Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
No by my troth I would have her to my Wife. Then are ye a good man, and God save your life, And what or who is she, with whom ye are in love? A woman whom I know not by what means to move. Who is it? A woman yond. What is her name? Her yonder. Whom? Mistress ah. Fie fie for shame Love ye, and know not whom? but her yond, a Woman, We shall then get you a Wife, I can not tell when. The fair Woman, that supped with us yesternight, And I heard her name twice or thrice, and had it right. Yea, ye may see ye near take me to good cheer with you, If ye had, I could have told you her name now. I was to blame in deed, but the next time perchance: And she dwelleth in this house. What Christian Custance. Except I have her to my Wife, I shall run mad. Nay unwise perhaps, but I warrant you for mad. I am utterly dead unless I have my desire. Where be the bellows that blew this sudden fire? I hear she is worth a thousand pound and more. Yea, but learn this one lesson of me afore, An hundred pound of Marriage money doubtless, Is ever thirty pound sterling, or somewhat less, So that her thousand pound if she be thrifty, Is much near about two hundred and fifty, Howbeit wooers and Widows are never poor. Is she a Widow? I love her better therefore. But I hear she hath made promise to another. He shall go without her, and he were my brother. I have heard say, I am right well advised, That she hath to Gavin Goodluck promised. What is that Gavin Goodluck? a Merchant man. Shall he speed afore me? nay sir by sweet Saint Anne. Ah sir, Backare quoth Mortimer to his sow, I will have her mine own self I make God a vow. For I tell thee, she is worth a thousand pound. Yet a fitter wife for your maship might be found: Such a goodly man as you, might get one with land, Besides pounds of gold a thousand and a thousand, And a thousand, and a thousand, and a thousand, And so to the sum of twenty hundred thousand, Your most goodly parsonage is worthy of no less. I am sorry God made me so comely doubtless. For that maketh me each where so highly favoured, And all women on me so enamoured. Enamoured quothed you? have ye spied out that? Ah sir, marry now I see you know what is what. Enamoured ka? marry sir say that again, But I thought not ye had marked it so plain. Yes, each where they gaze all upon me and stare.
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No by my trouth I woulde haue hir to my Wife. Then are ye a good man, and God saue your life, And what or who is she, with whome ye are in loue? A woman whome I knowe not by what meanes to moue. Who is it? A woman yond. What is hir name? Hir yōder. Whō? Mistresse ah. Fy fy for shame Loue ye, and know not whome? but hir yonde, a Woman, We shall then get you a Wyfe, I can not tell whan. The faire Woman, that supped wyth vs yest ernyght, And I hearde hir name twice or thrice, and had it ryght. Yea, ye may sée ye nere take me to good chéere with you, If ye had, I coulde haue tolde you hir name now. I was to blame in déede, but the nexte tyme perchaunce: And she dwelleth in this house. What Christiā Custance. Except I haue hir to my Wife, I shall runne madde. Nay vnwise perhaps, but I warrant for madde. I am vtterly dead vnlesse I haue my desire. Where be the bellowes that blewe this sodeine fire? I heare she is worthe a thousande pounde and more. Yea, but learne this one lesson of me afore, An hundred pounde of Marriage money doubtlesse, Is euer thirtie pounde sterlyng, or somewhat lesse, So that hir Thousande pounde yf she be thriftie, Is muche neere aboute two hundred and fiftie, Howebeit wowers and Widowes are neuer poore. Is she a Widowe? I loue hir better therefore. But I heare she hath made promise to another. He shall goe without hir, and he were my brother. I haue hearde say, I am right well aduised, That she hath to Gawyn Goodlucke promised. What is that Gawyn Goodlucke? a Merchant man. Shall he speede afore me? nay sir by swéete Sainct Anne. Ah sir, Backare quod Mortimer to his sowe, I wyll haue hir myne owne selfe I make God a vow. For I tell thee, she is worthe a thousande pounde. Yet a fitter wife for your maship might be founde: Suche a goodly man as you, might get one wyth lande, Besides poundes of golde a thousande and a thousande, And a thousande, and a thousande, and a thousande, And so to the summe of twentie hundred thousande, Your most goodly personage is worthie of no lesse. I am sorie God made me so comely doubtlesse. For that maketh me eche where so highly fauoured, And all women on me so enamoured. Enamoured quod you? haue ye spied out that? Ah sir, mary nowe I sée you know wht is what. Enamoured ka? mary sir say that againe, But I thought not ye had marked it so plaine. Yes, eche where they gaze all vpon me and stare.