Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Sweet mistress where as I love you nothing at all, Regarding your substance and richesse chief of all, For your parsonage, beauty, demeanour and wit, I commend me unto you never a whit. Sorry to hear report of your good welfare. For (as I hear say) such your conditions are, That ye be worthy favour of no living man, To be abhorred of every honest man. To be taken for a woman inclined to vice. Nothing at all to Virtue giving her due price. Wherefore concerning marriage, ye are thought Such a fine Paragon, as near honest man bought. And now by these presents I do you advertise That I am minded to marry you in no wise. For your goods and substance, I could be content To take you as ye are. If ye mind to be my wife, Ye shall be assured for the time of my life, I will keep ye right well, from good raiment and fare, Ye shall not be kept but in sorrow and care. Ye shall in no wise live at your own liberty, Do and say what ye lust, ye shall never please me, But when ye are merry, I will be all sad, When ye are sorry, I will be very glad. When ye seek your hearts ease, I will be unkind, At no time, in me shall ye much gentleness find. But all things contrary to your will and mind, Shall be done: otherwise I will not be behind To speak. And as for all them that would do you wrong I will so help and maintain, ye shall not live long. Nor any foolish dolt, shall cumber you but I. ay, who ere say nay, will stick by you till I die. Thus good mistress Custance, the lord you save and keep, From me Roister Doister, whether I wake or sleep. Who favoureth you no less, (ye may be bold) Than this letter purporteth, which ye have unfold. how by this letter of love? is it not fine? By the arms of Caleps it is none of mine. Fie you are foul to blame this is your own hand. Might not a woman be proud of such an husband? Ah that ye would in a letter show such despite. Oh I would I had him here, the which did it indite. Why ye made it yourself ye told me by this light. Yea I meant I wrote it mine own self yesternight. iwis sir, I would not have sent you such a mock. Ye may so take it, but I meant it not so by cock. Who can blame this woman to 〈◊〉 and fret and rage? Tut, tut, yourself now have marred your own marriage. Well, yet mistress Custance, if ye can this remit, This gentleman other wise may your love requite. No God be with you both, and ●●●ke no more to me. wow, she is gone for ever, I shall her no more see.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Swéete mistresse wher as I loue you nothing at all, Regarding your substane and richesse chiefe of all, For your personage, betie, deme anour and wit, I commende me vnto you neuer a whit. Sorie to heare report of your good welfare. For (as I heare say) suche your conditions are, That ye be worthie fauour of no liuing man, To be abhorred of euery honest man. To be taken for a woman enclined to vice. Nothing at all to Uertue gyuing hir due price. Wherfore concerning mariage, ye are thought Suche a fine Paragon, as nere honest man bought. And nowe by these presentes I do you aduertise That I am minded to marrie you in no wise. For your goodes and substance, I coulde bée content To take you as ye are. If ye mynde to bée my wyfe, Ye shall be assured for the tyme of my lyfe, I will kéepe ye ryght well, from good rayment and fare, Ye shall not be kepte but in sorowe and care. Ye shall in no wyse lyue at your owne libertie, Doe and say what ye lust, ye shall neuer please me, But when ye are mery, I will be all sadde, When ye are sory, I will be very gladde. When ye séeke your heartes ease, I will be vnkinde, At no tyme, in me shall ye muche gentlenesse finde. But all things contrary to your will and minde, Shall be done: otherwise I wyll not be behinde To speake. And as for all them that woulde do you wrong I will so helpe and mainteyne, ye shall not lyue long. Nor any foolishe dolte, shall cumbre you but I. I, who ere say nay, wyll sticke by you tyll I die. Thus good mistresse Custance, the lorde you saue and kepe, From me Raister Doister, whether I wake or slepe. Who fauoureth you lesse, (ye may be bolde) Than this letter purporteth, which ye haue vnfoe. Howe by this letter of loue? is it not fine? By the armes of Caleps it is none of myne. Fie you are fowle to blame this is your owne hand. Might not a woman be proude of such an husbande? Ah that ye would in a letter shew such despite. Oh I would I had hym here, the which did it endite. Why ye made it your selfe ye tolde me by this light. Yea I ment I wrote it myne owne selfe yesternight. Ywis sir, I would not haue ent you such a mocke. Ye may so take it, but I ment it not so by cocke. Who can blame this woman to and frette and rage? Tut, tut, your selfe nowe haue marde your owne marriage. Well, yet mistresse Custance, if ye can this remitte, This gentleman other wise may your loue requitte. No God be with you both, and ke no more to me. Wough, she is gone for euer, I shall hir no more sée.