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 · 495 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.
And how does god Master Fenton? Pray you a word with you. she's coming; to her Coz: O boy, thou hadst a father, I had a father (Mistress Anne) my uncle can tell you good jests of him; pray you uncle, tell Mistress Anne the jest how my Father stole two Geese out of a Pen, good uncle. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you. I that I do, as well as I love any woman in Glocestershire. He will maintain you like a Gentlewoman. I that I will, come cut and longtail, under the degree of a Squire. He will make you a handred and fifty pounds' jointure. Good Master Shallow let him woe for himself. Marry I thank you for it, I thank you for that good comfort: she calls you (Coz) i'll leave you. Now Master Slender. Now good Mistress Anne. What is your will? My will? Odd's-hart-lings, that's a pretty jest indeed: I ne'er made my Will yet (I thank heaven:) I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise. I mean (M. Sender) what would you with me? Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you: your father and uncle hath made motions if it be my luck, so; if not, happy man be his dole, they can tell you how things go, better than I can: you may, your father, here he comes. Now Master Slender; love him daughter Anne. Why how now? What does Master Fenton here? You wrong me Sir, thus still to haunt my house. I told you Sir, my daughter is disposed of. Nay Master Page, be not impatient. Good Master Fenton. come not to my child. She is no match for you. Sir, will you hear me? No, good Master Fenton. Come M. Shallow: Come son Slender, in; Knowing my mind, you wrong me (M. Fenton.) Speak to Mistress Page. Good mistress Page, for that I love your daughter In such a righteous fashion as I do, Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, I must advance the colours or my love, And not retire. Let me have your good will. Good mother, do not marry me to yond fool: I mean it not, I seek you a better husband. That's my master, Master Doctor. Alas I had rather be set quicki'th earth, And bowled to death with Turnips. Come, trouble not yourself good Master Fenton, I will not be your friend, nor enemy: My daughter will I question how she loves you, And as I find her, so am I affected; Till then, farewill Sir, she must needs go in, Her father will be angry. Farewell gentle Mistress; farewell Nan. This is my doing now; Nay, sane I, will you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician: Look on Master Fenton, this is my doing. I thank thee: and I pray thee once to night, Give my sweet Nan this Ring: there's for thy pains:
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And how do's god Maſter Fenton? Pray you a word with you. Shee's comming; to her Coz: O boy, thou hadſt a father, I had a father (Miſtris Anne) my vncle can tel you good ieſts of him; pray you Vncle, tel Miſtris Anne the ieſt how my Father ſtole two Geeſe out of a Pen, good Vnckle. Miſtris Anne, my Cozen loues you. I that I doe, as well as I loue any woman in Gloceſterſhire. He will maintaine you like a Gentlewoman. I that I will, come cut and long-taile, vnder the degree of a Squire. Hee will make you a handred and fiftie pounds ioynture. Good Maſter Shallow let him woe for himſelfe. Marry I thanke you for it, I thanke you for that good comfort: ſhe cals you (Coz) ile leaue you. Now Maſter Slender. Now good Miſtris Anne. What is your will? My will? Odd's-hart-lings, that's a prettie ieſt indeed: I ne're made my Will yet (I thanke Heauen:) I am not ſuch a ſickely creature, I giue Heauen praiſe. I meane (M. Sender) what would you with me? Truely, for mine owne part, I would little or nothing with you: your father and vncle hath made motions if it be my lucke, ſo; if not, happy man be his dole, they can tell you how things goe, better then I can: you may, your father, heere he comes. Now Maſter Slender; Loue him daughter Anne. Why how now? What does Maſter Fenton here? You wrong me Sir, thus ſtill to haunt my houſe. I told you Sir, my daughter is diſpoſd of. Nay Maſter Page, be not impatient. Good Maſter Fenton. come not to my child. She is no match for you. Sir, will you heare me? No, good Maſter Fenton. Come M. Shallow: Come ſonne Slender, in; Knowing my minde, vou wrong me (M. Fenton.) Speake to Miſtris Page. Good Miſtris Page, for that I loue your daughter In ſuch a righteous faſhion as I do, Perforce, againſt all checkes, rebukes, and manners, I muſt aduance the colours or my loue, And not retire. Let me haue your good will. Good mother, do not marry me to yond foole: I meane it not, I ſeeke you a better huſband. That's my maſter, Maſter Doctor. Alas I had rather be ſet quicki'th earth, And bowl'd to death with Turnips. Come, trouble not your ſelfe good Maſter Fenton, I will not be your friend, nor enemy: My daughter will I queſtion how ſhe loues you, And as I finde her, ſo am I affected; Till then, farewill Sir, ſhe muſt needs go in, Her father will be angry. Farewell gentle Miſtris; farewell Nan. This is my doing now; Nay, ſaine I, will you caſt away your childe on a Foole, and a Phyſitian: Looke on Maſter Fenton, this is my doing. I thanke thee: and I pray thee once to night, Giue my ſweet Nan this Ring: there's for thy paines: