is no remedy: In Love, the heavens themselves do guide the state, Money buys Lands, and wives are sold by fate. I am glad, though you have ta'en a special stand to strike at me, that your Arrow hath glanced. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee joy, what cannot be eschewed, must be embraced. When night-dogges run, all sorts of Deer are chased. Well, I will muse no further: Mr Fenton, Heaven give you many, many merry days: Good husband, let us every one go home, And laugh this sport over by a Country fire, Sir Iohn and all. Let it be so (Sir Iohn:) To Master Broome, you yet shall hold your word, For he, to night, shall lie with Mistress Ford.
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Diſpatch'd? Ile make the beſt in Glofterſhire know on't: would I were hang'd la, elſe. Of what ſonne? I came yonder at Eaton to marry Miſtris Anne Page, and ſhe's a great lubberly boy. If it had not bene i' th Church, I would haue ſwing'd him, or hee ſhould haue ſwing'd me. If I did not thinke it had beene Anne Page, would I might neuer ſtirre, and 'tis a Poſt-maſters Boy. Vpon my life then, you tooke the wrong. What neede you tell me that? I think ſo, when I tooke a Boy for a Girle: If I had bene married to him, (for all he was in womans apparrell) I would not haue had him. Why this is your owne folly, Did not I tell you how you ſhould know my daughter, By her garments? I went to her in greene, and cried Mum, and ſhe cride budget, as Anne and I had appointed, and yet it was not Anne, but a Poſt-maſters boy. Good George be not angry, I knew of your purpoſe: turn'd my daughter into white, and indeede ſhe is now with the Doctor at the Deanrie, and there married. Ver is Miſtris Page: by gar I am cozoned, I ha married oon Garſoon, a boy; oon peſant, by gar. A boy, it is not An Page, by gar, I am cozened. VVhy? did you take her in white? I bee gar, and 'tis a boy: be gar, Ile raiſe all Windſor. This is ſtrange: Who hath got the right Anne? My heart miſgiues me, here comes Mr Fenton. How now Mr Fenton? Pardon good father, good my mother pardon Now Miſtris: How chance you went not with Mr Slender? Why went you not with Mr Doctor, maid? You do amaze her: heare the truth of it, You would haue married her moſt ſhamefully, Where there was no proportion held in loue: The truth is, ſhe and I (long ſince contracted) Are now ſo ſure that nothing can diſſolue vs: Th' offence is holy, that ſhe hath committed, And this deceit looſes the name of craft, Of diſobedience, or vnduteous title, Since therein ſhe doth euitate and ſhun A thouſand irreligious curſed houres Which forced marriage would haue brought vpon her. Stand not amaz'd, here is no remedie: In Loue, the heauens themſelues do guide the ſtate, Money buyes Lands, and wiues are ſold by fate. I am glad, though you haue tane a ſpecial ſtand to ſtrike at me, that your Arrow hath glanc'd. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heauen giue thee ioy, what cannot be eſchew'd, muſt be embrac'd. When night-dogges run, all ſorts of Deere are chac'd. Well, I will muſe no further: Mr Fenton, Heauen giue you many, many merry dayes: Good husband, let vs euery one go home, And laugh this ſport ore by a Countrie fire, Sir Iohn and all. Let it be ſo (Sir Iohn:) To Maſter Broome, you yet ſhall hold your word, For he, to night, ſhall lye with Miſtris Ford▪