Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Say these faggots man upon thy shoulder And carry this wood from street to street: To cell the same, that we both together, Our living may get, as is most meet. Hence Idiot hence, without more delay What meanest thou thus, to stagger and stay? O Lord what how miserable men be those Which to their wives as wretches be wedded And have them continually their mort all foes Serving them thus, as Slaves that he hired. Now by experience true I do find, Which oftentimes unto me heretofore My father did say, declaring his mind That in matrimony was pain evermore, What shall I do most pitiful Creature? just cause I have alas to lament: That frantic woman my death will procure If so he this day without gain be spent For unless for my wood some Money be taken Like a dog, with a Cudgel I shallbe beaten. Ho thou good fellow which standest so nigh Of these heavy bundelles ease my sore back: And somewhat therefore give me by and by Or else I die, for Silver I do lack. Now that I have some Money received For this my burden home I will go: And jest that my wife be discontented, What I have take, I will her show. Wyfe I am come, I went a long way And here is the profit, and gains of this day. Why thou lout, thou fool, thou whoreson folte, Is this thy wood money, thou peevish Dolt? Thou shalt smart for this gear, I make God a vow Thou knowest no more to cell wood, then doth the sow By God's precious I will not unwisely suffes To do as I have done, any longer. Why dost thou rise against me Villain? Take heed I scrache not out thy eyes twain. Scratch and thou dare, for I have a knife, Perchance I will rid the of thy life. Slay me with thy knife, thou shitten Dastard? Dost thou think to find me such a Dissarde? By Cox bones I will make thy skin to rattle, And the brains in thy Soull more deeply to sattell. Good wife be content, forgive my this fault I will never again do that which is nought. Go to foolish Calf, go to, and upryse, And put up thy knife, I the advise. I will do your commandments whatsoever. Hence away then, and fill this with water. O merciful God, in what lamentable state Is he, of whom the wife is the master? Would God I had been predestinate, On my Marriage day, to have died with a Fever. O wretched creature, what may I do? My grievous wife shall I return unto? Lo wife behold without further delay The water ye sent for, here I do bring. What I said what meaneth this weeping? What aileth the to make all this crying?
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¶ Laye theſe Faggottes man vpon thy ſhoulder And carye thys wood from ſtreete to ſtrete: To ſell the ſame, that we both togyther, Our lyuynge may get, as is moſt mete. Hence Nidiot hence, without more delaye What meaneſt thou thus, to ſtagger and ſtaye? ¶ O Lorde what howe myſerable men be thoſe Whiche to their wyfes as wretches be wedded And haue them conty nually their mort all foes Seruynge them thus, as Slaues that he hyred. Nowe by experience true I do fynde, Whiche oftentymes vnto me heretofore My father dyd ſaye, declarynge his mynde That in Matrymonie was payne euermore, What ſhall I do moſt pityfull Creature? Iuſte cauſe I haue alas to lament: That franticke woman my death wyll procure If ſo he this daye without gayne be ſpent For vnleſſe for my wood ſom Money be taken Lyke a dogge, with a Cudgell I ſhalbe beaten. Ho thou good felowe which ſtandeſt ſo nye Of theſe heauy bundelles eaſe my ſore backe: And ſomewhat therfore gyue me by and by Or els I dye, for Syluer I do lacke. Nowe that I haue ſome Monye receyued For this my burden home I wyll go: And leſt that my wyfe be diſcontented, What I haue take, I wyll her ſhowe. Wyfe I am come, I went a longe waye And here is the profyte, and gaynes of this daye. ¶ Why thou Lowte, thou foole, thou horſon folte, Is this thy wood money, thou peuiſſhe Dolte? Thou ſhalt ſmart for this geare, I make God a vowe Thou knoweſt no more to ſell wood, then doth the ſowe ¶ By Goddes precious I wyll not vnwyſely ſuffes To do as I haue done, any longer. ¶ Why doeſt thou ryſe againſt me Villayne? Take hede I ſcrache not out thy eyes twayne. ¶ Scratche and thou dare, for I haue a knyfe, Perchaunce I wyll ryd the of thy lyfe. ¶ Slaye me with thy knyfe, thou ſhytten Daſtarde? Doeſt thou thinke to fynde me ſuche a Diſſarde? By Coxe bones I wyll make thy ſkyn to rattell, And the braynes in thy Sull more depely to ſattell. ¶ Good wyfe be content, forgeue my this faulte I wyll neuer agayne do that which is naught. ¶ Go to foolyſſhe Calfe, go to, and vpryſe, And put vp thy knyfe, I the aduiſe. ¶ I wyll do your cōmaun dementes whatſoeuer. ¶ Hence awaye then, and fyll this with water. O mercyfull God, in what lamentable ſtate Is he, of whom the wyfe is the mayſter? Wolde God I had bene predeſtinate, On my Maryage daye, to haue dyed wyth a Feuer. O wretched creature, what maye I do? My grieuous wyfe ſhall I returne vnto? Lo wyfe beholde without further delaye The water ye ſent for, here I do brynge. ¶ What I ſay what meaneth this weepynge? What ayleth the to make all this cryinge?