Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Marry Sir, my case was a goose's case: For my dog worried my neighbour's sow, and the sow died. And he sued you upon wilful murder? No: but he went to law with me, and would make me either pay for his sow, or hang my dog: Now Sir to this same Returner I went. To beg a pardon for your dog? No: but to have some of his wit for my money, I gave him his fee, and promised him a goose beside, for his counsel. Now Sir his counsel was to deny all was asked me, And to crave a longer time to answer, Though I knew the case was plain; So Sir I take his counsel: and always when he send to me for his goose, I deny it, and crave a longer time to answer. And so the case was yours, & the goose was his: And so it came to be a goose's case. True: but now we are talking of geese, See where Peg and my Granam Midnight comes. Come Peg, bestir your stumps: make thyself smug, wench; thou must be married tomorrow: Let's go seek out thy sweet heart, To prepare all things in readiness. Why Granam, look where he is. Ha my sweet Tralilly, I thought thou couldst spy me amongst a hundred honest men. A man may see that love will creep where it cannot go. Ha my sweet and too sweet: shall I say the other sweet? ay, say it and spare not. Nay I will not say it, I will sing it. Thou art mine own sweet heart; From thee I'll never depart: Thou art my cyperlily: And I thy Trangdidowne dilly, And sing heigh ding a ding ding: And do the other thing, And when 'tis done not miss, To give my wench a kiss: And then dance canst thou not hit it? Ho brave William Cricket! How like you this Granam? Marry gods benison light oath thy good heart, for't: Ha, that I were young again! i'faith I was an old doer at these love songs when I was a girl Now by the Marry〈...〉 thou hast got the merriest wooer in all Womanshire. Faith, I am none of those that love nothing but Tum dum diddle, If he had not been a merry shaver, I would never have had him. But come my wimble lass, let all these matters pass: And in a bouncing bravation, let's talk of our copulation: What good cheer shall we have tomorrow? Old grandsire thick-skin, you that sit there as melancholy as a mantletree, what will you give us toward this merry meeting? Marry, because you told me a merry goose's case: I'll bestow a fat goose on ye: and God give you luck. Marry well said old master: e'en God give them joy indeed, for by my vay, they are a good sweet young couple. Granam stand out o'th' way, for here come gentlefolk will run over ye else.
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Marry Sir, my caſe was a gooſes caſe: For my dog wirried my neighbours ſow, and the ſow died▪ And hee ſued you vpon wilfull murther? No: but he went to law with me, and would make me either pay for his ſow, or hang my dogge: Now Sir to this ſame Retourner I went. To beg a pardon for your dogge? No: but to haue ſome o for my mony, I gaue him his fee, and promiſed him a gooſe beſide, for h counſaile. Now Sir his counſaile was to denie all was askt me, And to craue a longer time to anſwere, Though I knew the caſe was plaine; So Sir I take his counſaile: and alwaies when he ſende to me for his gooſe, I denie it, and craue a longer time to anſwere. And ſo the caſe was yours, & the gooſe was his: And ſo it came to be a gooſes caſe. True: but now we are talking of geeſe, See where Pegge and my Granam Midnight comes. Come Pegge, beſtirre your ſtumpes: make thy ſelfe ſmugge, wench; thou muſt be married to morrow: Lets goe ſeeke out thy ſweete heart, To prepare all things in readineſſe. Why Granam, looke where he is. Ha my ſweet Tralilly, I thought thou couldſt ſpie me amongſt a hundred honeſt men. A man may ſee that loue will creepe where it cannot goe. Ha my ſweet and too ſweet: ſhall I ſay the tother ſweet? I, ſay it and ſpare not. Nay I will not ſay it, I will ſing it. Thou art mine owne ſweete heart▪ From thee Ile neuer depart: Thou art my Ciperlillie: And I thy Trangdidowne dilly, And ſing hey ding a ding ding: And do the tother thing▪ And when tis done not miſſe, To giue my wench a kiſſe: And then dance canſt thou not hit it? Ho braue VVilliam Cricket▪ How like you this Granam▪ Marrie gods beniſo lt oth thy good hart, fort: Ha, that I were you againe! I was an olde doer at theſe loue ſongs when I was a Now by the the merrieſt woer in all Womanſhire. Faith, I am none of thoſe that loue nothing but Tum dum diddle▪ If he had not beene a merrie ſhauer, I would neuer haue had him. But come my wimble laſſe, let al theſe matters paſſe: And in a bouncing brauation, lets talke of our copulation: What good cheere ſhal we haue to morrow? Old Grandſir Thickskin, you that ſit there as melancholy as a mantletree, what will you giue vs towarde this merrie meeting? Marry, becauſe you told me a merrie gooſes caſe: Ile beſtow a fat gooſe on ye: and God giue you luck. Marry wel ſaid old maſter: eene God giue them ioy indeed, for by my vay, they are a good ſweete yong couple. Granam ſtand out oth way, for here come gentlefolke wil run ore ye elſe.