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 · 487 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.
Believe me, there's no such thing in me. What made me love thee? Let that persuade thee: there's something extraordinary in thee. Come I cannot cog, and say thou art this and that, like a many of thess lisping hawthorn buds, that come like women in men's apparel, and smell like. Bucklers-berry in simple time: I cannot, but I love thee, none but thee; and thou deservest it. Do not betray me sir, I fear you love M. Page▪ Thou mightst as well say, I love to walk by the Counter-gate, which is a hateful to me, as the reek of a Lime-kill. Well, heaven knows how I love you, And you shall one day find it. Keep in that mind, I'll deserve it. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; Or else I could not be in that mind. Mistress Ford, Mistress Ford, here's mistress Page at the door, sweeting, and blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs speak with you presently. She shall not see me, I will ensconce me behind the Arras. Pray you do so, she's a very tattling woman. What's the matter? How now? O Mistress Ford what have you done? You're shamed, y'are overthrown, y'are undone for ever. What's the matter, good mistress Page? O welladay, mist. Ford, having and honestman to your husband, to give him such cause of suspicion. What cause of suspicion? What cause of suspicion? Out upon you: How am I mistook in you? Why (alas) what's the matter? Your husband's coming hither (Woman) with all the Officers in Windsor, to search for a Gentleman, that he says is here now in the house, by your consent to take an ill advantage of his absence, you are undone. 'Tis not, so, I hope. Pray heaven it be not so, that you have such a man here: but 'tis most certain your husband's coming, with half Windsor at his heels, to search for such a one, I come before to tell you, if you know yourself clear, why I am glad of it, but if you have a friend here, convey, convey him out. Be not amazed, call all your senses to you, defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good life for ever. What shall I do? There is a Gentleman my dear friend, and I fear not mine own shame so much, as his peril. I had rather than a thousand pound he were out of the house. For shame, never stand (you had rather, you had rather) your husband's here at hand, bethink you of some conveyance: in the house you cannot bide him. Oh, how have you deceived me? Look, here is a basket, if he be of any reasonable stature, he may creep in here, and throw fowl linen upon him, as if it were going to bucking; Or it is whiting time, send him by your two men to Datchet-Meade.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Beleeue me, ther's no ſuch thing in me. What made me loue thee? Let that perſwade thee: Ther's ſomething extraordinary in thee. Come I cannot cog, and ſay thou art this and that, like a manie of theſs liſping hauthorne buds, that come like women in mens apparrell, and ſmell like. Bucklers-berry in ſimple time: I cannot, but I loue thee, none but thee; and thou deſeru'ſt it. Do not betray me ſir, I feare you loue M. Page▪ Thou mightſt as well ſay, I loue to walke by the Counter-gate, which is a hatefull to me, as the reeke of a Lime-kill. Well, heauen knowes how I loue you, And you ſhall one day finde it. Keepe in that minde, Ile deſerue it. Nay, I muſt tell you, ſo you doe; Or elſe I could not be in that minde. Miſtris Ford, Miſtris Ford, heere's Miſtris Page at the doore, ſweating, and blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs ſpeake with you preſently. She ſhall not ſee me, I will enſconce mee behinde the Arras. Pray you doe ſo, ſhe's a very tatling woman. Whats the matter? How now? O miſtris Ford what haue you done? You'r ſham'd, y'are ouerthrowne, y'are vndone for euer. What's the matter, good miſtris Page? O weladay, miſt. Ford, hauing and honeſtman to your husband, to giue him ſuch cauſe of ſuſpition. What cauſe of ſuſpition? What cauſe of ſuſpition? Out vpon you: How am I miſtooke in you? Why (alas) what's the matter? Your husband's comming hether (Woman) with all the Officers in Windſor, to ſearch for a Gentleman, that hee ſayes is heere now in the houſe, by your conſent to take an ill aduantage of his abſence, you are vndone. 'Tis not, ſo, I hope. Pray heauen it be not ſo, that you haue ſuch a man heere: but 'tis moſt certaine your husband's comming, with halfe Windſor at his heeles, to ſerch for ſuch a one, I come before to tell you, if you know your ſelfe cleere, why I am glad of it, but if you haue a friend here, conuey, conuey him out. Be not amaz'd, call all your ſenſes to you, defend your reputation, or bid farwell to your good life for euer. What ſhall I doe? There is a Gentleman my deere friend, and I feare not mine owne ſhame ſo much, as his perill. I had rather then a thouſand pound he were out of the houſe. For ſhame, neuer ſtand (you had rather, you had rather) your husband's heere at hand, bethinke you of ſome conueyance: in the houſe you cannot bide him. Oh, how haue you deceiu'd me? Looke, heere is a basket, if hee be of any reaſonable ſtature, hee may creepe in heere, and throw fowle linnen vpon him, as if it were going to bucking; Or it is whiting time, ſend him by your two men to Datchet-Meade.