Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Say I grant all this! With myself having deliberated I do not like' th'assurance of thy Lands Thy titles are so bangled with thy debts, Which thou wouldst have my daughter's portion pay. Sir sir, it shall not! hang thee hang thee miser! 'tis thy base thoughts forges these false conceits, And but for thy daughter, I'd, I'd, I'd. I'd come, come. Father? Dear sir spare your fury? Anger in old men is a Lunacy That wounds the speakers, not the spectators? My thoughts are now embarked to go for Leith And see the Wars, I hope ere my return I shall find temperate weather in your looks, And all these storms vanished. Art thou so built on her fidelity Take heed boy; women by kind are fickle, Absence in lovers brings strange events Lovers that hourly kiss find due regard But those that absent are oft loose reward. I doubt not of her firmness, but 'tis common An absent lover thrives not with a woman. 'tis good counsel boy, and worth observance But thou dar'st trust her. With my life sir. Go on then in thy entended purpose Noble sir Jarvis whose man thou art, I know will furnish thee. This works to my design, and gives free way For wealthy German to my daughter's love. Come hither Nan. I thought the wind was in that door; by my virginity a young wench were better be heir to a swineherd's chines, than a rich man's bags! we must be coupled in wedlock like your Barbary horse, and Spanish jennet, for breed sake, house to house, and land to land, the devil a jot of love? poor simple virginity, that used to be our best Dowry is now grown as bare as a servingman's cloak that has not had a good nap this seven years. Well Boot time may make us friends. we'll think on't Bateman! How many pair of shoes knave ha. By Saint Hugh sir Jarvis four thousand pair. For every knave two pair good sauce against kibed heels by my halidom; well shod, and clad will make'em fight like men! the North is could, subject to frosts, and snows, and 'tis bad fighting without victual, and cloth! for which I have provided well for both; forty horse loads, and twenty cars of victual, 'twill stop a good breach in a soldier's belly! my man shall pay thee huffit; my halidom! my old Neighbour rich Boot, and Bateman, is this brabbling matter ended yet! shall he have her, by my halidom not yet, the knave shall serve his Queen first, see the wars, where 'twill do him good to see knocks pass as fillips, say is't done? he's at your service. By my halidom he shall not want for that But I am tardy, and my time is precious My halidom, where's this knave?
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Say I grant all this! With my selfe having deliberated I doe not like 'thassurance of thy Lands Thy titles are so bangld with thy debts, Which thou wouldst have my daughters portion pay. Sir sir, it shall not! hang thee hang thee miser! Tis thy base thoughts forges these false conceits, And but for thy daughter, I'de, i'de, i'de. I'de come, come. Father? Deere sir spare your fury? Anger in old men is a Lunacy That woundes the speakers, not the spectators? My thoughts are now embarqu'd to goe for Leith And see the VVarrs, I hope e're my returne I shall finde temperate weather in your lookes, And all these stormes vanishd. Art thou so built on her fidelity Take heede boy; women by kinde are fickle, Absence in lovers brings strange events Lovers that hourely kisse finde due regard But those that absent are oft lose reward. I doubt not of her firmenes, but tis common An absent lover thrives not with a woman. Tis good counsell boy, and worth observance But thou darst trust her. With my life sir. Goe on then in thy entended purpose Noble sir Jarvis whose man thou art, I know will furnish thee. This works to my designe▪ and gives free way For wealthy Germane to my daughters love. Come hither Nan. I thought the wind was in that doore; by my virginity a young wench were better be heire to a swine-heards chines, then a rich mans bagges! we must be coupld in wed-locke like your Barbary horse, and Spanish Gennet, for breede sake, house to house, and land to land, the devill a jot of love? poore simple virginity, that us'd to be our best Dowry is now growne as bare as a serving-mans cloake that has not had a good nap this seven yeeres. Well Boote time may make us friends. Weele thinke on't Bateman! How many paire of shooes knave ha. By Saint Hugh sir Jarvis foure thousand paire. For every knave two paire good sauce against kyb'd heeles by my hollidam; well shod, and clad will mak'em fight like men! the North is could, subject to frostes, and snówes, and tis bad fighting without vittle, and cloth! for which I have provided well for both; forty horse loades, and twently Carrs of vittle, twill stop a good breach in a souldiours belly! my man shall pay thee huffit; my Hollidam! my old Neighbour rich Boote, and Bateman, is this brabling matter ended yet! shall he have her, by my Hollidam not yet, the knave shall serve his Queene first, see the warres, where twill do him good to see knocks passe as fillips, say i'st done? Hees at your service. By my Hollidam he shall not want for that But I am tardy, and my time is precious My Hollidam, wheir's this knave?