Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
Now will margery make great moan because ye come not. ye let her alone I am not her bond man pard She hath dysappoynted me or now yet on my faith sir and I were as you at the lest I would excuse me Send her word that ye in no wise May this night keep her promise And if ye do not so She will so morn that as I think Of all this night she will sleep no wink She shallbe so full of woe ye on my apparel take no care This answer will I deffar and spare till I be certain what answer bodily lust shall bring Of this other pretty new thing when he cometh again Will it please you that I go to mergery In your stead Marry that were merry woldyst thou serve me so Why sir by my troth I mean but well ye what thou menyst I can not tell But that shall thou not do In good faith sir ye may do worse For while I have any thing in my purse Or any penny to spend I will make her even such cheer As I would mine own wife if she were here elys god defend ye I thank the for thy good will But as for that cheer keep it still Till I call thereon By god sir for good love I spoke it And now that I see ye will not take it I shall let it alone How now hast thou been yonder away ye syr. Et que novellies Ie nescey I could not speak with her No with none of her folks Not with one No they be a sleep every one All that ever dwell there How knowest thou weather they be a sleep or n●… Marry she herself told me so when I rapped at the door It seemeth she was not a sleep than No she was a bed with a strange man A mischief on her hore I would this fire were i her tail I make god avow That needeth not she is hot I now It were more alms to get Some cold water her fire to quench I tell you it is as warm a wench As any in all this street I supposed I had angered her ill How so For I rang her a knyll That waked her from her sleep I gave her a peel for her friends souls a man might have hard the noys from Paul'S To the farthest end of cheap She saw that I would not feace but knock And rap still at the gate She opened a window and put forth her head Hens. xl. d. ꝙ she. Jack noble is a bed This 〈◊〉 ye come ●…o 〈◊〉 I ha' standeth the wind so cold quoth I q. title we have a bry This gear goeth all wide And so I came thence a great pace till I came hither/ lo this is the case Have I not well hide
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¶ Now wyll margery make great mone bycause ye com not. ye let her alone I am not her bond man parde She hath dysappoynted me or now ¶ yet on my fayth syr and I were as you at the leste I wold excuse me Send her word that ye in no wyse May thys nyght kepe her promyse And yf ye do not so She wyll so morn that as I thynk Of all thys nyght she wyll slepe no wynk She shalbe so full of wo ¶ ye on my parell take no care Thys answere wyll I deffar and spare tyll I be certayn what answere bodyly lust shall bryng Of thys other praty new thyng whan he cometh agayne ¶ Wyll yt please you that I go to mergery In your stede ¶ Mary that were mery woldyst thou serue me so ¶ Why syr by my trouth I mene but well ¶ ye what thou menyst I can not tell But that shall thou not do ¶ In good fayth syr ye may do wurs For whyle I haue any thyng in my purs Or any peny to spend I wyll make her euen suche chere As I wold myne own wyfe yf she were here Ellys god defend ¶ ye I thanke the for thy good wyll But as for that chere kepe yt styll Tyll I call theron ¶ By god syr for good loue I spake yt And now that I se ye wyll not take yt I shall let yt alone ¶ How now hast thou bene yender away ¶ ye syr. Et que nouellys ¶ Ie nescey I could not speke wyth her No wyth none of her folkys ¶ Not wyth one ¶ No they be a slepe euerychone All that euer dwell there ¶ How knowest thou wether they be a slepe or n ¶ Mary she her selfe told me so whan I rapped at the dore ¶ It semeth she was not a slepe than ¶ No she was a bed wyth a strange man ¶ A myschefe on her hore I wold this fyre wer i her tayll I make god auow ¶ That nedeth not she ys hote I now It were more almes to get Some cold water her fyre to quenche I tell you yt ys as warm a wenche As any in all thys strete I supposed I had angred her yll ¶ How so ¶ For I rang her a knyll That waked her from her slepe I gaue her a pele for her frendys soulys a man myght haue hard the noys from poulys To the farthest ende of chepe She saw that I wold not feace but knok And rap styll at the gate She opened a wyndow and put forth her hed Hens. xl. d. ꝙ she. Iak noble ys a bed Thys ye come o I ha standeth the wynd so cold quod I . q. tytle we haue a bry Thys gere goeth all wyde And so I cam thens a great pace tyll I cam hyder / lo thys ys the case Haue I not well hyde