Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
I for my part will never leave running until that I come to the Sign of the Whiting. WHere is my sweating, whom I do seek He promised me to have met me here Till I speak with him, I think it a week For he is my joy, he is my cheer. There is no night, there is no day But that my thoughts be all of him I have no delight if he be away, Such toys in my head do everswym. But behold at the last, where he doth come For whom my heart desired long, Now shall I know all a● some, or else I would say, I had great wrong My darling, my Conye, my Bird so bright of blee, Sweet heart I say, all hail to thee How do our Loves, be they fast a sleep Or the old lynelynes, do to they still keep? Do ye ask and my Love be fast a sleep? O if a woman may utter her mind, My love had almost made me to weep Because that even now I did not you find I thought it surely a whole hundred year, Till in this place I saw you here. Alack, alack, I am sorry for this, I had such business I might not come But ye may perceive what my wit is, How small regard I have and wisdom. Whereas ye ask me concerning my love I well assure you, it doth daily augment: Nothing can make me start or move You only to love is mine intent. And as for my love doth never relent, For of you I do dream, of you I do think: To dinner and supper, I never went, But of Beer and Wine to you I did drink. Now of such thynhes therefore to make an end Which pitiful lovees do cruelly torment, To Marriage in God's name, let us descend As unto this hour we have been bent. Your will to accomplish I am as ready, As any woman, believe me truly. This Ring than I gyne you as a token sure, Whereby our love shall always endure. With a pure pretence your pledge I take gladly For a Sign of our love, faith and fidelity. Now I am safe, now I am glad, Now I do live, now I do ra●g●●● Me thought till now I was to sad, Wherefore sadness fly hence again. I way with those words which my father brought out A way with his saigenes and exhortation He could not make me his fool or his lout, And put me vesydes this delectation. Did he judge that I would go to the School, And might my time spend after this sort▪ I am not his Calse, nor yet his fool, This Virgin I kiss, is my comfort. Well than I pray you let us be married For me think from it we have long tarried.
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¶ I for my parte wyll neuer leaue runnynge Untyll that I come to the Signe of the Whitynge. WHere is my ſweetynge, whom I do ſeeke He promyſed me to haue mette me here Tyll I ſpeake with him, I thinke it a weeke For he is my Ioye, he is my chere. There is no night, there is no daye But that my thoughtes be all of hym I haue no delyght if he be awaye, Such toyes in my heade do euerſwym. But beholde at the laſt, where he doth come For whom my harte deſyred longe, Now ſhall I know all a ſome, Orels I woulde ſaye, I had great wronge ¶ My darlynge, my Coye, my Byrde ſo bryght of blee, Sweete hart I ſaye, all haylee to thee How do our Loues, be they faſt a ſleepe Or the olde lynelynes, do to they ſtyll keepe? ¶ Do ye aſke and my Loue be faſt a ſleepe? O if a womon maye vtter her mynde, My loue had almoſt made me to weepe Bycauſe that euen now I dyd not you fynde I thought it ſurely a whole hundred yere, Tyll in this place I ſawe you here. ¶ Alacke, alacke, I am ſorye for this, I had ſuch buſines I myght not come But ye maye perceyue what my wyt is, How ſmall regarde I haue and wiſdome. ¶ Wheras ye aſke me concernynge my loue I well aſſure you, it doth dayly augment: Nothynge can make me ſtarte or moue You onely to loue is myne intent. ¶ And as for my loue doth neuer relente, For of you I do dreame, of you I do thynke: To dyner and ſupper, I neuer went, But of Beere and Wyne to you I dyd drinke. Now of ſuch thynhes therfore to make an ende Which pytyfull louees do cruelly orment, To Maryage in Goddes name, let vs diſcende As vnto this houre we haue bene bente. ¶ Your wyll to accomplyſſhe I am as redye, As any woman, beleue me truelye. ¶ This Rynge then I gyne you as a token ſure, Wherby our loue ſhall alwayes endure. ¶ With a pure pretence your pledge I take gladly For a Signe of our loue, fayth and fydelytie. ¶ Nowe I am ſafe, nowe I am glad, Nowe I do lyue, nowe I do rag Me thought tyll now I was to ſad, Wherfore ſadnes flye hence agayne. I waye with thoſe words which my father brought out A waye with his ſaigenes and exhortacion He coulde not make me his foole or his lowte, And put me veſydes this delectacion. Dyd he iudge that I would go to the Schoole, And might my tyme ſpende after this ſorte▪ I am not his Calſe, nor yet his foole, This Uirgin I kyſſe, is my comforte. ¶ Well than I praye you let vs be maryed For me thynke from it we haue longe taryed.