Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
At Grace Church by the Conduit, near Sir Harry, but stay, leave off a while your bootless search, had e'er man such a wild brain to his sorrow, of such small hope, who when he should have married a fair, a modest, and a virtuous maid, rich and revenued well, and even the night before the marriage day, took horse, rode thence whether Heaven knows, since the distracted virgin hath left her Father's house, but neither feumd, yet in their search we have measured out much Ground. Your worship will be there. Yes, not to fail. At half an hour past six, or before seven. You shall not find us at six and at seven, i'll Warrant you: good health to your worship. Farewell good fellow, At the wise-woman's house I know it well: Perhaps she knows some danger touching me. I'll keep mine hour. Sir Harry, a hand a hand to balk you it were siun. I shall be bold to make your house mine Inn: Brother Chartly; I am glad to see you. methinks sir Harry you look strangely on me. And do not bid me welcome with an heart. And blame me not to look amazedly, To see you hear. Why me? Come come, y'are welcome. And now i'll turn my strangeness to true joy, I am glad to see you well, and safe recovered, O your late grievous sicknesse. The strange amazed looks that you cast off You put on me, and blame me not to wonder, That you should talk of sickness to sound men, I thank my stars, I did not taste the grief Of inward pain or outward malady, This seven years' day. But by your favour brother, Then let me have my wonder back again. Before I quite part with it, let me know, Why you the name of brother put upon me. In every clause, a name as strange to me: As my recovered sickness, You are pleasant, And it becomes you well, welcome again, The rather you are come just to the wedding. What wedding sir. That you should ask that question: Why of my daughter Grace. Is Grace bestowed? Of whom I pray, Of whom, but of your son. I wonder brother Chartly, and my friend, You should thus play on me. But by your favour, Were you ten Knights Sir Harry, (take me with you) My son match with your daughter, my consent, Not worthy to be craved. Nay, than I see: You'll stir my patience, know this forward match took its first birth from you. From me? From you. Peruse this letter, know you your own hand. 'twas well that I reserved, your hand a witness Against your tongue, you had best deny the jointure, Of the three hundred pounds made to my daughter, 'tis that I know you aim at, but your seal.
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At Grace Church by the Conduit, ir Harry, but stay, leaue off a while bootlesse search, had e're man such a wild braine to hi row, of such small hope, who when should haue married a fayre, a modest, and a vertuous maide, rich and revenewed well, and even the night before the marriage day, tooke horse, road thence whether Heaven knowes, since the distracted virgin hath left her Fathers house, but neather feumd, yet in their search wee haue measured out much Ground. Your orship will bee there. Yes, not to fle. At halfe an houre past sixe, or before seaven. You shall not finde us at sixe and at seaven, ile Warrant you: good health to your worship. Farewell good fellow, At the Wisewomans house I know it well: Perhaps sh knowes some danger touching mee. I'le keepe mine houre. Sir Harry, a hand a hand to balk you it were siun. I shall be bold to make your house mine Inne: Brother Chartly; I am glad to see you. Mee thinkes sir Harry you looke strangely on mee. And doe not bid me welcome with an heart. And blame mee not to looke amazedly, To see you heare. Why mee? Come come, y'are welcome. And now ile turne my strangenesse to true joy, I am glad to see you well, and safe recovered▪ O your late grievous sicknesse. The strange amazed lookes that you cst off You put on mee, and blame mee not to wonder, That you should talke of sicknesse to sound men, I thanke my starres, I did not tast the griefe Of inward paine or outward malady, This seaven yeeres day. But by your favour brother, Then let mee haue my wonder backe againe. Before I quite part with it, let mee knowe, Why you the name of brother put vpon mee. In every clause, a name as strange to mee: As my recovered sicknesse, You are plesant, And it becomes you well, wlcome againe, The rather you are come just to the wedding. What wedding sir. That you should aske that question: Why of my daughter Grace. Is Grace bestow'd? Of whom I pray, Of whom, but of your . I wonder brother Chartly, and my friend, You should thus play on . But by your favour, Were you tenne Knights Sir Harry, (take mee with you) My sonne match with your daughter, my consnt, Not worthy to bee crau'd. Nay, then I see: You'l stirre my patience, know this forward match tooke its first birth from you. From mee? From you. Peruse this letter, know you your owne hand. T'was well that I reseru'd, your hand a witnesse Against your tongue, you had best denie the Ioynter, Of the three hundred pounds made to my daughter, Tis that I know you ayme at, but your seale.