Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 506 words
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A very reverent body: I such a one, as a man may not speak of, without he say sir reverence, I have but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage. How dost thou mean a fat marriage? Marry sir, she's the Kitchen wench, & all grease, and I know not what use to put her too, but to make a Lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant, her rags and the Tallow in them, will burn a Poland Winter: If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole World. What complexion is she of? Swart like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept: for why? she sweats a man may go ouer-shooes in the grime of it. That's a fault that water will mend. No sir, 'tis in grain, Noah's stood could not do it. What's her name? Nell Sir: but her name is three quarters, that's an Ell and three quarters, will not measure her from hip to hip. Then she bears some breadth? No longer from head to foot, then from hip to hip: she is spherical, like a globe: I could find out Countries in her. In what part of her body stands Ireland? Marry sir in her buttocks, I found it out by the bogs. Where Scotland? I found it by the barrenness, hard in the palm of the hand. Where France? In her forehead, armed and reverted, making war against her heir. Where England? I looked for the chalkle Cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them. But I guess, it stood in her chin by the salt rheume that ran between France, and it. Where Spain? Faith I saw it not: but I felt it hot in her breath. Where America, the Indies? Oh sir, upon her nose, all ore embellished with Rubies, Carbuncles, Saphires, declining their rich Aspect to the hot breath of Spain, who sent whole Armadas of Carrects to be ballast at her nose. Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands? Oh sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this drudge or Diviner laid claim to me, called me Dromio, swore I was assured to her, told me what privy marks I had about me, as the mark of my shoulder, the Mole in my neck, the great Wart on my left arm, that I amazed ran from her as a witch. And I think, if my breast had not been made of faith, and my heart of steel, she had transformed me to a Curtull dog, & made me turn i' th' wheel. Go hie thee presently post to the road, And if the wind blow any way from shore, I will not harbour in this Town to night. If any Bark put forth, come to the Mart, Where I will walk till thou return to me: If every one knows us, and we know none, 'Tis time I think to trudge, pack, and be gone.
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A very reuerent body: I ſuch a one, as a man may not ſpeake of, without he ſay ſir reuerence, I haue but leane lucke in the match, and yet is ſhe a wondrous fat marriage. How doſt thou meane a fat marriage? Marry ſir, ſhe's the Kitchin wench, & al greaſe, and I know not what vſe to put her too, but to make a Lampe of her, and run from her by her owne light. I warrant, her ragges and the Tallow in them, will burne a Poland Winter: If ſhe liues till doomeſday, ſhe'l burne a weeke longer then the whole World. What complexion is ſhe of? Swart like my ſhoo, but her face nothing like ſo cleane kept: for why? ſhe ſweats a man may goe ouer-ſhooes in the grime of it. That's a fault that water will mend. No ſir, 'tis in graine, Noahs ſtood could not do it. What's her name? Nell Sir: but her name is three quarters, that's an Ell and three quarters, will not meaſure her from hip to hip. Then ſhe beares ſome bredth? No longer from head to foot, then from hippe to hippe: ſhe is ſphericall, like a globe: I could find out Countries in her. In what part of her body ſtands Ireland? Marry ſir in her buttockes, I found it out by the bogges. Where Scotland? I found it by the barrenneſſe, hard in the palme of the hand. Where France? In her forhead, arm'd and reuerted, making warre againſt her heire. Where England? I look'd for the chalkle Cliffes, but I could find no whiteneſſe in them. But I gueſſe, it ſtood in her chin by the ſalt theume that ranne betweene France, and it. Where Spaine? Faith I ſaw it not: but I felt it hot in her breth. Where America, the Indies? Oh ſir, vpon her noſe, all ore embelliſhed with Rubies, Carbuncles, Saphires, declining their rich Aſpect to the hot breath of Spaine, who ſent whole Armadoes of Carrects to be ballaſt at her noſe. Where ſtood Belgia, the Netherlands? Oh ſir, I did not looke ſo low. To conclude, this drudge or Diuiner layd claime to mee, call'd mee Dromio, ſwore I was aſſur'd to her, told me what priuie markes I had about mee, as the marke of my ſhoulder, the Mole in my necke, the great Wart on my left arme, that I amaz'd ranne from her as a witch. And I thinke, if my breſt had not beene made of faith, and my heart of ſteele, ſhe had transform'd me to a Curtull dog, & made me turne i' th wheele. Go hie thee preſently poſt to the rode, And if the winde blow any way from ſhore, I will not harbour in this Towne to night. If any Barke put forth, come to the Mart, Where I will walke till thou returne to me: If euerie one knowes vs, and we know none, 'Tis time I thinke to trudge, packe, and be gone.