Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
In God's name. What master Gavin Goodluck well met And from your long voyage I bid you right welcome home. I thank you. I come to you from an honest mome. Who is that? Roister Doister that doughty kite. Fie, I can scarce abide ye should his name recite. Ye must take him to favour, and pardon all past, He heareth of your return, and is full ill aghast. I am right well content he have with us some cheer. Fie upon him beast, then will not I be there. Why Custance do ye hate him more than ye love me? But for your mind sir, where he were would I not be? He would make us all laugh. Ye near had better sport. I pray you sweet Custance▪ let him to us resort. To your will I assent. Why, such a fool it is, As no man for good pastime would forego or miss. Fet him to go with us. He will be a glad man. We must to make us mirth, maintain him all we can. And lo yond he cometh and Merrygreek with him. At his first entrance ye shall see I will him trim. But first let us hearken the gentleman's wise talk. I pray you mark if ever ye saw crane so stalk. MAy I then be bold? I warrant you on my word, They say they shall be sick, but ye be at their board. They were not angry then. Yes at first, & made strange But when I said your anger to favour should change, And therewith had commended you accordingly, They were all in love with your maship by and by. And cried you mercy that they had done you wrong. For why, no man, woman, nor child can hate me long. We fear (quoth they) he will be avenged one day, Then for a penny give all our lives we may. Said they so in deed. Did they? yea, even with one voice He will forgive all (quoth I) Oh how they did rejoice. Ha, ha, ha. Go fette him (say they) while he is in good mood, For have his anger who lust, we will not by the Rood. I pray God that it be all true, that thou hast me told, And that she fight no more. I warrant you, be bold. Too them, and salute them. Sirs, I greet you all well. Your mastership is welcome. Saving my quarrel. For sure I will put you up into the exchequer. Why so? better nay: Wherefore? For an usurer. I am no usurer good mistress by his arms. When took he gain of money to any man's harms? Yes, a foul usurer he is, ye shall see else. Didst not thou promise she would pick no more quarrels? He will lend no blows, but he have in recompense fifteen for one, which is to much of conscience. Ah dame, by the ancient law of arms, a man Hath no honour to foil his hands on a woman.
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In Gods name. What master Gawin Goodluck wel met And from your long voyage I bid you right welcome home. I thanke you. I come to you from an honest mome. Who is that? Roister Doister that doughtie kite. Fye, I can scarce abid ye shoulde his name recite. Ye must take him to fauour, and pardon all past, He heareth of your returne, and is full yll agas. I am ryght well content he haue with vs some chere. Fye vpon him beast, then wyll not I be there. Why Custance doe ye hate hym more than ye loue me? But for your mynde sir, where he were would I not be? He woulde make vs al laugh. Ye nere had better sport. I pray you swéete Custance▪ let him to vs resort. To your will I assent. Why, suche a foole it is, As no man for good pastime would forgoe or misse. Fet him to go wyth vs. He will be a glad man. We must to make vs mirth, maintaie hym all we can. And loe yond he commeth and Merygréeke with him. At his first entrance ye shall see I wyll him trim. But first let vs hearken the gentlemans wise talke. I pray you marke if euer ye sawe crane so stalke. MAy I then be bolde? I warrant you on my worde, They say they shall be sicke, but ye be at theyr borde. Thei wer not angry then. Yes at first, & made strāge But when I sayd your anger to fauour shoulde change, And therewith had commended you accordingly, They were all in loue with your mashyp by and by. And cried you mercy that they had done you wrong. For why, no man, woman, nor childe can hate me long. We feare (quod they) he will be auenged one day, Then for a peny giue all our liues we may. Sayd they so in deede. Did they? yea, euen with one voice He will forgiue all (quod I) Oh how they did reioyce. Ha, ha, ha. Goe fette hym (say they) while he is in good moode, For haue his anger who lust, we will not by the Roode. I pray God that it be all true, that thou hast me tolde, And that she fight no more. I warrant you, be bolde. Too them, and salute them. Sirs, I gréete you all well. Your maistership is welcom. Sauyng my quarell. For sure I will put you vp into the Eschequer. Why so? better nay: Wherfore? For an vsurer. I am no vsurer good mistresse by his armes. When tooke he gaine of money to any mans harmes? Yes, a fowle vsurer he is, ye shall sée els. Diost not thou promise she would picke no mo quarels? He will lende no lowes, but he haue in recompence Fiftene for one, whiche is to muche of conscience. Ah dame, by the auncient lawe of armes, a man Hath no honour to foile his handes on a woman.