Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
O Mistress! my Master and Mistress Abigail are coming up the street together. Thunder from heaven confound 'em, and the fire of Aetna consume their steps. Charitable M. Damasippus, get in here till I can shift 'em— so, 'tis well, Good Mistress Abigail, I was sure before he was not here. How now wife! at high Supper! and Wine! and junkets! and knacks! and all alone! this feast would have beseemed thy friends and Neighbours, the worshipful of the Parish, our fellow Magistrates: but I thank thee for't, I have a stomach now as sharp— as if I would eat for anger. I would not for a pound I were to beguile any one of his Supper tonight, Come sit Mistress Abigail. Mistress Frailware will you sit by your husband? No forsooth, my stomach does so wamble: when Supper was dressing methought I could eat such a deal; and now the sight of— the meat does so fill me: I pray Husband bring Mistress Abigal into my Chamber, I think I shall be very ill. By and by duck, we follow thee— so, sit as close to me now as mine Office, and here's a health in Canary to the formal Cuckold thy Husband. Fie M. Frailware that you'll have such a fearful word in your mouth. Hang him, he's a Goat, and thou hast, and shalt make him deserve it. I must confess he has a stinking breath indeed; & that I have traversed the paths of good-fellowship for your sake. ay, and wilt do still, though thy Husband heard thee say so. I and will do it though my husband heard me. Why now thou speak'st like a sister of the Lecture, and according to morality. Nay I have been forward enough to you M. Frailware, ever since my first marriage: for in good earnest I did marry M. Damasippus, only because I saw the philosopher's wives go with the first of the Parish, and so forth— but my heart— Let the City have it wench, and let my fine pure formal piece of Stoicity wear out six grogran Elbows with pleading moralities, and counterfeit railing against the sins of the flesh; spend all he can flatter from women to play the Epicure; and then make ragged Lectures and exercises in Cellars and Gravel Pits for a collection of seven pence, ere thou giv'st him so much as a good wish. Nay so he shall; for truly he is grown a very Pharaoh, a hard-hearted Myrmidon to me of late. A ficus for him whoreson Crab; he plays the Goat rampant abroad I hear. It e'en makes me many times wish him in his grave, that he might sleep and I were free. Thou art free now my sweet Ab: come, gi'me a threave of kisses— who would live tied to such a Bull of Bason. Will please you have any Music?
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O Miſtris! my Maſter and Miſtris Abigail are comming up the ſtreet together. Thunder from heaven confound 'hem, and the fire of Aetna conſume their ſteps. Charitable M. Damaſippus, get in here till I can ſhift 'hem—ſo, 'tis well, Good Miſtris Abigail, I was ſure before hee was not here. How now wife! at high Supper! and Wine! and Iunkets! and knacks! and all alone! this feaſt would have beſeem'd thy friends and Neighbours, the worſhipfull of the Pariſh, our fellow Magiſtrates: but I thanke thee for't, I have a ſtomacke now as ſharp—as if I would eate for anger. I would not for a pound I were to beguile any one of his Supper to night, Come ſit Miſtris Abigail. Miſtris Frailware will you ſit by your husband? No forſooth, my ſtomack does ſo wamble: when Supper was dreſſing methought I could eate ſuch a deale; and now the ſight of—the meat does ſo fill mee: I pray Husband bring Miſtris Abigal into my Chamber, I think I ſhall be very ill. By and by duck, we follow thee—ſo, ſit as cloſe to mee now as mine Office, and here's a health in Canary to the formall Cuckold thy Husband. Fy M. Frailware that you'll have ſuch a fearfull word in your mouth. Hang him, hee's a Goate, and thou haſt, and ſhalt make him deſerve it. I muſt confeſſe hee has a ſtinking breathe indeed; & that I have traverſd the paths of goodfellowſhip for your ſake. I, and wilt doe ſtill, though thy Husband heard thee ſay ſo. I and will doe it though my husband heard mee. Why now thou ſpeak'ſt like a ſiſter of the Lecture, and according to moralitiy. Nay I have been forward enough to you M. Frailware, ever ſince my firſt mariage: for in good earneſt I did marry M. Damaſippus, only becauſe I ſaw the Philoſophers wives goe with the firſt of the Pariſh, and ſo forth—but my heart— Let the City have it wench, and let my fine pure formall peece of Stoicity weare out ſix grogran Elbowes with pleading moralities, and counterfeit railing againſt the ſinnes of the fleſh; ſpend all hee can flatter from women to play the Epicure; and then make ragged Lectures and exerciſes in Cellars and Gravell Pits for a collection of ſeven pence, ere thou giv'ſt him ſo much as a good wiſh. Nay ſo hee ſhall; for truely he is growne a very Pharao, a hard-hearted Mirmidon to me of late. A ficus for him whorſon Crab; hee playes the Goate rampant abroad I heare. It eene makes me many times wiſh him in his grave, that he might ſleepe and I were free. Thou art free now my ſweet Ab: come, gi'me a threave of kiſſes—who would live tyed to ſuch a Bull of Baſon. Will pleaſe you have any Muſick?