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{"content": "The author.\nThus, having great delight\nTo hear them speak so wisely,\nI rose from my bed without delay\nAnd made myself ready hastily.\nGood will went forth willingly\nTo light a candle at my request\nWhich, as she went, sang so sweetly\nThat her voice gave me pleasure.\nI took my necessary clothes on\nAnd made myself ready at their request\nDesiring to do good willingly\nTo bear the candle brought great pleasure\nThen good will went next in fair array\nAnd I followed right behind\nIndeed, it was a pleasant sight\nTo see such a meek company together\nI had not such sorrow all night\nAs I had then my joy and melody.\nGood will.\nGo quickly, you must bestow your time\nIn other ways than you have done\nLet go of labor for no crime\nLetting your deeds continue to sound\nAnd as for me, I abandon myself.\nWith my husband on the way to this castle and noble mansion,\nWhere riches without discord reside.\nWho else beguiles himself, riches ill-gotten comes to ill end,\nIn this castle falsehood conceives,\nGood heart. Good will. Lust to do good.\nThe castle of labor.\nThen we entered the way\nOf great pain called diligence,\nI went on without resting,\nThere I found no resistance,\nThese three were ever in my presence,\nFor the way was unknown to me,\nI hastened myself under their defense,\nSo that I might be there the sooner.\nThus we went forth a little while,\nOf the way I was ignorant,\nMy three companions did smile,\nOn me beholding with glad countenance,\nThen I saw this castle fair and pleasant.", "creation_year": 1512, "creation_year_earliest": 1512, "creation_year_latest": 1512, "source_dataset": "EEBO", "source_dataset_detailed": "EEBO_Phase2"},
{"content": "\"Mary, here he comes, I have seen him. No more words, stand thou aside. It is he plainly. My friends, where have you gone all day? Mary, sir, I came here to ask, where have these people been? And yet they have not come. So help me God and the holy dome, I have much marvel that they tarry. Mary, go thy way & know where they will. ye god a vow shall I make. Mary, so I say. Yet in that point it seems to me, you do not agreeing to your degree. I pray tell me why. Mary, it would be well for them I now, to be here beforehand and to wait upon you, And not you to tarry. For their laziness and abide here, as it were one that is led by the ear. For that I defy. By this means, you should be their drudge. I tell you truly, And yet the worst that grieves me, Is that your adversary should see you in such a folly. Therefore withdraw you for a season. By St. John, thou sayest but reason. You do so hardly. And when the time draws upon.\"\nThat they all be present and ready. Then I will come directly. It is hardly a matter, but one thing I request: remember this when I am gone. If lucres comes first alone, let her join me immediately. Regardless of how you act, try to sense her inclination towards me and, by all means possible, bring her to me. Then some may object, for otherwise she will not believe me that I came from you. Mary, who is wisely spoken, command me to her by the same token. She knows it well I now. As we walked on, in her garden here and there, a strange case occurred. At the last, we saw an aberrant bird sitting on a hollow tree, an ash I believe. She begged me to try and start the bird on its way. And did you do so / alas, alas. Why do you say so, the devil? By St. Bonis, it was a cockatoo. And men say among themselves, he who throws a stone at such a bird is like it. What does the devil care, I therefore. Here is what I say to you evermore.\nAnd mark your errand well, Sir I had no stone to throw, and therefore she took me her must ball, And thus it befell, I kissed it as straight as any pole, So that it lighted even in the hole, Of the hollow ash. Now can you remember all this? By God, I would be loath to do amiss, For a time I am full rash, you say that you kissed it even in the hole, Of the hollow ash as straight as a pole, Did you not say so? Yes. cor. B, Well then let me alone, As for this errand, it shall be done, As soon as you be gone, Farewell then I leave here. And remember well all this gear. Howsoever thou do, Et exeat cornu. Yes, hardly this errand shall be spoken of, But how say you, Sirs, by this token, Is it not a quaint thing? I went he had been a said man, But I see well he is made man, In this message doing, But what. chose he for me? I am but as a messenger, perde. The blame shall not be mine but his, For I will his token report, whether she takes it in earnest or sport, His hard blood, nay, nay, yet since he first saw you.", "creation_year": 1512, "creation_year_earliest": 1512, "creation_year_latest": 1512, "source_dataset": "EEBO", "source_dataset_detailed": "EEBO_Phase2"}
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