Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Yea Madam each thing is priest, and shall be in good hour, He is right careful for his part, I do it you assure. And Serva have you for your part done that I bid you do, Those things which you gave me in charge, myself have done them to. Well then will I go wash myself, to the Orchard let us go. methinks the wether very warm▪ the season very hot, And yet there is a thing or two, that both you have forgot. What is that Madam? neither of you both I think, have brought me soap and oil, To wash the sweat of from my skin, or rid away the soil. Well go you both together hence, I think you know wherefore, And speed again, but hear you hoe, make fast the Orchard door, Ye forsooth. Prove with your foot, if that the Door, as we were had he locked, I warrant him that must come here must stand awhile and knock. How say you friend and fellow both, did we not go hence well, God's blessing have his honest heart, that first did found that bell. You said if you remember well▪ when I did tell my tale, To recompense the same with like, you said you would not fail. You say but true▪ and to it then, for losing of the time, My Mother is a farmer's wife, her maids do serve her swine, But hear you what, if I again were at my country home, I would not leap thus to the court, to sit there like a mome. For pleasure more is in one hour, there with our Gill and Iack, Then here is in five hundred years, for nothing there doth lack, There had I for to run abroad my free and youthly will, Here may we not once peep for fear, our mouths are shut up still, I nothing doubt but when I shall, to mother make my moan, For lack of talk my tongue and lips together will be grown, Well change I would this my straight life, I tell you for my part, And he that brought me to the court beshrew his naked heart. Not long ago I heard one say, I think he meant by us, A Latin sense, and this it was, Nemo sua sort contentus, Women are inquisitive, I asked him what he meant, He said not one in all this world, was with his chance content, Well we must now, and therefore peace, and let us go our way, For we it is that must account which way we spend the day. The greatest scourge that may be given, to any living wight, I feel it now, alas, alas, that she is in my sight. Why Cupid's flames do burn my heart, why see my torments here, And yet to ease my hugy smart, I dare not prove for fear. Now is the time and let it go, we never find the leek, And yet to heal my secret woe, my heart is now to seek.
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¶Yea Madam ech thing is prst, and shall be in good hower, He is right carefull for his parte, I doe it you assure. ¶And Serua haue you for your part done that I bid you doe, ¶Those thinges which you gaue me in charge, My selfe haue done them to. ¶Well then will I go wash my selfe, to the Orchard let vs go. Me thinkes the wether very warme▪ the season very hote, And yet there is a thing or two, that both you haue forgot. ¶What is that Madam? ¶Neythr of you both I thinke, haue brought me sope and oyle, To wash the sweate of from my skin, or rid away the soyle. Well go you both togither hence, I thinke you know wherefore, And spéede agayne, but here you hoe, make fast the Orchard dore, ¶Yee forsooth. ¶Prone with your foote, if that the Dore, as we were had he lockt, ¶I warrant him that must come here must stande awhile and knock. ¶How say you friend and fellow both, did we not go hence well, Gods blessing haue his honest harte, that fyrst did found that bell. You sd if you remember well▪ when I did tell my tale, To recompence the same with like, you sayd you would not fayle. ¶You say but true▪ and to it then, for losing of the tyme, My Mother is a Farmers wyfe, her maydes doe serue her swyne, But here you what, if I agayne were at my countrey home, I would not leape thus to the court, to sit there lyke a mome. For pleasure more is in one hower, there with our Gill and Iack, Then here is in fyue hundred yeres, for nothing there doth lack, There had I for to run abroade my frée and youthly will, Here may we not once péepe for feare, our mouthes are shut vp still, I nothing doubt but when I shall, to mother make my mone, For lack of talke my tongue and lippes togither will be growne, Well chaunge I would this my straight life, I tell you for my parte, And he that brought me to the court beshrew his naked harte. ¶Not long ago I heard one say, I thinke he ment by vs, A latten sence, and this it was, Nemo sua sorte contentus, Women are inquisitiue, I asked him what he ment, He sayd not one in all this world, was with his chaunce content, ¶Well we must now, and therefore peace, and let vs go our way, For we it is that must accoumpt which way we spend the day. ¶The greatest scourge that may be giuen, to any liuing wight, I feele it now, alas, alas, that she is in my sight. Why Cupids flames doe burne my harte, why sée my tormentes here, And ye to ease my hugy smart, I dare not proue for feare. Now is the tyme and let it go, we neuer fynde the léeke, And yet to heale my secrete wo, my hart is now to seeke.