Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
No my Lord. I mean, My Head upon your Lap? I my Lord. Do you think I meant Country matters? I think nothing, my Lord. That's a fair thought to lie between Maid's legs What is my Lord? Nothing. You are merry, my Lord? Who I? I my Lord. Oh God, your only jigge-maker: what should a man do, but be merry. For look you now cheerfully my Mother looks, and my Father died within's two Hours. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my Lord. So long? Nay then let the Devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of Sables. Oh Heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope, a great man's Memory, may outlive his life halfe a year: But byrlady he must build Churches then: or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the Hoby-horsse, whose Epitaph is, For o, For o, the Hoby-horse is forgot. What means this, my Lord? Marry this is Miching Malicho, that means Mischief. Belike this show imports the Argument of the Play? We shall know by these Fellows: the Players cannot keep counsel, they'll tell all. Will they tell us what this show meant? I, or any show that you'll show him. Be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means. You are naught, you are naught, I'll mark the Play. For us, and for our Tragedy, here stooping to your Clemency: We beg your hearing Patiently. Is this a Prologue, or the Poesy of a Ring? 'Tis brief my Lord. As Woman's love. Full thirty times hath Phoebus' Cart gone round, Neptune's salt Wash, and Tellus Orbed ground: And thirty dozen Moons with borrowed sheen, About the World have times twelve thirty been, Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands Unite comutuall, in most sacred Bands. So many journeys may the Sun and Moon Make us again count o'er, ere love be duone. But woe is me, you are so sick of late, So far from cheer, and from your form state, That I distrust you: yet though I distrust, Discomfort you (my Lord) it nothing must: For women's Fear and Love, holds quantity, In neither aught, or in extremity: Now what my love is, proof hath made you know, And as my Love is sized, my Fear is so. Faith I must leave thee Love, and shortly too: My operant Powers my Functions leave to do: And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, Honoured, beloved, and haply, one as kind. For Husband shalt thou— Oh confound the rest: Such Love, must needs be Treason in my breast: In second Husband, let me be accursed, None wed the second, but who killed the first. Wormwood, Wormwood. The instances that second Marriage move, Are base respects of Thirst, but none of Love.. A second time, I kill my Husband dead, When second Husband kisses me in Bed.
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No my Lord. I meane, My Head vpon your Lap? I my Lord. Do you thinke I meant Country matters? I thinke nothing, my Lord. That's a faire thought to ly between Maids legs What is my Lord? Nothing. You are merrie, my Lord? Who I? I my Lord. Oh God, your onely Iigge-maker: what ſhould a man do, but be merrie. For looke you now cheerefully my Mother lookes, and my Father dyed within's two Houres. Nay, 'tis twice two moneths, my Lord. So long? Nay then let the Diuel weare blacke, for Ile haue a ſuite of Sables. Oh Heauens! dye two moneths ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope, a great mans Memorie, may out-liue his life halfe a yeare: But byrlady he muſt builde Churches then: or elſe ſhall he ſuffer not thinking on, with the Hoby-horſſe, whoſe Epitaph is, For o, For o, the Hoby-horſe is forgot. What meanes this, my Lord? Marry this is Miching Malicho, that meanes Miſcheefe. Belike this ſhew imports the Argument of the Play? We ſhall know by theſe Fellowes: the Players cannot keepe counſell, they'l tell all. Will they tell vs what this ſhew meant? I, or any ſhew that you'l ſhew him. Bee not you aſham'd to ſhew, hee'l not ſhame to tell you what it meanes. You are naught, you are naught, Ile marke the Play. For vs, and for our Tragedie, Heere ſtooping to your Clemencie: We begge your hearing Patientlie. Is this a Prologue, or the Poeſie of a Ring? 'Tis briefe my Lord. As Womans loue. Full thirtie times hath Phoebus Cart gon round, Neptunes ſalt Waſh, and Tellus Orbed ground: And thirtie dozen Moones with borrowed ſheene, About the World haue times twelue thirties beene, Since loue our hearts, and Hymen did our hands Vnite comutuall, in moſt ſacred Bands. So many iournies may the Sunne and Moone Make vs againe count o're, ere loue be duone. But woe is me, you are ſo ſicke of late, So farre from cheere, and from your forme ſtate, That I diſtruſt you: yet though I diſtruſt, Diſcomfort you (my Lord) it nothing muſt: For womens Feare and Loue, holds quantitie, In neither ought, or in extremity: Now what my loue is, proofe hath made you know, And as my Loue is ſiz'd, my Feare is ſo. Faith I muſt leaue thee Loue, and ſhortly too: My operant Powers my Functions leaue to do: And thou ſhalt liue in this faire world behinde, Honour'd, belou'd, and haply, one as kinde. For Husband ſhalt thou— Oh confound the reſt: Such Loue, muſt needs be Treaſon in my breſt: In ſecond Husband, let me be accurſt, None wed the ſecond, but who kill'd the firſt. Wormwood, Wormwood. The inſtances that ſecond Marriage moue, Are baſe reſpects of Thriſt, but none of Loue. A ſecond time, I kill my Husband dead, When ſecond Husband kiſſes me in Bed.