Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Yea marry mother Croote they be four good rials of gold, If you knew them not this twenty year it is marvel they did not mould. When ych put my hand in my coffer, ych might then feel them, But chaue been blind this thirty year, so that ych could not see them: Therefore Ihill conclare the cause of my coming hither. Declare you should say mother, for that is the right speaking. You can conclout the matter much better than I. You should say conclude mother, but it is not much awry, chave you may see be brought up amongst swine and kye. Ihill now declare the cause of my coming, Go too then mother Croote, and I will give you the hearing. Because cham rich and have something to take too, There came of late a young springal me to woo: Nay he is a wholesome young man, of twenty year old and three, It does me good to think on him by our blessed lady. He made full much on me, and loved me god wot, And cha love him again even at the heart root: So that we plight our troths each to other. And so at pervenient time to marie together. It is convenient mother Croote, but it makes no great matter. You may see Sir, old women have much clitter clatter. But I pray you good Sir bear with my burdens, I know mother Croote your meaning is rudeness. whatsoever ich say my meaning is no less, But my husband, my husband was so well favoured, That a young drab of him was enamoured, Who said unto him that it was a great shame For him to marie such an old beldame: And thus this young drab my husband enticed, To whom she doth hope right shortly to be married. But chad rather the young whore were quick at the devil Than she should have my husband, my sweet heart and jewel. My love in my youth was never so fervent As it is on my sweetheart, now at this present: Shall I never buss my sweet heart again, Nothing in the world would make me so fain. Goop with a gaulde back come up to supper, Gill my old mare must have a new crupper: A meeter marriage than this did I never see, For she is not passed four score years elder than he. I wish but one night with him for to lie, oh, he would make me look young by and by. When I was a boy it was an old saying, That an old sack would lack much clouting and patching. Oh, it doth mother Croote much good to have her bones rattled, And especially by her lover, and then her mind were settled: When you be with your husband you willbe as good as a charm, If my wife were of your age, he would do her little harm.
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¶ Yea mary mother Croote they be foure good Ryalles of golde, If you knewe them not this twentie yere it is marueil they did not mould. ¶ When ych put my hande in my coffer, ych might then feele them, But chaue bene blinde this thirtie yere, so that ych could not see them: Therefore chill conclare the cause of my comming hether. ¶ Declare you should say mother, for that is the right speaking. ¶ You can conclout the matter much better then I. ¶ You should saye conclude mother, but it is not much awry, ¶ Chaue you may see be brought vp amongst swine and kye. Chill nowe declare the cause of my comming, ¶ Go too then mother Croote, and I will giue you the hearing. ¶ Because cham riche and haue something to take too, There came of late a yong sprignall mee to woo: Nay he is a holsome yong man, of twentie yere olde and three, It does me good to thinke on him by our blest lady. He made full much on me, and loued me god woote, And cha loue him againe euen at the heart roote: So that we plight our trothes eche to other. And so at peruenient time to marie together. ¶ It is conuenient mother Croote, but it makes no great matter. ¶ You may see Sir, olde women haue much clitter clatter. But I pray you good Sir beare with my budenes, ¶ I knowe mother Croote your meaning is rudenes. ¶ What soeuerich say my meaning is no lesse, But my husband, my husband was so well fauoured, That a yong drabbe of him was enamoured, Who sayde vnto him that it was a great shame For him to marie such an olde beldame: And thus this yong drabbe my husband entised, To whom she doeth hope right shortly to be maried. But chad rather the yong whore were quicke at the deuill Than she should haue my husband, my sweet heart and iewell. My loue in my youth was neuer so feruent As it is on my sweeteheart, nowe at this present: Shall I neuer busse my sweete heart agayne, Nothing in the worlde would make me so fayne. ¶ Goope with a gaulde backe come vp to supper, Gylle my olde mare must haue a newe crupper: A meeter mariage then this did I neuer see, For she is not past foure score yeres elder then he. ¶ I wishe but one night with him for to lye, Ohe, he would make me looke yong by and by. ¶ When I was a boye it was an olde saying, That an olde sacke would lacke much clouting and patching. Oh, it doeth mother Croote much good to haue her bones ratteled, And especially by her louer, and then her minde were setteled: When you be with your husbande you wilbe as good as a charme, If my wife were of your age, he would do her litle harme.