Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
What's the matter quotha? Faith I ha' been in a fair taking, for you, a bot's on you. For other day after I had seen you, presently my belly began to rumble: What's the matter, thought I? With that I bethought myself, and the sweet comportenance of that same sweet round face of thine came into my mind: Out went I, and I'll be sworn I was so near taken, that I was feign to cut all my points. And dost hear Peg? If thou dost not grant me thy good will in the way of marriage; First and for most I'll run out of my clothes, and then out of my wits for thee. Nay William I would be loath you should do so for me. Will you look merrily on me and love me then? Faith I care not greatly if I do. Care not greatly if I do? what an answers that? If thou wilt say, I Peg take thee William to my spruce husband. Why so I will, but we must have more company for witnesses first. That needs not: here's good store of young men & maids here. Why then here's my hand. Faith that's honestly spoken: say after me. I Peg Pudding promise thee William Cricket, That I'll hold thee for mine own sweet Lily, While I have an head in mine eye, and a face on my nose, a mouth in my tongue, and all that a woman should have, from the crown of my foot, to the sole of my head, I'll clasp thee and clip thee, coll thee and kiss thee, Till I be better than nought, and worse than nothing: When thou art ready to sleep, I'll be ready to snort: When thou art in health, I'll be in gladness: When thou art sick, I'll be ready to die: When thou art mad, I'll run out of my wits: And thereupon I strike the good luck, Well said i'faith: O I could find in my hose to pocket thee in my heart. Come my heart of gold, let's have a dance at the making up of this match: Strike up Tom Piper. Come Peg I'll take the pains to bring thee homeward, And at twilight, look for me again. Come hither my honest friend: M. Churms told me you had a suit to me, What's the matter? Pray ye Sir is your name Robin Goodfellow? My name is Robin Goodfellow. Marry Sir I hear you're a very cunning man Sir; And sirreverence of your worship Sir, I am going a-wooing to one M. Lelia a Gentlewoman here hard by, Pray ye Sir tell me how I should be have myself, to get her to my wife. For Sir there is a Scholar about her: Now if you can tell me, how I should wipe his nose of her, I would bestow a fee of you.
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Whats the matter quotha? Faith I ha been in a faire taking, for you, a bots on you. For tother day after I had ſeene you, preſently my belly began to rumble: Whats the matter, thought I? With that I bethought my ſelfe, and the ſweete comport nance of that ſame ſweet round face of thine came into my mind: Out went I, and Ile bee ſworne I was ſo neere taken, that I was faine to cut all my points. And doſt heare Pegge? If thou doſt not grant mee thy good will in the way of marriage; Firſt and for moſt Ile run out of my cloathes, and then out of my wits for thee. Nay William I would bee loth you ſhould doe ſo for me. Will you looke merrily on me and loue me then? Faith I care not greatly if I doe. Care not greatly if I doe? what an anſwers that? If thou wilt ſay, I Pegge take thee William to my ſpruce husband. Why ſo I wil, but we muſt haue more company for witneſſes firſt. That needes not: heers good ſtore of yong men & maides here. Why then heers my hand. Faith thats honeſtly ſpoken: ſay after me. I Pegge Pudding promiſe thee William Cricket, That Ile hold thee for mine owne ſweet Lilly, While I haue an head in mine eye, and a face on my noſe, a mouth in my tongue, and all that a woman ſhould haue, from the crowne of my foote, to the ſole of my head, Ile claſpe thee and clip thee, coll thee and kiſſe thee, Till I be better then naught, and worſe than nothing: When thou art ready to ſleepe, Ile be ready to ſnort: When thou art in health, Ile be in gladneſſe: When thou art ſick, Ile be ready to dy: When thou art mad, Ile run out of my wits: And thereupon I ſtrike the good lucke, Well ſayd yfaith: O I could find in my hoſe to pocket thee in my heart. Come my heart of golde, lets haue a daunce at the making vp of this match: Strike vp Tom Piper. Come Pegge Ile take the paines to bring thee homeward, And at twylight, looke for me againe. Come hither my honeſt friend: M. Churms tolde me you had a ſuit to me, Whats the matter? Pray ye Sir is your name Robin Goodfellow? My name is Robin Goodfellow. Marrie Sir I heare yare a very cunning man Sir; And ſirreuerence of your worſhip Sir, Iam going a woeing to one M. Lelia a Gentlewoman here hard by, Pray ye Sir tel me how I ſhould be haue my ſelfe, to get hir to my wife. For Sir there is a Scholler about hir: Now if you can tell mee, how I ſhould wipe his noſe of hir, I would beſtow a fee of you.