Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Marry I'll tell you why. Upon the morrow after the blessed new year, I came trip, trip, trip, over the Market hill, Holding up my petticoat to the calves of my legs, To show my fine coloured stockings, And how finely I could foot it in a pair of new corked shoes, I had bought: And there I spied this monsieur Muff, lie gaping up into the skies, To know how many Maids would be with child in the town all the year after: O 'tis a base vexation slave, How the country talks of the large ribbed varlet! Marry out upon him: what a Friday fac't slave it is! I think in my conscience, his face never keeps Holiday. Why his face can never be at quiet, He has such a choleric nose, I durst has worn by my maidenhead, (God forgive me that I should take such an oath) That if William had had such a nose, I would never ha' loved him. What a talking is here of noses and faces? Come Peg, we are toward marriage; let us talk of that may do us good: Granam, what will you give us toward housekeeping? Why William, we are talking of Rob Goodfellow: What think you of him? Marry I say he looks like a tankard bearer, That dwells in Petticoat lane, at the sign of the Mermaid; And I swear by the blood of my codpiece, An I were a woman I would lug off his lave ears, Or run him to death with a spit: and for his face, I think 'tis pity there is not a law made, That it should be felony to name it in any other places, then in bawdy houses: But Granam what will you give us? Marry I will give Peg a pot and a pan, Two platters, a dish and a spoon, a dog, and a cat: I trow she'll prove a good housewife, And love her husband well too. If she love me I'll love her, i'faith my sweet honey comb, I'll love thee, A per We must be asked in Church next Sunday, and we'll be married presently. I'faith William we'll have a merry day on't. That we will i'faith Peg: we'll have a whole noise of fiddlers there: Come Peg let's hie us home, we'll make a bag-pudding to supper, And William shall go and sup with us. Come on i'faith. Why how now Sophos, all a mort? still languishing in love? will not the presence of thy friend prevail? Nor hope expel these sullen fits? Cannot mirth wring, if but a forged smile, From those sad drooping looks of thine? Rely on hope, whose hap will lead thee right, To her, whom thou dost call thy heart's delight; Look cheerly man: the time is near at hand, That Hymen mounted on a snow white coach, Shall tend on Sophos and his lovely bride.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Marrie Ile tel you why. Vpon the morrow after the bleſſed newe yeare, I came trip, trip, trip, ouer the Market hil, Holding vp my petticote to the calues of my legs, To ſhow my fine coloured ſtockins, And how finely I coulde foote it in a paire of newe corkt ſhooes, I had bought: And there I ſpyed this Mounſier Muffe, lie gaping vp into the skies, To know how many Maides would be with childe in the towne all the yeare after: O tis a baſe vexation ſlaue, How the country talkes of the large ribd varlet! Marry out vpon him: what a Friday fac't ſlaue it is! I thinke in my conſcience, his face neuer keepes Holiday▪ Why his face can neuer be at quiet, He has ſuch a cholerick noſe, I durſt haſworne by my maiden-head, (God forgiue me that I ſhould take ſuch an oath▪ That if William had had ſuch a noſe, I would neuer halov'd him. What a talking is here of noſes and faces? Come Pegge, wee are towarde marriage; let vs talke of that may doe vs good: Granam, what wil you giue vs toward howſe-keeping? Why William, we are talking of Rob Goodfellow: What thinke you of him? Marrie I ſay he lookes like a tankerd bearer, That dwels in Petticoate lane, at the ſigne of the Mearemaide; And I ſweare by the bloud of my codpiece, An I were a woman I would lug off his laue eares, Or run him to death with a ſpit: and for his face, I thinke tis pittie there is not a lawe made, That it ſhould be fellonie to name it in any other places, then in baudie houſes: But Granam what wil you giue vs? Marrie I wil giue Pegge a pot and a pan, Two platters, a diſh and a ſpoone, a dogge, and a cat: I trow ſheele prooue a good huswife, And loue hir husband well too. If ſhe loue me Ile loue hir, yfaith my ſweet honny combe, Ile loue thee, We muſt be askt in Church next Sunday, and weel be married preſently. Yfaith William weele haue a merry day ont. That wee will yfaith Pegge: weele haue a whole noiſe of fiddlers there: Come Pegge lets hie vs home, weele make a bag-pudding to ſupper▪ And William ſhall go and ſup with vs. Come on yfaith. Why how now Sophos, al a mort? ſtil languiſhing in loue? Wil not the preſense of thy friend preuaile? Nor hope expell theſe ſullen fits? Cannot mirth wring, if but a forged ſmile, From thoſe ſad drouping lookes of thine? Relye on hope, whoſe hap wil lead thee right, To her, whom thou doſt call thy hearts delight; Looke cheerely man: the time is neere at hand, That Hymen mounted on a ſnow white coach, Shal tend on Sophos and his louely bride.