Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 488 words
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Why cozen what are her qualities that you so commend her? Commend her? no by God not I, ha ha: is know her qualities better & better, 'fore I commend her: but Gwenthian is worse and worse out a cry, owe out a cry worse, out of awl cry, she's feared to be made fool as Grissel is, & as God udge me, her mag fine pobbie fool of Sir Owen, her shide & shide, & prawle & scold, by God and scratch terrible sometime, owe & haid her will do what her can, ha ha ha, and sir Owen were handsome pachcler again, pray cozen marquess tag some order in Grissel, or fetch sir Owen to mag Gwenthyan's quiet and tame her. To tame her? that I'll teach you presently, You had no sooner spoke the word of Taming, But mine eye met a speedy remedy, See cozen here's a plot where Osiers grow, The ground belongs to old Ianicula (My Grissel's father) come Sir Meredith, Take out your knife cut three and so will I, So, keep yours cozen let them be safe laid up, These three (thus wound together) I'll preserve. What shall her do now with these? peat and knog her Gwenthian. You shall not take such counsel from my lips, How now Mario? what news brings thee hither in such quick haste? Your wife (my gracious Lord) Is now delivered of two beauteous twins, A son and daughter. Take that for thy pains, Not for the joy that I conceive thereby, For Grissel is not gracious in the eye Of those that love me, therefore I must hate Those that do make my life unfortunate. And that's my children: must I not Mario? Thou bowest thy knee, well, well I know thy mind, Virtue in villains can no succour find, A son and daughter? I by them will prove, My Grissel's patience better, and her love: Come Iulia, come Onophrio, coz farewell, Reserve those wands, these three I'll bear away, When I require them back, then will I show How easily a man may tame a shrew. Ha ha ha, tame a shrew, owe 'tis out a cry terrible hard, and more worse than tame a mad pull, but whad mean her cozen to mag her cut her wands? ha ha, God udge me 'tis fine knag, I see her knavery now, 'tis to pang Gwenthyan's podie and she mag a noise & prabble: Is not so? by God's lid so, & Gwenthian, sir Owen will knog you before her abide such horrible do. God's lid here her comes. Terdawgh Gwenthian Terdawgh. Terdawgh whee, Sir Owen Terdawgh whee. Owe, looge here, fine wands Gwenthyan, is not? Rees tag them and preag them in pieces. What say you forsooth? What say you forsooth? you saucy knave, must her tell her once, and twice, and thrice, and four times, what to do? preag these wands.
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Why cozen what are her quallities that you so commend her? Commend her? no by God not I, ha ha: is know her quallities petter & petter, fore I commend her: but Gwenthian is worse and worse out a cry, owe out a cry worse, out of awl cry, shée's feard to be made fool as Grissill is, & as God vdge me, her mag fine pobbie foole of Sir Owen, her shide & shide, & prawle & scoulde, by God and scradge terrible somtime, owe & haid her wil doe what her can, ha ha ha, and sir Owen were hansome pachcler agen, pray cozen Marquesse tag some order in Grissill, or fedge sir Owen to mag Gwenthians quiet and tame her. To tame her? that Ile teach you presently, You had no sooner spake the word of Taming, But mine eye met a speedy remedie, Sée cozen heere's a plot where Osiers grow, The ground belongs to olde Ianicula (My Grissils father) come Sir Meredith, Take out your knife cut three and so will I, So, keep yours cozen let them be safe laide vp, These thrée (thus wound together) Ile preserue. What shal her doe now with these? peate and knog her Gwenthian. You shal not take such counsaile from my lips, How now Mario? what newes brings thee hither in such quicke haste? Your wife (my gratious Lord) Is now deliuered of two beautious twins, A sonne and daughter. Take that for thy paines, Not for the ioy that I conceiue thereby, For Grissill is not gratious in the eye Of those that loue me, therefore I must hate Those that doe make my life vnfortunate. And thats my children: must I not Mario? Thou bowest thy knee, well, well I know thy minde, Uertue in villaines can no succour finde, A sonne and daughter? I by them will prooue, My Grissils patience better, and her loue: Come Iulia, come Onophrio, coze farewell, Reserue those wandes, these three Ile beare away, When I require them backe, then will I shew How easily a man may tame a shrew. Ha ha ha, tame a shrew, owe tis out a cry terrible hard, and more worse then tame a mad pull, but whad meane her cozen to mag her cut her wands? ha ha, God vdge me tis fine knag, I sée her knauery now, tis to pang Gwenthyans podie and she mag a noise & prabble: Is not so? by Gods lid so, & Gwenthian, sir Owen will knog you before her abide such horrible doe. Gods lid here her comes. Terdawgh Gwenthian Terdawgh. Terdawgh whee, Sir Owen Terdawgh whee. Owe, looge heere, fine wandes Gwenthyan, is not? Rees tag them and preag them in peeces. What say you forsooth? What say you forsooth? you saucie knaue, must her tell her once, and twice, and thrice, and foure times, what to doe? preag these wands.