Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Trowest thou so? Ye plain. How may I revive being now so far passed? I will rub your temples, and fette you again at last. It will not be possible. Yes for twenty pound. arms what dost thou? Fet you again out of your swoon By this cross ye were nigh gone in deed, I might feel Your soul departing within an inch of your heel. Now follow my counsel. What is it? If I were you, Custance should eft seek to me, ere I would bow. Well, as thou wilt have me, even so will I do. Then shall ye revive again for an hour or two. As thou wilt I am content for a little space. Good hap is not hasty: yet in space cometh grace, To speak with Custance yourself should be very well, What good thereof may come, nor I, nor you can tell. But now the matter standeth upon your marriage, Ye must now take unto you a lusty courage. Ye may not speak with a faint heart to Custance, But with a lusty breast and countenance, That she may know she hath to answer to a man. Yes I can do that as well as any can. Then because ye must Custance face to face woo, Let us see how to behave yourself ye can do. Ye must have a portly brag after your estate. Tush, I can handle that after the best rate. Well done, so lo, up man with your head and chin, Up with that snout man: so lo, now ye begin, So, that is somewhat like, but pranky coat, nay when, That is a lusty brute, hands under your side man: So lo, now is it even as it should be, That is somewhat like, for a man of your degree. Then must ye stately go, jetting up and down, Tut, can ye no better shake the tail of your gown? There lo, such a lusty brag it is ye must make. To come behind, and make curtsy▪ thou must some pains take. Else were I much to blame, I thank your mastership The lord one day all to begrime you with worship, Back sir sauce, let gentlefolks have elbow room, Void sirs, see ye not master Roister Doister come? Make place my masters. Thou justlest now to nigh. Back all rude louts. Tush. I cry your maship mercy Hoighdagh. if fair fine mistress Custance saw you now, Ralph Roister Doister were her own I warrant you. Near an M by your girdle? Your good mastership's mastership, were her own mistress-ship mistress-ships, Ye were take up for hawks, ye were gone, ye were gone, But now one other thing more yet I think upon. Show what it is. A wooer be he never so poor Must play and sing before his bestbeloved's door, How much more than you? Thou speakest well out of doubt. And perchance that would make her the sooner come out.
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Trowest thou so? Ye plain. How may I reuiue being nowe so farre past? I will rubbe your temples, and fette you againe at last. It will not be possible. Yes for twentie pounde. Armes what dost thou? Fet you again out of your soūd By this crosse ye were nigh gone in déede, I might féele Your soule departing within an inche of your héele. Now folow my counsell. What is it? If I wer you, Custance should eft séeke to me, ere I woulde bowe. Well, as thou wilt haue me, euen so will I doe. Then shall ye reuiue againe for an houre or two. As thou wilt I am content for a little space. Good happe is not hastie: yet in space comth grace, To speake with Custance your selfe shoulde be very well, What good therof may come, nor I, nor you can tell. But now the matter standeth vpon your mariage, Ye must now take vnto you a lustie courage. Ye may not speake with a faint heart to Custance, But with a lusty breast and countenance, That she may knowe she hath to answere to a man. Yes I can do that as well as any can. Then bicause ye must Custance face to face wowe, Let vs sée how to behaue your selfe ye can doe. Ye must haue a portely bragge after your estate. Tushe, I can handle that after the best rate. Well done, so loe, vp man with your head and chin, Up with that snoute man: so loe, nowe ye begin, So, that is somewhat like, but prankie cote, nay whan, That is a lustie brute, handes vnder your side man: So loe, now is it euen as it shoulde bée, That is somewhat like, for a man of your degrée. Then must ye stately goe, ietting vp and downe, Tut, can ye no better shake the taile of your gowne? There loe, suche a lustie bragge it is ye must make. To come behind, and make curtsie▪ thou mst som pais take. Else were I much to blame, I thnke your mastrshyp The lorde one day all to begrime you with worshyp, Backe sir sauce, let gentlefolkes haue elowe roome, Uoyde sirs, sée ye not maister Roister Doister come? Make place my maisters. Thou iustlest nowe to nigh. Back al rude loutes. Tush. I crie your maship mercy Hoighdagh. if faire fine mistresse Custance sawe you now, Ralph Royster Doister were hir owne I warrant you. Neare an M by your girdle? Your good mastershyps Maistershyp, were hir owne Mistreshyps mistreshyps, Ye were take vp for haukes, ye were gone, ye were gone, But now one other thing more yet I thinke vpon. Shewe what it is. A wower be he neuer so poore Must play and sing before his bestbeloues doore, How much more than you? Thou speakest wel out of dout. And perchaunce that woulde make hir the sooner come out.