Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I was nigh no feathers since I came from my bed. No sir, it was a hair that was fall from your head. My men come when it please them. By your leave.. What is that? Your gown was foul spotted with the foot of a gnat. Their master to offend they are nothing afeard. What now? A lousy hair from your mastership's beard. And sir for Nurse's sake pardon this one offence. We shall not after this show the like negligence. I pardon you this once, and come sing near the worse. How like you the goodness of this gentleman nurse? God save his mastership that so can his men forgive, And I will hear them sing ere I go, by his leave. Mary and thou shalt wench, come we two will dance. Nay I will by mine own self foot the song perchance. Go to it sirs lustily. Pipe up a merry note, Let me hear it played, I will foot it for a groat. Now nurse take this same letter here to thy mistress. And as my trust is in thee ply my business. It shallbe done. Who made it? I wrote it each whit Then needs it no mending. No, no. No I know your wit. I warrant it well. It shall be delivered. But if ye speed, shall I be considered? Whough, dost thou doubt of that? What shall I have? An hundred times more than thou canst devise to crave. Shall I have some new gear? for my old is all spent. The worst kitchen wench shall go in Lady's raiment. Yea? And the worst drudge in the house shall go better Than your mistress doth now. The I trudge with your letter. Now may I repose me: Custance is mine own. Let us sing and play 〈◊〉 toward it may be known. But are you sure, that your 〈◊〉 is well enough? I wrote it myself. Then sing we to dinner. WHo took thee this letter Margerie Mumblecrust? A lusty gay bachelor took it me of trust, And if ye seek to him he will low your doing. Yea, but where learned he that manner of 〈◊〉? If to sue to him, you will any pains take, He will have you to his wife (he sayth) for my sake. Some wise gentleman belike. I am bespoken: And I thought verily this had been some token From my dear spouse Gavin Goodluck, whom when him please God luckily send home to both our hearts ease. A jolly man it is I wot well by report, And would haue you to him for marriage ret: Best open the writing, and see what it doth speak. At this time nurse I will neither read ne break. He promised to give you a whole peck of gold. Perchance lack of a pyrite when it shall be all told. I would take a gay rich husband, and I were you.
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I was nigh no feathers since I came from my bed. No sir, it was a haire that was fall from your hed. My mē com whē it plese thē. By your leue.. What is that? Your gown was foule spotted wt the foot of a gnat. Their maister to offende they are nothing afearde. What now? A lousy haire from your masterships beard. And sir for Nurses sake pardon this one offence. We shall not after this shew the like negligence. I pardon you this once, and come sing nere the wurse. How like you the goodnesse of this gentleman nurse? God saue his maistership that so can his men forgeue, And I wyll heare them sing ere I go, by his leaue. Mary and thou shalt wenche, come we two will daunce. Nay I will by myne owne selfe foote the song perchaunce. Go to it sirs lustily. Pipe vp a mery note, Let me heare it playde, I will foote it for a grote. Now nurse take thys same letter here to thy mistresse. And as my trust is in thee plie my businesse. It shalbe done. Who made it? I wrote it ech whit Thē nedes it no mēding. No, no. No I know your wit. I warrant it wel. It shal be deliuered. But if ye speede, shall I be considered? Whough, dost thou doubt of that? What shal I haue? An hundred times more than thou canst deuise to craue. Shall I haue some newe geare? for my olde is all spent. The worst kitchen wench shall goe in ladies rayment. Yea? And the worst drudge in the house shal go better Thā your mistresse doth now. The I trudge wt your letter. Now may I repose me: Cnce is mine owne. Let vs sing and play toward it may be knowne. But are you sure, that your is well enough? I wrote it myselfe. Then sing we to dinner. WHo tooke thée thys letter Margerie Mumblecrust? A lustie gay bacheler tooke it me of trust, And if ye séeke to him he will lowe your doing. Yea, but where learned he that manner of ? If to sue to hym, you will any paines take, He will haue you to his wife (he sayth) for my sake. Some wise gentleman belike. I am bespoken: And I thought verily thys had bene some token From my dere spouse Gawin Goodluck, whom when him please God luckily sende home to both our heartes ease. A ioyly man it is I wote well by report, And would haue you to him for marriage ret: Best open the writing, and sée what it doth speake. At thys time nourse I will neither reade ne breake. He promised to giue you a whole pecke of golde. Perchaunce lacke of a pyrite when it shall be all tolde. I would take a gay riche husbande, and I were you.