Anonymous · published 1570 · first performed or written 1568 [before 1569] (Annals) moral · Children of Paul's (first)(?) unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I had even as leaf ye bade me hang myself, Leave him: no no I would you all knew, You be but loiterers to him, my Will tells me true, I conld be content with a week, yea a month or twain, But 3. or 4. years, marry that were a pain, So long to keep me, and lie like a hog. A life withal my heart I would not wish a dog. Will a week serve. No. A month. Neyther● No. Not so. Not nor so many more. Then farewell all for as I hope to thrive, I will prove him or I sleep, if I be alive, And if ye be mine and good fellows all three, Go thither, out of hand and take your chance with me. For my part, I know I can do you no good. You are a proper man of your hands by the Rood, Yet welfare him that never his master forsaketh. What sayst thou Study. My head acheth. Out upon the coward: speak Diligence, Against Instructions mind, I am loath to go hence, Yet I will make one, rather than you should lack. Perhaps we may find them at this time in bed. So much the rather look you to be sped, Care for no more, but once to come within her, And when you have done: then let another win her. To come within her child, what meanest thou by that. One mass for a penny, you know what is what. Hard you ever such a counsel of such a Iacke sprat. Why sir do ye think to do any good, If ye stand in a corner like Roben hood, Nay you must stout it, and face it out with the best. Set on a good countenance, make the most of the jest, Who soever skip in, look to your part, And while you live beware of a false heart. Both blame and shame, rash boldness doth breed. You must adventure both, spare to speak, spare to speed, What tell you me of shame, it is shame to steal a horse. Moore haste then good speed, makes many fare the worse. But he that takes not such time while he may, Shall leap at a whyting when time is a way. But he that leaps before he look, good son, May leap in the mire, and miss when he hath done. Me think I hear the voice of Will, Wites boy. I see her come, her sorrow and my joy, My salve, and yet my sore, my comfort, and my care, The causer of my wound, and yet the will of my welfare: O happy wight, that have the saint of your request, O hoples' hope that holdeth me from the which likes me best, Twixte hope and fear I stand, to mar or else to make, This day to be relieved quit, or else my death wound to take.
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I had euen as leafe ye bad me hange my selfe, Leaue him: no no I would you all knewe, You be but loyterers to him, my Will telles me true, I conld be cōtent with a weke, yea a month or twaine, But 3. or 4. yeares, mary that were a payne, So longe to kepe me, and lye like a hogge. A life wythall my hart I would not wyshe a dogge. Wyll a weke serue. Noo. A monthe. Neyther Noo. Not so. No nor so many moe. Then farewell all for as I hope to thriue, I wyll proue him or I sleape, if I be aliue, And if ye be mine and good fellowes all thrée, Goe thyther, out of hand and take your chaunce wyth mee. For my part, I know I can do you no good. You are a proper man of your handes by the Roode, Yet welfare hym that neuer his maister forsaketh. What sayst thou Studie. My head aketh. Out vpon the coward: speake Diligence, Agaynst Instructions mynd, I am lothe to go hence, Yet I will make one, rather then you should lacke. Perhappes we may fynd them at this time in bedde. So much the rather loke you to be sped, Care for no more, but once to come within her, And when you haue done: then let another win her. To come within her child, what meanst thou by that. One masse for a penye, you know what is what. Hard you euer such a counsell of such a Iacke sprot. Why sir do ye thinke to doe any good, If ye stande in a corner like Roben hood, Nay you must stoute it, and face it out with the best. Set on a good countenaūce, make the most of the lest, Who soeuer skippe in, loke to your part, And whyle you liue beware of a false hart. Both blame and shame, rashe boldnes doth breede. You must aduenture both, spare to speake, spare to speede, What tell you me of shame, it is shame to steale a horse. More hast then good speede, makes many fare the worse. But he that takes not such time while he maye, Shal leape at a whyting when time is a waye. But he that leapes before he loke, good sonne, Maye leape in the myre, and mysse when he hath done. Me thinke I heare the voyce of Will, VVites boye. I sée her come, her sorow and my Ioye, My salue, and yet my sore, my comfort, and my care, The causer of my wound, and yet the wil of my welfare: O happye wight, that haue the saynte of your request, O hoples hope that holdeth me frō ye which likes me best, Twixte hope and feare I stande, to marre or els to make, This day to be reliued quit, or els my death woūd to take.