Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.83 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I will not take her on gift of any man. Truly she must be given, or the marriage is not lawful. Proceed, proceed: I'll give her. Good even good Mr what ye call't: how do you Sir, you are very well met: goddild you for your last company, I am very glad to see you, even a toy in hand here Sir: Nay, pray be covered. Will you be married, Motley? As the Ox hath his bow sir, the horse his curb, and the Falcon her bells, so man hath his desires, and as Pigeons bill, so wedlock would be nibbling. And will you (being a man of your breeding) be married under a bush like a beggar? Get you to church, and have a good Priest that can tell you what marriage is, this fellow will but join you together, as they join Wainscot, than one of you will prove a shrunk panel, and like green timber, warp, warp. I am not in the mind, but I were better to be married of him then of another, for he is not like to marry me well: and not being well married, it will be a good excuse for me hereafter, to leave my wife. Go thou with me, And let me counsel thee. Come sweet Audrey, We must be married, or we must live in baudrey: Farewell good Mr Oliver: Not O sweet Oliver, O brave Oliver leave me not behind thee: But wind away, be gone I say, I will not to wedding with thee. 'Tis no matter; ne'er a fantastical knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling. Never talk to me, I will weep. Do I prithee, but yet have the grace to consider, that tears do not become a man. But have I not cause to weep? As good cause as one would desire, Therefore weep. His very hair Is of the dissembling colour. Something browner than Iudasses: Marry his kisses are Iudasses own children. I' faith his hair is of a good colour. An excellent colour: Your Chessenut was ever the only colour: And his kissing is as full of sanctity, As the touch of holy bread. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana: a Nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously, the very ye of chastity is in them. But why did he swear he would come this morning, and comes not? Nay certainly there is no truth in him. Do you think so? Yes, I think he is not a pick purse, nor a horse-stealer, but for his verity in love, I do think him as concave as a covered goblet, or a Worm-eaten nut. Not true in love? Yes, when he is in, but I think he is not in. You have heard him swear downright he was.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I wil not take her on guift of any man. Truly ſhe muſt be giuen, or the marriage is not lawfull. Proceed, proceede: Ile giue her. Good euen good Mr what ye cal't: how do you Sir, you are verie well met: goddild you for your laſt companie, I am verie glad to ſee you, euen a toy in hand heere Sir: Nay, pray be couer'd. Wil you be married, Motley? As the Oxe hath his bow ſir, the horſe his curb, and the Falcon her bels, ſo man hath his deſires, and as Pigeons bill, ſo wedlocke would be nibling. And wil you (being a man of your breeding) be married vnder a buſh like a begger? Get you to church, and haue a good Prieſt that can tel you what marriage is, this fellow wil but ioyne you together, as they ioyne Wainſcot, then one of you wil proue a ſhrunke pannell, and like greene timber, warpe, warpe. I am not in the minde, but I were better to bee married of him then of another, for he is not like to marrie me wel: and not being wel married, it wil be a good excuſe for me heereafter, to leaue my wife. Goe thou with mee, And let me counſel thee. Come ſweete Audrey, We muſt be married, or we muſt liue in baudrey: Farewel good Mr Oliuer: Not O ſweet Oliuer, O braue Oliuer leaue me not behind thee: But winde away, bee gone I ſay, I wil not to wedding with thee. 'Tis no matter; Ne're a fantaſtical knaue of them all ſhal ſlout me out of my calling. Neuer talke to me, I wil weepe. Do I prethee, but yet haue the grace to conſider, that teares do not become a man. But haue I not cauſe to weepe? As good cauſe as one would deſire, Therefore weepe. His very haire Is of the diſſembling colour. Something browner then Iudaſſes: Marrie his kiſſes are Iudaſſes owne children. I' faith his haire is of a good colour. An excellent colour: Your Cheſſenut was euer the onely colour: And his kiſſing is as ful of ſanctitie, As the touch of holy bread. Hee hath bought a paire of caſt lips of Diana: a Nun of winters ſiſterhood kiſſes not more religiouſlie, the very yee of chaſtity is in them. But why did hee ſweare hee would come this morning, and comes not? Nay certainly there is no truth in him. Doe you thinke ſo? Yes, I thinke he is not a picke purſe, nor a horſe-ſtealer, but for his verity in loue, I doe thinke him as concaue as a couered goblet, or a Worme-eaten nut. Not true in loue? Yes, when he is in, but I thinke he is not in. You haue heard him ſweare downright he was.