Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Are you so captious, sirrah, what's her name? Speak, and be brief. ay marry Sir, you speak to purpose, and I can resolve you: her name is Gratiana. But all this while I have forgot my Mistress Fan. Gratiana! oft have I heard of her, but saw her not till now: 'tis a pretty wench, a very pretty wench, nay, a very, very, very pretty wench. But what a Rogue am I, of a married man? nay, that have not been married this six hours, and to have my shittle-wits run a Woolgathering already? What would poor Luce say if she should hear of this? I may very well call her poor Luce, for I cannot presume of five pounds to her portion: what a Coxcomb was I, being a Gentleman, and well derived, to match into so beggarly a kindred? What needed I to have grafted in the stock of such a Choke Pear, and such a goodly poppering as this to escape me? Escape me (said I?) if she do, she shall do it narrowly: but I am married already, and therefore it is not possible, unless I should make away my wife, to compass her. Married! why who knows it? I'll outface though Priest, and then there is none but she and her Father, and their evidence is not good in Law: and if they put me in suit, the best is, they are poor, and cannot follow it. I marry Sir, a man may have some credit by such a Wife as this; I could like this marriage well, if a man might change away his Wife, still as he is a weary of her, and cope her away like a bad commodity: if every new Moon a man might have a new Wife, that's every year a dozen. But this, Till Death us depart, is tedious: I will go a-wooing to her, I will; but how shall I do for jewels and tokens? Luce hath mine in her custody, money and all; tush, I'll juggle them from her well enough: see, here she comes. Here is my Husband, I pray move him in it. It toucheth both our reputations nearly; For by his oft repair, now whilst the Marriage Is kept from public knowledge, your good name May be by Neighbours hardly censured of. sad, thouart sad Luce what, melancholy already, ere thou hast had good cause to be merry, and know'st what sport was. I have great reason, when my name is tossed In every gossip's mouth, and made a byword Unto such people as it least concerns. Nay, in my hearing, as they pass along, Some have not spared to brand my modesty, Saying, There sits she whom young Chartley keeps. There hath he entered late, betimes gone forth. Where I with pride was wont to sit before, I'm now with shame sent blushing from the door.
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Are you so captious, sirrah, vvhat's her name? Speake, and be briefe. Ey marry Sir, you speake to purpose, and I can resolve you: her name is Gratiana. But all this vvhile I have forgot my Mistris Fanne. Gratiana! oft have I heard of her, but saw her not till now: 'tis a wench, a very prettie wench, nay, a very, very, very prettie wench. But what a Rogue am I, of a married man? nay, that have not beene married this six houres, and to have my shittle-wits runne a Wooll-gathering already? What vvould poore Luce say if shee should heare of this? I may very well call her poore Luce, for I cannot presume of five pounds to her portion: what a Coxcombe was I, being a Gentleman, and well deriv'd, to match into so beggarly a kindred? What needed I to have grafted in the stocke of such a Choake Peare, and such a goodly Popering as this to escap mee? Escape me (said I?) if shee doe, shee shall doe it narrowly: but I am married already, and therefore it is not possible, unlesse I should make away my wife, to compasse her. Married! why who knowes it? Ile out-face tho Priest, and then there is none but shee and her Father, and their evidence is not good in Law: and if they put mee in suite, the best is, they are poore, and cannot follow it. I marry Sir, a man may have some credit by such a Wife as this; I could like this marriage well, if a man might change away his Wife, still as hee is a weary of her, and cope her away like a bad commoditie: if every new Moone a man might have a new Wife, that's every yeare a dozen. But this, Till Death us depart, is tedious: I will goe a wooing to her, I will; but how shall I doe for jewels and tokens? Luce hath mine in her custodie, money and all; tush, Ile juggle them from her well enough: see, here shee comes. Here is my Husband, I pray move him in it. It toucheth both our reputations nearly; For by his oft repaire, now whilst the Marriage Is kept from publike knowledge, your good name May be by Neighbours hardly of. , what, melancholly already▪ re thou hast had good cause to be mrry, and what was. I have great reason, when my name is toss'd In every Gossips mouth, and a by-word Vnto such people as it least concernes. Nay, in my hearing, as they passe along, Some have not spar'd to brand my modestie, Saying, There shee whom yong Chartley keepes. There hath ee ntred late, betimes gone forth. Where I with pride was wont to sit before, I'm now vvith shame sent blushing from the doore.