Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
You should not have believed me. For virtue cannot so innocculate our old stock, but we shall-rellish of it. I loved you not. I was the more deceived. Get thee to a Nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of Sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my Mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, Ambitious, with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in imagination, to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such Fellows as I do, crawling between Heaven and Earth. We are arrant Knaves all, believe none of us. Go thy ways to a Nunnery. Where's your Father? At home, my Lord. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the Fool no way, but in's own house. Farewell. O help him, you sweet Heavens. If thou dost Marry, I'll give thee this Plague for thy Dowry. Be thou as chaste as Ice, as pure as Snow, thou shalt not escape Calumny. Get thee to a Nunnery. Go, Farewell. Or if thou wilt needs Marry, marry a fool: for Wise men know well enough, what monsters you make of them. To a Nunnery go, and quickly too. Farewell. O heavenly Powers, restore him. I have heard of your prattlings too well enough. God has given you one pace, and you make yourself another: you gidge, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your Wantonness, your Ignorance. Go too, I'll no more on't, it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more Marriages. Those that are married already, all but one shall live, the rest shall keep as they are. To a Nunnery, go. O what a Noble mind is here o'erthrown? The Courtiers, Soldiers, Scholars: Eye, tongue, sword, Th' expectansie and Rose of the fair State, The glass of Fashion, and the mould of Form, Th' observed of all Observers, quite, quite down. Have I of Ladies most deject and wretched, That sucked the Honey of his Music Vows: Now see that Noble, and most Sovereign Reason, Like sweet Bells jangled out of tune, and harsh, That unmatched Form and Feature of blown youth, Blasted with ecstasy. Oh woe is me, T' have seen what I have seen: see what I see. Love? His affections do not that way tend, Nor what he spoke, though it lacked Form a little, Was not like Madness. There's something in his soul? O'er which his Melancholy sits on brood, And I do doubt the hatch, and the disclose Will be some danger, which to prevent I have in quick determination Thus set it down. He shall with speed to England For the demand of our neglected Tribute: Haply the Seas and Countries different With variable Objects, shall expel This something settled matter in his heart: Whereon his Brains still beating, puts him thus From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
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You ſhould not haue beleeued me. For vertue cannot ſo innocculate our old ſtocke, but we ſhall-relliſh of it. I loued you not. I was the more deceiued. Get thee to a Nunnerie. Why would'ſt thou be a breeder of Sinners? I am my ſelfe indifferent honeſt, but yet I could accuſe me of ſuch things, that it were better my Mother had not borne me. I am very prowd, reuengefull, Ambitious, with more offences at my becke, then I haue thoughts to put them in imagination, to giue them ſhape, or time to acte them in. What ſhould ſuch Fellowes as I do, crawling betweene Heauen and Earth. We are arrant Knaues all, beleeue none of vs. Goe thy wayes to a Nunnery. Where's your Father? At home, my Lord. Let the doores be ſhut vpon him, that he may play the Foole no way, but in's owne houſe. Farewell. O helpe him, you ſweet Heauens. If thou doeſt Marry, Ile giue thee this Plague for thy Dowrie. Be thou as chaſt as Ice, as pure as Snow, thou ſhalt not eſcape Calumny. Get thee to a Nunnery. Go, Farewell. Or if thou wilt needs Marry, marry a fool: for Wiſe men know well enough, what monſters you make of them. To a Nunnery go, and quickly too. Farwell. O heauenly Powers, reſtore him. I haue heard of your pratlings too wel enough. God has giuen you one pace, and you make your ſelfe another: you gidge, you amble, and you liſpe, and nickname Gods creatures, and make your Wantonneſſe, your Ignorance. Go too, Ile no more on't, it hath made me mad. I ſay, we will haue no more Marriages. Thoſe that are married already, all but one ſhall liue, the reſt ſhall keep as they are. To a Nunnery, go. O what a Noble minde is heere o're-throwne? The Courtiers, Soldiers, Schollers: Eye, tongue, ſword, Th' expectanſie and Roſe of the faire State, The glaſſe of Faſhion, and the mould of Forme, Th' obſeru'd of all Obſeruers, quite, quite downe. Haue I of Ladies moſt deiect and wretched, That ſuck'd the Honie of his Muſicke Vowes: Now ſee that Noble, and moſt Soueraigne Reaſon, Like ſweet Bels angled out of tune, and harſh, That vnmatch'd Forme and Feature of blowne youth, Blaſted with extaſie. Oh woe is me, T' haue ſeene what I haue ſeene: ſee what I ſee. Loue? His affections do not that way tend, Nor what he ſpake, though it lack'd Forme a little, Was not like Madneſſe. There's ſomething in his ſoule? O're which his Melancholly ſits on brood, And I do doubt the hatch, and the diſclose Will be ſome danger, which to preuent I haue in quicke determination Thus ſet it downe. He ſhall with ſpeed to England For the demand of our neglected Tribute: Haply the Seas and Countries different With variable Obiects, ſhall expell This ſomething ſetled matter in his heart: Whereon his Braines ſtill beating, puts him thus From faſhion of himſelfe. What thinke you on't?