Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Well, we are willing sir, we are content To show the Gentleman any kind of favour. Along then; hark master Bowdler. Welcome good master Berry, is your stomach up sir? It is a good conceit i'faith. It is indeed sir. What, Fiddle! If his stomach be up to go to dinner. Fiddle, bid master Berry welcome. What else master? with the best belly in my heart, the sweetest strain in my music, and the worst entertainment that may be, Fiddle bids your worship adesdum. Thanks Fiddle, and master Flower, I am much beholding to your courtesy. Fiddle, I wonder that he stays so long, Thou toldst me Anthony would follow thee. ay, and he'll be here I warrant you. I'll tell you sir, it is a rare conceit, My wife would have her marry Anthony, The younger brother, but against her mind, I will contract her unto Ferdinand, And I have sent for you and other friends, To witness it; and 'tis a good conceit. Fiddle, are all things ordered well within? All's well, all's well, but there wants some saffron, To colour the custards withal. Here, take my keys, bid Susan take enough. Fiddle, are all our guests come yet? ay sir, and here comes one more than you looked for. God save you Master Flower, as much to you Master Berry. Welcome M. Golding, you're very welcome sir. My brother Ferdinand commends him to you, And here's a letter to you from himself. A letter sir, it is a good conceit, I'll read it straight, Master Flower, I am beholding to you for your kindness, and your furtherance in my love-suit, but my mind is changed, and I will not marry your daughter, and so farewell. This is no good conceit: what Ferdinand, Delude old Flower, make me deceive my friends, Make my wife laugh, and triumph in her will, What think you Fiddle? Why sir I think it is no good conceit. Thou sayst true Fiddle, 'tis a bad conceit, But hear you sir. I understand by Fiddle your forwardness in my suit to your daughter: but nevertheless I am determined to draw back, and commit your daughter to her best fortunes, and yourself to God; Farewell. Why this is like my husband's bad conceit, Have you o'erreached me Flower, you crafty fox? This is your doing, but for all your sleight I'll cross you if my purpose hit aright. Tut, tell not me sir, for my credit and reputation is as it is, and there's an end: if I shall have her, why so. Sir, the conceit is doubtful, give me leave but to consider of it by myself. With all my heart. Master Golding, a word I pray sir, You know my daughter Phillis, do you not? Mistress, I do. She is a star I tell you. She is no less indeed. I tell you sir upon the sudden now, There came an odd conceit into my head, Are you a bachelor? I am indeed. And are you not promised? Not yet believe me.
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Well, we are willing sir, we are content To shew the Gentleman any kind of fauour. Along then; hearke maister Bowdler. Welcome good maister Berry, is your stomack vp sir? It is a good conceit yfaith. It is indeede sir. What, Fiddle! If his stomacke be vp to goe to dinner. Fiddle, bid maister Berry welcome. What else maister? with the best belly in my heart, the sweetest straine in my musicke, and the worst entertainment that may be, Fiddle bids your worship adesdum. Thankes Fiddle, and maister Flower, I am much beholding to your curtesie. Fiddle, I wonder that he staies so long, Thou toldst me Anthony would follow thee. I, and heele be heere I warrant you. Ile tell you sir, it is a rare conceit, My wife would haue her marry Anthony, The yonger brother, but against her minde, I will contract her vnto Ferdinand, And I haue sent for you and other friends, To witnes it; and tis a good conceit. Fiddle, are all things ordred well within? Alls well, alls well, but there wants some saffron, To colour the custards withall. Heere, take my keyes, bid Susan take enough. Fiddle, are all our guests come yet? I sir, and here comes one more than you lookt for. God saue you Master Flower, as much to you Master Berry. Welcome M. Golding, yare very welcome sir. My brother Ferdinand commends him to you, And heeres a letter to you from himselfe. A letter sir, it is a good conceit, Ile reade it strait, Maister Flower, I am beholding to you for your kindenesse, and your furtherance in my loue-suite, but my minde is changed, and I will not marry your daughter, and so farewell. This is no good conceit: what Ferdinand, Delude olde Flower, make me deceiue my friends, Make my wife laugh, and triumph in her will, What thinke you Fiddle? Why sir I thinke it is no good conceit. Thou saist true Fiddle, tis a bad conceit, But heare you sir. I vnderstand by Fiddle your forwardnesse in my sute to your daughter: but neuertheles I am determined to drawe backe, and commit your daughter to her best fortunes, and your selfe to God; Farewell. Why this is like my husbands bad conceit, Haue you ore-reachd me Flower, you crafty fox? This is your doing, but for all your sleight Ile crosse you if my purpose hit aright. Tut, tell not me sir, for my credite and reputation is as it is, and theres an end: if I shall haue her, why so. Sir, the conceit is doubtfull, giue me leaue but to consider of it by my selfe. With all my heart. Maister Golding, a word I pray sir, You know my daughter Phillis, doe you not? Mistris, I doe. She is a starre I tell you. She is no lesse indeede. I tell you sir vpon the sodaine now, There came an odde conceit into my head, Are you a batcheller? I am indeede. And are you not promisde? Not yet beleeue me.