Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Now might I speak to them, if I wist what to say. Nay we will go both off, and see what he is. One that hath heard all your talk and singing iwis. The more to blame you, a good thrifty husband Would elsewhere have had some better matters in hand. I did it for no harm, but for good love I bear, To your dame mistress Custance, I did your talk hear. And Mistress nurse I will kiss you for acquaintance. I come anon sir. Faith I would our dame Custance Saw this gear. I must first wipe all clean, yea I must. Ill chieve it doting fool, but it must be cust. God yield you sir, chad not so much ichotte not when, were since chwas bore chwine, of such a gay gentleman. I will kiss you too maiden for the good will I bear you. No forsooth, by your leave ye shall not kiss me. Yes be not afeard, I do not disdain you a whit. Why should I fear you? I have not so little wit, Ye are but a man I know very well. Why then? Forsooth for I will not, I use not to kiss men. I would fain kiss you too good maiden, if I might. What should that need? But to honour you by this light. I use to kiss all them that I love to God I vow. Yea sir? I pray you when did ye last kiss your cow. Ye might be proud to kiss me, if ye were wise. What promotion were therein? Nurse is not so nice. Well I have not been taught to kissing and licking. Yet I thank you mistress Nurse, ye made no sticking. I will not stick for a kosse with such a man as you. They that lust: I will again to my sewing now. Tidings hough, tidings, dame Custance greeteth you well. Whom me? You sir? no sir? I do no such tale tell. But and she knew me here. Tibet Talk apace, Your mistress Custance and mine, must speak with your grace With me? Ye must come in to her out of all doubts. And my work not half done? A mischief on all louts. Ah good sweet nurse. A good sweet gentleman. what? Nay I can not tell sir, but what thing would you? Now doth sweet Custance, my heart of gold, tell me how? She doth very well sir, and command me to you. To me? Yea to you sir. To me? nurse tell me plain To me? Ye. That word maketh me alive again. She command me to one last day who ere it was. That was e'en to me and none other by the Mass. I can not tell you surely, but one it was. It was I and none other: this cometh to good pass. I promise thee nurse I favour her. e'en so sir. Bid her sue to me for marriage. e'en so sir.
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Nowe myght I speake to them, if I wist what to say. Nay we will go both off, and sée what he is. One that hath hearde all your talke and singyng ywis. The more to blame you, a good thriftie husbande Woulde elsewhere haue had some better matters in hande. I dyd it for no harme, but for good lue I beare, To your dame mistresse Custance, I did your talke heare. And Mistresse nource I will kisse you for acquaintance. I cme anon sir. Faith I would our dame Custanc Sawe this geare. I must first wipe al cleane, yea I must. Ill chieue it dotyng foole, but it must be cust. God yelde you sir, chad not so much ichotte not whan, ere since chwas bore chwine, of such a gay gentleman. I will kisse you too mayden for the good will I beare you. No forsoth, by your leaue ye shall not kisse me. Yes be not afearde, I doe not disdayne you a whit. Why shoulde I feare you? I haue not so little wit, Ye are but a man I knowe very well. Why then? Forsooth for I wyll not, I vse not to kisse men. I would fae kisse you too good maiden, if I myght. What shold that néede? But to honor you by this light. I vse to kisse all them that I loue to God I vowe. Yea sir? I pray you when dyd ye last kisse your cowe. Ye might be proude to kisse me, if ye were wise. What promotion were therin? Nourse is not so nice. Well I haue not bene taught to kissing and licking. Yet I thanke you mistresse Nourse, ye made no sticking. I will not sticke for a kosse with such a man as you. They that lust: I will againe to my sewyng now. Tidings hough, tidings, dame Custance gréeteth you well. Whome me? You sir? no sir? I do no suche tale tell. But and she knewe me here. Tybet Talke apace, Your mstresse Custance and mine, must speake with your grace With me? Ye muste come in to hir out of all doutes. And my work not half done? A mischief on all loutes. Ah good swéet nourse. A good swéete gentlemā. what? Nay I can not tel sir, but what thing would you? Nowe dothe swéete Custance, my heart of gold, tell me how? She dothe very well sir, and commaunde me to you. To me? Yea to you sir. To me? nurse tel me plain To me? Ye. That word maketh me aliue again. She commaunde me to one last day who ere it was. That was een to me and none other by the Masse. I can not tell you surely, but one it was. It was I and none other: this commeth to good passe. I promise thée nourse I fauour hir. Een so sir. Bid hir sue to me for mariage. Een so sir.