Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I dote so, that I make but one sleep all the night. But what need all these words? Oh Iesus, will ye see What dissembling creatures these same women be? The gentleman ye wot of, whom ye do so love, That ye would fain marry him, if ye durst it move, Among other rich widows, which are of him glad, Lest ye for losing of him perchance might run mad, Is now contented that upon your suit making, Ye be as one in election of taking. What a tale is this? that I wot of? whom I love? Yea and he is as loving a worm again as a dove. e'en of very pity he is willing you to take, Because ye shall not destroy yourself for his sake. Mary God yelde his mashyp what euer he b, It is gentmanly spoken. Is it not trow ye? If ye have the grace now to offer yourself, ye speed. As much as though I did, this time it shall not need, But what gentman is it, I pray you tell me plain, That wooeth so finely? Lo where ye be again, As though ye knew him not. Tush ye speak in jest. Nay sure, the party is in good knacking earnest▪ And have you he will (he sayth) and have you he must. I am promised during my life, that is just. marry so thinketh he, unto him alone. No creature hath my faith and troth but one, That is Gavin Goodluck: and if it be not he, He hath no title this way whatever he be, Nor I know none to whom I have such word spoken. Ye know him not 〈◊〉 by his letter and token. In deed true it is, that a letter I have, But I never read it yet as God me save. Ye a woman? and your letter so long unread. Ye may there by know what haste I have to wed. But now who it is, for my hand I know by guess. Ah well I say. It is Roister Doister doubtless. Will ye never leave this dissimulation? Ye know him not. But by imagination, For no man there is but a very dolt and louted That to woo a Widow would so go about. He shall never have me his wife while he do live. Then will he have you if he may, so mote I thrive, And he biddeth you send him word by me, That ye humbly beseech him, ye may his wife be, And that there shall be no let in you nor mistrust, But to be wedded on sunday next if he lust, And biddeth you to look for him. Doth he byd s? When he cometh, ask him whether he did or no? go say, that I bid him keep him warm at home For if he come abroad, he shall cough me a mome. My mind was vexed, I shrew his head sottish dolt.
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I dote so, that I make but one sléepe all the night. But what néede all these wordes? Oh Iesus, will ye sée What dissemblyng creatures these same women be? The gentleman ye wote of, whome ye doe so loue, That ye woulde fayne marrie him, yf ye durst it mou, Emong other riche widowes, which are of him glad, Lest ye for lesing of him perchaunce might runne mad, Is nowe contented that vpon your sute making, Ye be as one in election of taking. What a tale is this? that I wote of? whome I loue? Yea and he is as louing a worme againe as a doue. Een of very pitie he is willyng you to take, Bicause ye shall not destroy your selfe for his sake. Mary God yelde his mashyp what euer he b, It is gentmanly spoken. Is it not trowe ye? If ye haue the grace now to offer your self, ye spéede. As muche as though I did, this time it shall not néede, But what gentman is it, I pray you tell me plaine, That woweth so finely? Lo where ye be againe, As though ye knewe him not. Tush ye spake in iest. Nay sure, the partie is in good knacking earnest▪ And haue you he will (he sayth) and haue you he must. I am promised duryng my life, that is iust. Mary so thinketh he, vnto him alone. No creature hath my faith and trouth but one, That is Gawin Goodlucke: and if it be not hée, He hath no title this way what euer he be, Nor I know none to whome I haue such worde spoken. Ye knowe him not by his letter and token. In dede true it is, that a letter I haue, But I neuer reade it yet as God me saue. Ye a woman? and your letter so long vnredde. Ye may ther by know what hast I aue to wedde. But now who it is, for my hande I knowe by gesse. Ah well I say. It is Roster Doister doubtlesse. Will ye neuer leaue this dissimulation? Ye know hym not. But by imagination, For no man there is but a very dolt and lute That to wowe a Wowe woulde so go about. He shall neuer haue me hys wife while he doe liue. Then will he haue you if he may, so mote I thriue, And he biddeth you sende him worde by me, That ye humbly beseech him, ye may his wife be, And that there shall be no let in you nor strust, But to be wedded on sunday next if he lust, And biddeth you to looke for him. Doth he byd s? When he commeth, aske hym whether he did or no? Go say, that I bid him kéepe him warme at home For if he come abroade, he shall cough me a mome. My mynde was vexed, I shrew his head sottish dolt.