Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Now have I a quartan ague upon me. Why how now! why come you from Church to kneel thus publicly, what's the matter? We kneel sir for your blessing. How, my blessing! Master Geraldine, is not that your son? Yes sir, and that I take it is your daughter. I suspect knavery, what are you? Why do you kneel hand in hand with her? For a fatherly blessing too sir. Hoy day! 'tis palpable, I am gulled, and my son Scattergood and Bubble fooled, you are married? Yes sir, we are married. More villainy! every thing goes the wrong way. We shall go the right way anon, I hope. Yes marry shall you, you shall e'en to the Counter again, and that's the right way for you. O you are wrong, The prison that shall hold him are these arms. I do fear that I shall turn stinkard, I do smell such a matter: you are married then? Ecce signum, here's the wedding Ring t'affirm it. I believe the knave has drunk hippocras, He is so pleasant. God morrow Gentlemen. Tu quoque to all: what, shall we go to Church? Come, I long to be about this gear. Do you hear me, will you two go sleep again? take out the other nap, for you are both made coxcombs, and so am I. How, coxcombs! Yea coxcombs. Father, that word Coxcomb goes against my stomach. And against mine, a man might ha' digested a Woodcock better. You two come now to go to church to be married, And they two come from Church, and are married. How, married! I would see that man durst marry her. Why sir, what would you do? Why sir I would forbid the banes. And so would I. Do you know that youth in Satin, he's the penner that belongs to that Inkhorn. How, let me see, are not you my man Gervase? Yes sir. And have you married her? Yes sir. And do you think you have used me well? Yes sir. O intolerable rascal! I will presently be made a justice of Peace, and have thee whipped, go fetch a Constable. Come, you're a flourishing Ass; Sergeant take him to thee, he has had a long time of his pageantry. Sirrah let him go, I'll be his bail, for all debts which come against him. Reverend sir, to whom I owe the duty of a son, Which I shall ever pay in my obedience: Know that which made him gracious in your eyes, And guilded over his imperfections, Is wasted and consumed even like ice, Which by the vehemence of heat dissolves, And glides to many rivers, so his wealth, That felt a prodigal hand, hot in expense, Melted within his gripe, and from his coffers, Ran like a violent stream to other men's, What was my own, I catched at. Have you your mortgage in? Yes sir.
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Now haue I a quartane ague vpon me. Why how now! why come you from Church to kneele thus publikely, what's the matter? We kneele sir for your blessing. How, my blessing! Master Geraldine, is not that your sonne? Yes sir, and that I take it is your daughter. I suspect knauery, what are you? Why doe you kneele hand in hand with her? For a fatherly blessing too sir. Hoy day! 'tis palpable, I am gull'd, and my sonne Scatter-good and Bubble fool'd, you are married? Yes sir, we are married. More villanie! euery thing goes the wrong way. We shall goe the right way anone, I hope. Yes marry shall you, you shall eene to the Counter againe, and that's the right way for you. O you are wrong, The prison that shall hold him are these armes. I doe feare that I shall turne stinckard, I do smell such a matter: you are married then? Ecee signum, heere's the wedding Ring t'affirme it. I beleeue the knaue has druncke Ipocras, He is so pleasant. God morrow Gentlemen. Tu quoque to all: what, shall we goe to Church? Come, I long to be about this geare. Doe you heare me, will you two goe sleepe againe? take out the tother nap, for you are both made Cockescombes, and so am I. How, Cockes-combes! Yea Cockes-combes. Father, that word Cockes-comb goes against my stomacke. And against mine, a man might ha digested a Woodcocke better. You two come now to goe to church to be married, And they two come from Church, and are married. How, married! I would see that man durst mary her. Why sir, what would you doe? Why ir I would forbid the banes. And so would I. Doe you know that youth in Sattin, hee's the penner that belongs to that Inck-horne. How, let me see, are not you my man Gerase? Yes sir. And haue you married her? Yes sir. And doe you thinke you haue vsde me well? Yes sir. O intollerable rascall! I will presently be made a Iustice of Peace, and haue thee whipp'd, goe fetch a Constable. Come, y'are a flourishing Asse; Sergeant take him to thee, he has had a long time of his pageantry. Sirra let him goe, I'le be his baile, for all debts which come aginst him. Reuerend sir, to whom I owe the duty of a sonne, Which I shall euer pay in my obedience: Know that which made him gracious in your eyes, And guilded ouer his imperfectins, Is wasted and consumed eue like ice, Which by the vehemence of heate dissolues, And glides to many riuers, so his wealth, That felt a prodigall hand, hote in expence, Melted within his gripe, and from his coffers, Ranne like a violent streame to other mens, What was my owne, I catch'd at. Haue you your morgage in? Yes sir.