Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Not me at all sir, but I imagine By your being here thus armed, You stay for some that you should fight withal, Why and he do, che would not desire you to take his part. No by my troth, I think you need it not, For he you look for, I think means not to come. No & che war assure a that, ched avese him in another place. O sir Arthur, master Oliver ay me, Your love, and yours, and mine, sweet mistress Luce, This morn is married to young Flowerdale. Married to Flowerdale! 'tis impossible. Married man, che hope thou dost but jest: To make an a volowten merriment of it. O 'tis too true. Here comes his Uncle. God morrow sir Arthur, good morrow M. Oliver. God and good morn M. Flowerdale. I pray you tellen Is your scoundrel kinsman married? M. Oliver, call him what you will, but he is married us, To sir Lancelot's daughter here. Sir Arthur, unto her? ay, ha the old vellow zarved me thick trick, Why man he was a promise, Chil Ch'd a had her, Is a zitch a voxe, Chill look to his water che vor him. The music plays, they are coming from the Church. Sheriff do your Office: fellows, stand stoutly too it. God give you joy, as the old zaid Proverb is, and some zorrow among. You met us well, did you not? Nay be not angry sir, the fault is in me, I have done all the wrong, kept him from coming to the field to you, as I might sir, for I am a justice, and sworn to keep the peace. I marry is he sir, a very justice, and sworn to keep the peace, you must not disturb the weddings. Nay, never frown nor storm sir, if you do, I'll have an order taken for you. Well, Well, Chill be quiet. M. Flowerdale, sir Lancelot, look you who here is? M. Flowerdale. M. Flowerdale, welcome with all my heart. Uncle, this is she i'faith: Master undersheriff Arrest me? at whose suit? draw Kit. At my suit sir. Why what's the matter M. Flowerdale? This is the matter sir, this unthrift here, Hath cozened you, and hath had of me, In several sums three thousand pound. Why Uncle, Uncle. Cousen, cousen, you have uncled me. And if you be not stayed, you'll prove A cozener unto all that know you. Why sir, suppose he be to you in debt Ten thousand pound, his state to me appear, To be at least three thousand by the year. O sir, I was too late informed of that plot, How that he went about to cozen you: And formed a will, and sent it to your good Friend there master Weathercock, in which was Nothing true, but brags and lies. H, hath he not such Lordships, landes, and shippes? Not worth a groat, not worth a halfpenny he.
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Not me at all syr▪ but I imagin By your being here thus armed, You stay for some that you should ight wiall▪ Why and he doe, che would not deire you to take his part. No by my troath, I thinke you need it not, For he you looke for, I thinke meane not t come. No & che war ashure a that, chd him in another place. O syr Artr, maister ▪ Your loue, and yours, and mine, sweet mistresse , This morne is arried to young Flowerd. Married to Flowerd! tis impossible. Married man▪ che hope thou doest but iest: To make an a volowten meryment of it. O tis too true. Here comes his Vncle. God morrow sir Arthur, good morrow M. Oliuer. God and good morne M. . I pray you tellen Is your scoundrell kinsman married? M. Oliuer, call him what you will, but hee is maryed vs, To sir daughter here. Sir Arthur, vnto her▪ I, ha the olde vellow zarued me thick tricke, Why man he was a promise, chil chud a had her, Is a zitch a voxe, chill looke to his water che vor him. The musicke playes, they are comming from the Church. Sheriffe doe your Office: fellowes, stand stoutly too it▪ God giue you ioy, as the old zaid Prouerbe is, and some zorrow among. You met vs well▪ did you not? Nay be not angry sir, the fault is in me, I haue done all the wrong, kept him from comming to the field to you▪ as I might sir, for I am a Iustice, and sworne to keepe th peace. I marry is he sir, a very Iustice, and sworne to keepe the peace, you must not disturbe the weddings. Nay, neuer frowne nor storme sir, if you doe, Ile haue an order taken for you. Well, Well, chill be quiet. M. Flowerdale, sir Lancelot, looke you who here is? M. ▪ M. Flowerdale, welcome with all my heart. Vncle, this is she yfaith: Maister Vnder-sherie Arest me? at whose sute? draw Kit. At my sute sir▪ Why whats the matter M. Flowerd? This is the matter sir, this vnthrift here, Hath cozened you, and hath had of me, In seuerall summes three thousand pound. Why Vncle, Vncle. Cousen, cousen, you haue vnckled me▪ And if you be not staid, youle proue A cousoner vnto all that know you. Why syr, suppose he be to you in debt Tn thousand pound, his state to me appeare, To be at least three thousand by the yeare. O , I was too late informed of that plot, How that he went about to cousen you▪ And formde a will, and sent it to your good Friend ther maister Weatherc, in which was Nothing true, but brags and . H, hath he not such Lordships, landes, and shippes? Not worth a groat▪ not worth a halfepenie he.