Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
And you'll be married you know not when, 'zounds it were a Christian deed to stop thee in thy journey: hast thou no more spirit in thee, but to let thy tongue betray thee. Suppose I had been a Constable, you had been in a fine taking, had you not! But my still worthy friend, Is there no worse face of ill bent towards me, Then that thou merrily puttest on. Yes, here's four or five faces more, but ne'er an ill one, though never an excellent good one, Boy, up wish your lantern of light, and show him his associates, all running away with the flesh as thou art, go yoke together, you may be oxen one day, and draw all together in a plough, go march together, the Parson stays for you, pay him royally, come, give me the lantern, for you have light sufficient, for night has put off his black Cap, and salutes the morn, now farewell my little children of Cupid, that walk by two and two as if you went a feasting: let me hear no more words, but be gone. Farewell. Farewell brother. ay, you may cry farewell, but if my father should know of my villainy, how should I fare then? but all's one, I ha' done my sister's good, my friends good, and myself good, and a general good is always to be respected before a particular, there's eight score pounds a year saved, by the conveyance of this widow, I hear footsteps, now darkness take me into thy arms, and deliver me from discovery. Lord, lord, what a careless world is this, neither Bride nor Bridegroom ready, time to go to Church, and not a man unroosted, this age has not seen a young Gallant rise with a candle, we live drowned in featherbeds, and dream of no other felicity: this was not the life when I was a young man, what makes us so weak as we are now? a featherbed: what so unapt for exercise? a featherbed: what breeds such pains and aches in our bones? why a featherbed or a wench, or at least a wench in a featherbed: is it not a shame, that an old man as I am should be up first, and in a wedding day, I think in my conscience there's more metal in lads of three score, then in boys of one and twenty. Why Basket hilt. Here sir. Shall I not be trussed today? Yes sir, but I went for water. Is Will Rash up yet? I think not sir, for I heard nobody stirring in the house. Knock sirrah at his chamber, The house might be plucked down and builded again Before he'd wake with the noise. Who's that keeps such a knocking, are you mad? Rather thou art drunk, thou lazy slouch, That mak'st thy bed thy grave, and in it buriest All thy youth and vigour; up for shame. Why 'tis not two o'clock yet.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And you'l be married you know not when, zownds it were a Christian deed to stoppe thee in thy iourny: hast thou no more spirit in thee, but to let thy tongue betray thee. Suppose I had beene a Constable, you had beene in a fine taking, had you not! But my still worthy friend, Is there no worse face of ill bent towards me, Then that thou merrily putt'st on. Yes, heere's foure or fiue faces more, but ne'r an ill one, though neuer an excellent good one, Boy, vp wish your lanthorne of light, and shew him his associats, all running away with the flesh as thou art, goe yoake together, you may be oxen one day, and draw all together in a plough, go march together, the Parson staies for you, pay him royally, come, giue me the Lanthorne, for you haue light sufficient, for night has put off his blacke Cappe, and saluts the morne, now farewell my little children of Cupid, that walke by two and two as if you went a feasting: let mee heare no more words, but be gone. Farewell. Farewell brother. I, you may crie farewell, but if my father should know of my villanie, how should I fare then? but all's one, I ha done my sisters good, my friends good, and my selfe good, and a generall good is alwaies to be respected before a particular, ther's eight score pounds a yeare saued, by the conueyance of this widdow, I heare footesteps, now darkenesse take me into thy armes, and deliuer me from discouery. Lord, lord, what a carelesse world is this, neyther Bride nor Bridegroome ready, time to goe to Church, and not a man vnroosted, this age has not seene a yoong Gallant rise with a candle, we liue drowned in feather-beds, and dreame of no other felicitie: this was not the life when I was a yong man, what makes vs so weake as wee are now? a feather-bed: what so vnapt for exercise? a feather-bed: what breede such paines and aches in our bones? why a feather-bed or a wench, or at least a wench in a feather-bed: is it not a shame, that an olde man as I am should be vp first, and in a wedding day, I thinke in my conscience there's more mettall in laddes of three score, then in boyes of one and twenty. Why Basket hilt. Heere sir. Shall I not be trussed to day? Yes sir, but I went for water. Is Will Rash vp yet? I thinke not sir, for I heard no body stirring in the house. Knocke sirra at his chamber, The house might be plucked downe and builded againe Before hee'd wae with the noyse. Who's that keepes such a knocking, are you madde? Rather thou art drunke, thou lazy slowch, That mak'st thy bed thy graue, and in it buriest All thy youth and vigor; vp for shame. Why 'tis not two a clocke yet.