Shakespeare, William · published 1630 · 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 · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Reason, you rogue, reason; thinkest thou I'll endanger my soul, gratis? at a word, hang no more about me, I am no gibbet for you: go, a short knife, and a throng, to your manor of Pickt-hatch; go, you'll not bear a Letter for me you rogue? you stand upon your honour: why, (thou unconfinable baseness) it is as much as I can do to keep the terms of my honour precise; I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine honour in my necessity, am fain to shuffle: to hedge, and to lurch, and yet, you Rogue, will en-sconce your rags; your Cat-a-Mountaine-lookes, your red-lattice phrases, & your boldbeatingoathes, under the shelter of your honour? you will not do it? you? I do relent: what would thou more of man? Sir, here's a woman would speak with you. Let her approach. Give your worship good morrow. Good-morrow, goodwife. Not so, and't please your worship. Good, maid then. I'll be sworn. As my mother was the first hour I was borne. I do believe the swearer; what with me? Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word, or two? Two thousand (fair woman) and i'll vouchsafe thee the hearing. There is one Mistress Ford, (Sir) I pray come a little nearer this ways; I myself dwell with Master Doctor Caius. Well, on; Mistress Ford, you say. Your worship says very true; I pray your worship come a little nearer this ways. I warrant thee, nobody hears; mine own people, mine own people. Are they so? Heaven-blesse them, and make them his servants. Well; Mistress Ford, what of her? Why, Sir; she's a good creature; Lord, Lord your Worship's a wanton: well, heaven forgive you, and all of us, I pray— Mistress Ford, come, mistress Ford. Marry this is the short, and the long of it; you have brought her into such a Canaries, as 'tis wonderful; the best Courtier of them all (when the Court lay at Windsor) could never have brought her to such a canary: yet there has been Knights, and Lords, and Gentlemen, with their Coaches; I warrant you Coach after Coach, letter after letter, gift after gift, smelling so sweetly; all musk, and so rushling, I warrant you, in silk and gold, and in such aligant terms, and in such wine and sugar of the best, and the fairest, that would have won any woman's heart: and I warrant you, they could never get an eye-winke of her: I had myself twenty Angels given me this morning, but I defy all Angels in any such sort, as they say) but in the way of honesty: and I warrant you, they could never get her so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of them all, and yet there has been Earls; nay, (which is more) pensioners, but I warrant you all is one with her. But what says she to me? Be brief my good she- Mercury.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Reaſon, you roague, reaſon; thinkſt thou Ile endanger my ſoule, gratis? at a word, hang no more about mee, I am no gibbet for you: goe, a ſhort knife, and a throng, to your Mannor of Pickt-hatch; goe, you'll not beare a Letter for mee you roague? you ſtand vpon your honour: why, (thou vnconfinable baſeneſſe) it is as much as I can doe to keepe the termes of my honour preciſe; I, I, I my ſelfe ſometimes, leauing the feare of heauen on the left hand, and hiding mine honor in my neceſſity, am faine to ſhuffle: to hedge, and to lurch, and yet, you Rogue, will en-ſconce your raggs; your Cat-a-Mountaine-lookes, your red-lattice phraſes, & your boldbeatingoathes, vnder the ſhelter of your honor? you will not doe it? you? I doe relent: what would thou more of man? Sir, here's a woman would ſpeake with you. Let her approach. Giue your worſhip good morrow. Good-morrow, good-wife. Not ſo, and't pleaſe your worſhip. Good, maid then. Ile be ſworne. As my mother was the firſt houre I was borne. I doe beleeue the ſwearer; what with me? Shall I vouch-ſafe your worſhip a word, or two? Two thouſand (faire woman) and ile vouchſafe thee the hearing. There is one Miſtreſſe Ford, (Sir) I pray come a little neerer this waies; I my ſelfe dwell with Maſter Doctor Caius. Well, on; Miſtris Ford, you ſay. Your worſhip ſaies very true; I pray your worſhip come a little neerer this waies. I warrant thee, no-bodie heares; mine owne people, mine owne people. Are they ſo? heauen-bleſſe them, and make them his Seruants. Well; Miſtreſſe Ford, what of her? Why, Sir; ſhee's a good creature; Lord, Lord your Worſhip's a wanton: well, heauen forgiue you, and all of vs, I pray— Miſtreſſe Ford, come, Miſtreſſe Ford. Marry this is the ſhort, and the long of it; you haue brought her into ſuch a Canaries, as 'tis wonderfull; the beſt Courtier of them all (when the Court lay at Windſor) could neuer haue brought her to ſuch a Canarie: yet there has beene Knights, and Lords, and Gentlemen, with their Coaches; I warrant you Coach after Coach, letter after letter, gift aftee gift, ſmelling ſo ſweetly; all Muske, and ſo ruſhling, I warrant you, in ſilke and golde, and in ſuch alligant tearmes, and in ſuch wine and ſuger of the beſt, and the faireſt, that would haue wonne any womans heart: and I warrant you, they could neuer get an eye-winke of her: I had my ſelfe twentie Angels giuen me this morning, but I defie all Angels in any ſuch ſort, as they ſay) but in the way of honeſty: and I warrant you, they could neuer get her ſo much as ſippe on a cup with the prowdeſt of them all, and yet there has beene Earles; nay, (which is more) Pentioners, but I warrant you all is one with her. But what ſaies ſhee to mee? bee briefe my good ſhee-Mercurie.