Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Merry Wives of Windsor · chunk 25 of 42

Shakespeare, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 493 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.

If there be any body in the house, and in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses; heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgement. Begar, nor I too: there is no bodies. Fie, fie, M Ford, are you not ashamed? What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination? I would not ha' your distemper in this kind, for the wealth of Windsor castle. 'Tis my fault (M. Page) I suffer for it. You suffer for a pad conscience; your wife is as honest a o'mans', as I will desires among five thousand, and five hundred too. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. Well, I promised you a dinner, come, come, walk in the park, I pray you pardon me: I will hereafter make known to you why I have done this. Come wife, come Mist Page, I pray you pardon me. Pray heartily pardon me. Let's go in Gentlemen, but (trust me) we'll mock him; I do invite you to morrow morning to my house to breakfast: after we'll a Birding together, I have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be so: Any thing. If there is one, I shall make two in the company. If there be one, or two, I shall make-a-theturd. Pray you go, M. Page. I pray you now remembrance to morrow on the lousy knave, mine Host. Dat is good by gar, withal my heart. A lousy knave, to have his gibes, and his mockeries. I see I cannot get thy father's love, Therefore no more turn me to him (sweet Nan) Alas, how then? Why thou must be thyself. He doth object, I am too great of birth, And that my state being galled with my expense, I seek to heal it only by his wealth. Besides these, other bars he lays before me, My Riots past, my wild Societies, And tells me 'tis a thing impossible I should love thee, but as a property. May be he tells you true. No, heaven so speed me in my time to come, Albeit I will confess, thy father's wealth Was the first motive that I wooed thee (Anne:) Yet wooing thee, I found thee of more value Than stamps in Gold, or sums in sealed bags . And 'tis the very riches of thyself, That now I aim at. Gentle M. Fenton. Yet seek my father's love, still seek it sir, If opportunity and humblest suit Cannot attain it, why then hark you hither. Break their talk mistress Quickly, My Kinsman shall speak for himself. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't, slid, 'tis but venturing. Be not dismayed. No, she shall not dismay me▪ I care not for that, but that I am afeard. Hark ye, Master Slender would speak a word with you I come to him. This is my father's choice. O what a world of vilde-ill-fauoured faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year?
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PlayThe Merry Wives of Windsor
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1630
First performance / composition (Annals)1597 [Apr 23]
First performance (BritDrama)1597 [1597-1602] [revised after 1606]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 428 · TCP A11988 · DEEP 330
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 666–713 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 42 in this edition
Length493 words · 676 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T51 — Parents and children: blessing, birthright and inheritance at 0.806
Other seedsseed 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)
If there be any pody in the houſe, and in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the preſſes; heauen forgiue my ſinnes at the day of iudgement. Be-gar, nor I too: there is no bodies. Fy, fy, M Ford, are you not aſham'd? What ſpirit, what diuell ſuggeſts this imagination? I would not ha your diſtemper in this kind, for the welth of Windſor caſtle. 'Tis my fault (M. Page) I ſuffer for it. You ſuffer for a pad conſcience; your wife is as honeſt a o'mans, as I will deſires among fiue thouſand, and fiue hundred too. By gar, I ſee 'tis an honeſt woman. Well, I promiſd you a dinner, come, come, walke in the Parke, I pray you pardon me: I will hereafter make knowne to you why I haue done this. Come wife, come Miſt Page, I pray you pardon me. Pray hartly pardon me. Let's go in Gentlemen, but (truſt me) we'l mocke him; I doe inuite you to morrow morning to my houſe to breakefaſt: after we'll a Birding together, I haue a fine Hawke for the buſh. Shall it be ſo: Any thing. If there is one, I ſhall make two in the Companie. If there be one, or two, I ſhall make-a-theturd. Pray you goe, M. Page. I pray you now remembrance to morrow on the lowſie knaue, mine Hoſt. Dat is good by gar, withall my heart. A lowſie knaue, to haue his gibes, and his mockeries. I ſee I cannot get thy Fathers loue, Therefore no more turne me to him (ſweet Nan.) Alas, how then? Why thou muſt be thy ſelfe. He doth obiect, I am too great of birth, And that my ſtate being gall'd with my expence, I ſeeke to heale it onely by his wealth. Beſides theſe, other barres he layes before me, My Riots paſt, my wilde Societies, And tels me 'tis a thing impoſſible I ſhould loue thee, but as a property. May be he tels you true. No, heauen ſo ſpeed me in my time to come, Albeit I will confeſſe, thy Fathers wealth Was the firſt motiue that I woo'd thee (Anne:) Yet wooing thee, I found thee of more valew Then ſtamps in Gold, or ſummes in ſealed bagges And 'tis the very riches of thy ſelfe, That now I ayme at. Gentle M. Fenton. Yet ſeeke my Fathers loue, ſtill ſeeke it ſir, If opportunity and humbleſt ſuite Cannot attaine it, why then harke you hither. Breake their talke Miſtris Quickly, My Kinſman ſhall ſpeake for himſelfe. Ile make a ſhaft or a bolt on't, ſlid, tis but venturing. Be not diſmaid. No, ſhe ſhall not diſmay me▪ I care not for that, but that I am affeard. Hark ye, Maſter Slender would ſpeake a word with you I come to him. This is my Fathers choice. O what a world of vilde-ill-fauour'd faults Lookes handſome in three hundred pounds a yeare?