Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
And surely for thy sake she shall speed. e'en so sir. I shall be contented to take her. e'en so sir. But at thy request and for thy sake. e'en so sir. And come hark in thine ear what to say. e'en so sir. COme on sirs apace, and quite yourselves like men, Your pains shallbe rewarded. But I wot not when. Do your master worship as ye have done in time past. Speak to them: of mine office he shall have a cast. Harpax, look that thou do well too, and thy fellow. I warrant, if he will mine example follow. Curtsy whoresons, duck you and crouch at every word, Yes whether our master speak earnest or board. For this lieth upon his preferment in deed. Oft is he a wooer, but never doth he speed. But with whom is he now so sadly rounding yond? With Nobs nicebecetur miserere fond. God be at your wedding, be ye sped already? I did not suppose that your love was so greedy, I perceive now ye have chose of devotion, And joy have ye lady of your promotion. Tush fool, thou art deceived, this is not she. Well mock much of her, and keep her well I 'vise ye. I will take no charge of such a fair piece keeping. What aileth this fellow? he driveth me to weeping. What weep on the wedding day? be merry woman, Though I say it, ye have chose a good gentleman. Kocks nouns what meanest thou man, tut a whistle. Ah sir, be good to her, she is but a gristle, Ah sweet lamb and coney. Tut thou art deceived. Weep no more lady, ye shall be well received. Up with some merry noise sirs, to bring home the bride. gog's arms knave, art thou 〈◊〉 I tell thee thou art wide. Then ye intend by night to have her 〈◊〉 brought. I tell thee no. How then? 'tis neither met ne thought. What shall we then do with her? Ah foolish harebrain, This is not she. No is? why then said again, And what young girl is this with your maship so bold? A girl? Yea. I dare say, scarce yet three score year old. This same is the fair widows nurse of whom ye wot. Is she but a nurse of a house? hence home old trot, Hence at once. No no. What an please your 〈◊〉 A nurse talk so homely with one of your worship? I will have it so: it is my pleasure and will. Then I am content. Nurse come again, tarry still. What, she will help forward this my 〈◊〉 for her part. Then is't mine own pigsney 〈◊〉, and blessing on my heart. This is our best friend 〈◊〉. Then 〈◊〉 her what to say I am taught already. Then go, make no delay. Yet hark one word in thine ear. Back sirs from his tail Back villains, will ye be privy of my 〈◊〉?
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And surely for thy sake she shall spéede. Een so sir. I shall be contented to take hir. Een so sir. But at thy request and for thy sake. Een so sir. And come hearke in thine eare what to say. Een so sir. COme on sirs apace, and quite your selues like men, Your pains shalbe rewarded. But I wot not whē. Do your maister worship as ye haue done in time past. Speake to them: of mine office he shall haue a cast. Harpax, looke that thou doe well too, and thy fellow. I warrant, if he will myne example folowe. Curtsie whooresons, douke you and crouche at euery worde, Yes whether our maister speake earnest or borde. For this lieth vpon his preferment in deede. Oft is hée a wower, but neuer doth he speede. But with whome is he nowe so sadly roundyng yond? With Nobs nicebecetur miserere fonde. God be at your wedding, be ye spedde alredie? I did not suppose that your loue was so greedie, I perceie nowe ye haue chose of deuotion, And ioy haue ye ladie of your promotion. Tushe foole, thou art deceiued, this is not she. Well mocke muche of hir, and keepe hir well I vise ye. I will take no charge of such a faire piece kéeping. What ayleth thys fellowe? he driueth me to wéeping. What wéepe on the weddyng day? be merrie woman, Though I say it, ye haue chose a good gentleman. Kocks nownes what meanest thou man, tut a whisle. Ah sir, be good to hir, she is but a gristle, Ah sweete lambe and coney. Tut thou art deceiued. Weepe no more lady, ye shall be well receiued. Up wyth some mery noyse sirs, to bring home the bride. Gogs armes knaue, art thou I tel thee thou art wide. Then ye entende by nyght to haue hir brought. I tel thee no. How the? Tis neither met ne thought. What shall we then doe with hir? Ah foolish harebraine, This is not she. No is? why then vnsayde againe, And what yong girle is this with your mashyp so bolde? A girle? Yea. I dare say, scarse yet three score yere old. This same is the faire widowes nourse of whome ye wotte. Is she but a nourse of a house? hence home olde trotte, Hence at once. No no. What an please your A nourse talke so homely with one of your worship? I will haue it so: it is my pleasure and will. Then I am content. Nourse come againe, tarry still. What, she will helpe forward this my for hir part. Then ist mine owne pygs , and blessing on my hart. This is our best frend . Then hir what to say I am taught alreadie. Then go, make no delay. Yet hark one word in thine eare. Back sirs frō his taile Backe vilaynes, will ye be priuie of my ?