Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
And of a ring and token. That Suresby I spied, did more than half suspect, That I my faith to Gavin Goodluck did reject. But there was no such matter dame Custance in deed? If ever my head thought it, God send me ill speed. Wherefore I beseech you, with me to be a witness, That in all my life I never intended thing less, And what a brainsick fool Ralph Roister Doister is, yourself know well enough. Ye say full true iwis. Because to be his wife I ne grant nor apply, Hither will he come he sweareth by and by, To kill both me and mine, and beat down my house flat. Therefore I pray your aid. I warrant you that. Have I so many years lived a sober life, And showed myself honest, maid, widow, and wife, And now to be abused in such a vile sort, Ye see how poor Widows live all void of comfort. I warrant him do you no harm nor wrong at all. No, but Mathew Merrygreek doth me most appall, That he would join himself with such a wretched lout. He doth it for a jest I know him out of doubt, And here cometh Merrygreek. Then shall we here his mind. CUstance and Trusty both, I do you here well find. Ah Mathew Merrygreek, ye have used me well. Now for altogether ye must your answer tell. Will ye have this man, woman? or else will ye not? Else will be come never bore so brim nor tossed so hot. But why join ye with him. For mirth? or else in sadness The more fond of you both hardly the matter guess. Lo how say ye dame? Why do ye think dame Custance That in this wooing I have meant aught but pastance? Much things ye spoke I wot, to maintain his dotage. But well might ye judge I spoke it all in mockage, For why? Is Roister Doister a fit husband for you? I dare say ye never thought it. No to God I vow. And did not I know afore of the insurance Between Gavin Goodluck, and Christian Custance? And did not I for the nonce, by my conveyance, Read his letter in a wrong sense for dalliance? That if you could have take it up at the first bound, We should thereat such a sport and pastime have found, That all the whole town should have been the merrier. Ill ache your heads both, I was never wearier, Nor never more verte since the first day I was borne. But very well I wist he here did all in scorn. But I feared thereof to take dishonesty. This should both have made sport, and showed your honesty And Goodluck I dare swear, your wit therein would low. Yea, being no worse than we know it to be now. And nothing yet to late, for when I come to him, Hither will he repair with a sheeps look full grim, force and violence to drive you to yield.
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And of a ring and token. That Suresby I spied, dyd more than halfe suspect, That I my faith to Gawyn Goodlucke dyd reiect. But there was no such matter dame Custance in déede? If euer my head thought it, God sende me yll spéede. Wherfore I beséech you, with me to be a witnesse, That in all my lyfe I neuer intended thing lesse, And what a brainsicke foole Ralph Roister Doister is, Your selfe know well enough. Ye say full true ywis. Bicause to bée his wife I ne graunt nor apply, Hither will he com he sweareth by and by, To kill both me and myne, and beate downe my house flat. Therfore I pray your aide. I warrant you that. Haue I so many yeres liued a sobre life, And shewed my selfe honest, mayde, widowe, and wyfe, And nowe to be abused in such a vile sorte, Ye sée howe poore Widowes lyue all voyde of comfort. I warrant hym do you no harme nor wrong at all. No, but Mathew Merygréeke doth me most appall, That he woulde ioyne hym selfe with suche a wretched loute. He doth it for a iest I knowe hym out of doubte, And here cometh Merygreke. Then shal we here his mind. CUstance and Trustie both, I doe you here well fnde. Ah Mathew Merygréeke, ye haue vsed me well. Nowe for altogether ye must your answere tell. Will ye haue this man, woman? or else will ye not? Else will be come neuer bore so brymme nor tost so hot. But why ioyn ye with him. For mirth? or else in sadnesse The more fond of you both hardly y• mater gesse. Lo how say ye dame? Why do ye thinke dame Custāc That in this wowyng I haue ment ought but pastance? Much things ye spake I wote, to maintaine his dotage. But well might ye iudge I spake it all in mockage, For why? Is Roister Doister a fitte husbande for you? I dare say ye neuer thought it. No to God I vow. And dyd not I knowe afore of the insurance Betwéene Gawyn Goodlucke, and Christian Custance? And dyd not I for the nonce, by my conueyance, Reade his letter in a wrong sense for daiance? That if you coulde haue take it vp at the first bounde, We should therat such a sporte and pastime haue founde, That all the whole towne should haue ben the merier. Ill ake your heades bothe, I was neuer werier, Nor neuer more verte since the first day I was borne. But very well I wist he here did all in scorne. But I feared therof to take dishonestie. This should both haue made sport, and shewed your honestie And Goodlucke I dare sweare, your witte therin would low. Yea, being no worse than we know it to be now. And nothing yet to late, for when I come to him, Hither wil he repaire with a shéepes looke full grim, force and violence to driue you to ylde.