Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Son your well met. How fellow. I cry you mercy sir. No harm done friend, no harm done. If he? he could not but have known me there, Yet he was wondrous like him. How cheer you Luce, whence grew this passion. Pardon me sir, I do not know myself: I am apt to swoon, and now the fit is past me. I thank you for your help; is master Chartly Vanished so soon: Yes: and to supply his place, see where thy father comes. He hath not such a suit, besides this gallant Led by the arm a Bride, a lusty Bride? How much might I have wronged the Gentleman. By craving his acquaintance, this it is, To have dim Eyes. Why looks my daughter sad. I cry you mercy. Sir I saw not you. I would I had not seen you at this time neither, farewell. If he be gone? then call me vent my grief, Father I am undone, Forbid it Heaven. Disgraced, despised, discarded, and cast off. How, mine own child: My Husband, O my husband? What of him. Shall I the shower of all my grief at once Power out before you: Chartly, once my husband Hath left me to my shame. Him and his Bride, I met within few minutes. Sure 'twas they. I met them two, 'twas he; base villain Jew. I'll to the Wedding board, and tell him so: I'll do't as I am a man? Be not so rash. I'll live and die upon him; he's a base fellow, so I'll prove him too. Ioseph my Sword. This rashness will undo us. I'll have my Sword. It hath been twice in France, and once in Spain, With Iohn a Gaunt, when I was young like him I had my wards, and foins, and quarter-blows: And knew the way into St. George's fields. Twice in a morning, Tuttle, Finsbury? I knew them all, i'll too him, where's my sword, Or leave this spleen, or you will overthrow Our fortunes quite, let us consult together, What we were best to do. I'll make him play at Leapfrog, well I hear thee I cannot prove our marriage, it was secret, And he may find some cavil in the Law. I'll too him with no Law, but Staffood Law. I'll ferret the false boy, nay on good Luce. Part of your spleen, if you would change to counsel, we might revenge us better. Well I hear thee. To claim a public marriage at his hands: we want sufficient proof, and then the world Will but deride our folly, and so add Double disgrace unto my former wrong. To Law with him he hath a greater purse, And nobler friends, how then to make it known? Is this his damasked kirtle fringe with Gold, His black bag, and his Beaner, 'tis well yet I have a Sword:
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Sonne your well met. How fellow. I cry you mercy sir. No harme done friend, no harme done. If hee? hee could not but haue known mee there, Yet he was wondrous like him. How cheare you Luce, whence grew this passion. Pardon mee sir, I doe not know my selfe: I am apt to swound, and now the fit is past mee. I thanke you for your helpe; is master Chartly Vanisht so soone: Yes: and to supply his place, see where thy father comes. Hee hath not such a suit, besides this gallant Led by the arme a Bride, a lusty Bride? How much might I haue wrong'd the Gentleman. By craving his acquaintance, this it is, To haue dimme Eyes. Why lookes my daughter sad. I cry you mercy. Sir I saw not you. I would I had not seene you at this time neither, farewell. If hee be gone? then call mee vent my griefe, ▪ Father I am vndone, Forbid it Heauen. Disgrac't, despis'd, discarded, and cast off. How, mine owne child: My Husband, O my husband? What of him. Shall I the shower of all my griefe at once Power out before you: Chartly, once my husband Hath left mee to my shame. Him and his Bride, I met within few minutes. Sure t'was they. I met them two, t'was hee; base villaine Iewe. I'le to the Wedding boord, and tell him so: Ile doo't as I am a man? Bee not so rash. Ile liue and dye vpon him; Hee's a base fellow, so I'le prooue him too. Ioseph my Sword. This rashnesse will vndoe us. Ile haue my Sword. It hath bin twice in France, and once in Spaine, With Iohn a Gaunt, when I was young like him I had my wards, and foynes, and quarter-blowes: And knew the way into St. Georges fields. Twice in a morning, Tuttle, Finsbury? I knew them all, ile too him, wher's my sword, Or leaue this spleene, or you will oerthrow Our fortunes quite, let us consult together, What wee were best to doe. I'le make him play at Leap-frog, well I heare thee I cannot prue our marriage, it was secret, And hee may find some cavell in the Law. I'le too him with no Law, but Staffood Lawe. I'le ferret the false boy, nay on good Luce. Part of your spleene, if you would change to counsel, Wee might revenge us better. Well I heare thee. To claime a publicke marriage at his hands: Wee want sufficient proofe, and then the world Will but deride our folly, and so adde Dubble disgrace vnto my former wrong. To Law with him hee hath a greater purse, And nobler friends, how then to make it knowne? Is this his damsk'd kirtl frendge with Gold, His blacke bagge, and his Beaner, tis well yet I haue a Sword: