Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
What a Murryn I say, what a noise dost thou make I think that thou be not well in the wyrtes I never hard man on this sort to take With such angry words, and hasty fits. Why dost thou remember, what is to be bought For the great Bridal against to morrow? The market must be in every place sought For all kind of meats, God guye the sorrow. What bamning? what cursing? Longtong is with the I made as much speed, as I could possibly, I wis thou mightest have tarried for me Until in all points I had been ready, I have for thee looked full often heretofore, And yet for all that said never the more. Well for this ones, I am with thee content So that hereafter thou make more haste, Or else I tell thee, thou wilt it repent, To loiter so long, till the Market be past. For there must be bought Byefe, Veal, and Mution, And that even such as is good and fat With Pig, Geese, conies and Capon, How sayest thou Blanch blab it out unto that? I can not tell Lontonge, what I should say Of such good cheer I am so glad: That if I would not eat all that day My belly to fill, I were very made. There must be also Fesaunte and Swanne There must be Heronse●er, Particle and Quayle, And therefore I must do, what I can, That of none of all these the Gentleman fail. I dare say he looks for many things more, To be prepared against to worn, Wherefore I say, hence let us go, My feet do stand upon a thorn. Nay good Long tongue, I pray the ones again To here yet of my mind, a word or twain. Come of them dispatch, and speak it quickly For what thynge it is, thou causest me ty. Of whence is this Gentleman, that to morrow is matried Where doth his father and his mother devil? Above forty miles be hath travailed As yester night his Servant did tell. In very deed, he comes a great way, With my Master he may not long abide, It hath cost him so much on costly array, That Money out of his purse apace doth slide. They say that his friends be rich and wealth And in the City of London have their dwelling, But yet of them all he hath no penny, To spends and bestow here at his weddynge. And if it be true that his Servant did say He hath utterly lost his friends good will Because he would not their counsel whey, And in his yvone Country tarry still. As for this woman, which he shall marye At Sainet Alban's always, hath spent her life I think she be a shrew, I tell thee plainly, And full of debate, malice and strife.
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¶ What a Murryn I ſay, what a noyſe doeſt thou make I thynke that thou be not well in the wyrtes I neuer harde man on this ſorte to take With ſuche angry wordes, and haſtie fyttes. ¶ Why doſt thou remembre, what is to be bought For the great Brydale agaynſt to morowe? The market muſt be in euery place ſought For all kynde of meates, God guye the ſorow. ¶ What bānyng? what curſynge? Longtong is with the I made as muche ſpede, as I coulde poſſyblye, I wys thou mighteſt haue taryed for me Vntill in all pointes I had ben redye, I haue for thee looked full oft heretofore, And yet for all that ſayde neuer the more. ¶ Well for this ones, I am with thee content So that hereafter thou make more haſt, Or els I tell thee, thou wylte it repent, To loyter ſo longe, tyll the Market be paſt. For there muſt be bought Byefe, Veale, and Mution, And that euen ſuch as is good and fat With Pigge, Geeſe, Conyes and Capon, Howe ſayeſt thou Blaunch blabbe it out vnto that? ¶ I can not tell Lontonge, what I ſhoulde ſaye Of ſuch good cheare I am ſo glad: That if I woulde not eate all that daye My bealy to fyll, I were verye made. There muſt be alſo Feſaunte and Swae There muſt be Heronſeer, Partice and Quayle, And therfore I muſt do, what I can, That of none of all theſe the Gentean fayle. I dae ſaye he lookes for many thinges moe, To be prepared againſt to worne, Wherfore I ſaye, hence let vs goe, My feete do ſtande vpon a thorne. ¶ Naye good Long tonge, I praye the ones agayne To here yet of m mynde, a worde or twayne. ¶ Come of them diſpache, and ſpeake it quicklye For what thynge it is, thou cauſeſt me ty. ¶ Of whence is this Gentelman, yt to morowe is matried Where doth his father and his mother dwell? A boue fourty myles be hath trauayled As yeſter nyght his Seruaunte dyd tell. ¶ In verye dede, he commes a great waye, With my Mayſter he maye not longe abyde, It hath coſt hym ſo muche on coſtly araye, That Money out of his purſe apaſe doth ſlyde. They ſaye that his frendes be ryche and wealthy And in the Cytie of London haue their dwellynge, But yet of them all he hath no peny, To ſpends and beſtowe here at his weddynge. And if it be true that his Seruaunte dyd ſaye He hath vtterly loſt his fryndes good wyll Bycauſe he wolde not their counſayle haye, And in his vone Countrey tarye ſtyll. As for this woman, which hee ſhall marye At Sainet Albones alwayes, hath ſpent her lyfe I thynke ſhe be a ſhrew, I tell thee playnely, And full of debate, malyce and ſtryfe.