Shakespeare, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 502 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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'Glostershire know on't: would I were hanged lafoy, else. Of what son? I came yonder at Eton 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 in white, and indeed she is now with the Doctor at the Denerie, and there married. Ver is mistress Page: by gar I am cozoned, I ha' married one Garsoon, a boy; one 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 Master Fenton▪ How now Master Fenton? Pardon good father, good my mother pardon Now Mistress; How chance you went not with Master Slender? Why went you not with Master 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: Master 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 John and all. Let it be so (Sir John:) To Master Broome, you yet shall hold your word, For he, to night, shall lie with mistress Ford.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Diſpatch'd? Ile make the beſt in'Gloſterſhire 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 beene 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 thinke ſo, when I tooke a Boy for a Girle: If I had beene maried to him, for all hee 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 in white, and indeede ſhee is now with the Doctor at the Denerie, 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. Why? 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 Maſter Fenton▪ How now Maſter Fenton? Pardon good father, good my mother pardon Now Miſtris; How chance you went not with Maſter Slender? Why went you not with Maſter 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 that your Arrow hath glanc'd. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heauen giue thee ioy, What cannot bee eſchew'd, muſt be embrac'd. When night-dogges run, all ſorts of Deere are chac'd. Well, I will muſe no further: Maſter 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.