Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 472 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
O brave, I would I had eat no meat this week, For I have never a corner left in my belly To put a venison pasty in, I think I shall burst myself With eating, for i'll so cram me down the tarts And the marchpanes out of all cry. I, but how wilt thou do now thy master's Married, thy mistress is such a devil, as she'll make Thee forget thy eating quickly, she'll beat thee so. Let my master alone with her for that, for he'll make her tame well inongh ere long I warrant thee, For he's such a churl waxed now of late, that and he be Never so little angry he thumbs me out of all cry, But in my mind sirrah, the youngest is a very Pretty wench, and if I thought thy master would Not have her, I'd have a fling at her Myself, i'll see soon whether 'twill be a match Or no: and it will not, i'll set the matter Hard for myself I warrant thee. Souns you slave, will you be a Rival with My master in his love? speak but such Another word and i'll cut off one of thy legs. Oh cruel judgement, nay then sirrah, My tongue shall talk no more to you, marry my Timber shall tell the trusty message of his master Even on the very forehead on thee, thou abusious Villain, therefore prepare thyself. Come hither thou imperfectious slave, in Regard of thy beggary, hold thee, there's Two shillings for thee, to pay for the Healing of thy left leg which I mean Furiously to invade, or to maim at the least. O supernodical fool! well, i'll take your Two shillings, but i'll bar striking at legs. Not I, for i'll strike any where. Here take your two shillings again, I'll see thee hanged ere i'll fight with thee, I got a broken shin the other day, 'tis not whole yet, and therefore i'll not fight. Come, come, why should we fall out? Well sirrah, your fair words have something Alaid my choler: I am content for this once To put it up, and be friends with thee, But soft, see where they come all from church, Belike they be married already. Father farewell, my Kate and I must home, Sirrah, go make ready my horse presently. Your horse! what son, I hope you do but jest, I am sure you will not go so suddenly. Let him go or tarry, I am resolved to stay. And not to travel on my wedding day. Tut Kate I tell thee we must needs go home, Villain, hast thou saddled my horse? Which horse, your c●●all? Souns you flave, stand you prating here? Saddle the bay gelding for your mistress. Not for me, for I will not go.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O braue, I would I had eate no meate this weeke, For I haue neuer a corner left in my belly To put a venſon paſtie in, I thinke I ſhall burſt my ſelfe With eating, for ile ſo cram me down the tarts And the marchpanes out of all crie. I, but how wilt thou do now thy maiſter's Maried, thy miſtres is ſuch a diuel, as ſheele make Thee forget thy eating quickely, ſhee'le beate thee ſo. Let my maſter alone with her for that, for Heele make hir tame wel inongh ere long I warrant thee, For he's ſuch a churle waxen now of late, that and he be Neuer ſo little angry he thums me out of all cry, But in my mind ſirha, the yongeſt is a very Prety wench, and if I thought thy maſter would Not haue hir, Ide haue a fling at hir My ſelfe, ile ſee ſoone whether twill be a match Or no: and it will not, ile ſet the matter Hard for my ſelfe I warrant thee. Souns you ſlaue, wil you be a Riuall with My maſter in his loue? ſpeake but ſuch Another word and ile cut off one of thy legs. Oh cruel iudgement, nay then ſirha, My tongue ſhal talke no more to you, marry my Timber ſhal tell the truſty meſſage of his maiſter Euen on the very forehead on thee, thou abuſious Villaine, therefore prepare thy ſelfe. Come hither thou imperfectious ſlaue, in Regard of thy beggery, hold thee, theres Two ſhillings for thee, to pay for the Healing of thy left leg which I meane Furiouſly to inuade, or to maime at the leaſt. O ſupernodical foole! wel, ile take your Two ſhillings, but ile bar ſtriking at legs. Not I, for ile ſtrike any where. Here take your two ſhillings againe, Ile ſee thee hangd ere ile fight with thee, I gat a broken ſhin the other day, Tis not whole yet, and therefore ile not fight. Come, come, why ſhould we fal out? Wel ſirha, your faire words haue ſomething Alaid my choler: I am content for this once To put it vp, and be friends with thee, But ſoft, ſee where they come al from church, Belike they be married already. Father farewel, my Kate and I muſt home, Sirha, go make ready my horſe preſently. Your horſe! what ſon, I hope you do but ieſt, I am ſure you wil o go ſo ſuddainely. Let him go or tarry, I am reſolu'd to ſtay. And not to trauel on my wedding day. Tut Kate I tel thee we muſt needes go home, Vilaine, haſt thou ſadled my horſe? Which horſe, your call? Souns you flaue, ſtand you prating here? Saddle the bay gelding for your miſtris. Not for me, for I wil not go.