Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
I pray tell us true, be plain young Flowerdale? My uncle here mad, and disposed to do me wrong, But here's my man, an honest fellow By the lord, and of good credit, knows all is true. Not I sir, I am too old to lie, I rather know You forged a will, where every line you writ, You studied where to coat your lands might lie. And I prithee, where be thy honest friends? i'faith nowhere sir, for he hath none at all. benedicite, we are over wretched I believe. I am cozened, and my hopefullest child undone. You are not cozened, nor is she undone, They slander me, by this light they slander me; Look you, my uncle here's an usurer, and would undo me, But I'll stand in law, do you but bail me, you shall do no more: You brother Civet, and master Weathercock, do but Bail me, and let me have my marriage money Paid me, and we'll down, and there your own Eyes shall see, how my poor tenants there will welcome me. You shall but bail me, you shall do no more, And you greedy gnat, their bail will serve. I sir, I'll, ask no better bail, No sir you shall not take my bail, nor his, Nor my son Civet, I'll not be cheated I, Shreeve take your prisoner, i'll not deal with him: Let's Uncle make false dice with his false bones, I will not have to do with him: mocked, gulled, & wronged. Come Girl, though it be late it falls out well, Thou shalt not live with him in beggars hell. He is my husband, & high heaven doth know, With what unwillingness I went to Church, But you enforced me, you compelled me too it: The holy Churchman pronounced these words but now, I must not leave my husband in distress: Now I must comfort him, not go with you. Comfort a cozener? on my curse forsake him. This day you caused me on your curse to take him: Do not I pray my grieved soul oppress, God knows my heart doth bleed at his distress. O M. Weathercock, I must confess I forced her to this match, Led with opinion his false will was true. A, he hath overreached me too. She might have lived like Delia, in a happy virgin's state. Father be patient, sorrow comes too late. And on her knees she begged & did entreat, If she must needs taste a sad marriage life, She craved to be sir Arthur Greenshield's wife. You have done her & me the greater wrong. O take her yet. Not I. Or, M. Oliver, except my child, and half my wealth is yours. No sir, Chil break no Laws. Never fear, she will not trouble you. Yet sister in this passion do not run headlong to confusion. You may affect him, though not follow him.
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I pray tell vs true, be plaine young Flowerdale? My vnckle here mad, and disposed to do me wrong, But heer's my man, an hone fellow By the lord, and of good credit, knowes all is true. Not I syr▪ I am too old to lye, I rather know You forgde a will, where euery line you writ, You studied where to coate your landes might lye. And I , where be thy honest friends? Y faith no where syr, for he hath none at all. Benedicitie, we are ore wretched I beleeue. I am couend, and my hopefulst child vndone. You are not cousend, nor is she vndone, They slaunder me, by this light they slander me; Looke you, my vnckle heres a vsurer▪ and would vndoe me, in law, do you but me, you shal do no more▪ You brother Ciuet, and maister Weathercocke, doe but Baile me, and let me haue my marriage mony Paid me, and wride downe, and there your owne▪ Eyes shall see, how my poore tenants wil welcome me▪ You shall but baile me, you shall doe no more, And you grey gnat, their baile will serue. I syr, ile, aske no better baile, No syr you shall not take my baile, nor his, Nor my sonne , ile not be chea I, Shreeue take your prisoner, ile not with him▪ Let's Vncle make false dice with his false bones, I will not haue to doe with him: mocked, guld, & wrongd. Come Girle, though it be late it falls out well, Thou shalt not liue with him in beggers hell. He is my husband, & hie heauen doth know, With what vnwillingnesse I went to Church, But you inforced me, you compelled me too it: The holy Church-man pronounced these words but now, I must not leaue my husband in distresse: Now I must comfort him, not goe with you. Comfort a cozoner? on my curse forsake him. This day you caused me on your curse to take him: Doe not I pray my greiued soule oppresse, God knowes my heart doth bleed at his distresse. O M. Weathercock, I must confesse I forced her to this match, Led with opinion his false will was true. A, he hath ouer-reached me too. She might haue liued like Delia, in a happie Virgins state. Father be patient, sorrow comes too late. And on her knees she begd & did entreat, If she must needes taste a sad marriage life, She craued to be sir Arthur Greene-sheilds wife. You haue done her & me the greater wrong. O take her yet. Not I. Or, M. Oliuer, except my child, and halfe my wealth is yours. No sir, chil breake no Lawes. Neuer feare, she will not trouble you. Yet sister in this passion doe not runne headlong to confusion. You may affect him, though not follow him.