The Vow Breaker, or The Fair Maid of Clifton · chunk 10 of 36
Sampson, William · published 1636 · first performed or written 1625 [1625(?)-1636] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
My letters want but sealing, follow me To the general's Tent. Fellow Bateman farewell commend me to my old windmill at Rudington, oh the Mooter dish, the miller's thumb and the maid behind the Hopper? tell mistress Ursula I fight for her sake, and will live as long as I can die when I can no longer live, yet will love her in spite of her heart, in stead of nutmegs, and ginger, I send her the three bawbees I got at Dundee. I will fly on her at my return with the verses out of new Hero, and Leander, oh Ursula, Ursula pity me with a dildo, dildo, dillory? Commend me to the Bells of S. Mary's, and tell'em my Chops water to chime all in? As it is in the painted cloth, in morning still when thou dost rise see that in mind thou have to spend the day that doth ensue as bed might be thy Grave; commend me to my learned brother Spritchall the Cobbler of Nottingham brig? and bid him look up, and give me a coal, wishing him good health, as my cat, and I was at the making hereof? I will be mindful of you all farewell. Now is the time make your appearance? Shoot shoot. An the bred an gad man spear the bonny lasses. Down with the bonny Bells? Have some compunction theyare the weaker Vessels for as it is in the painted cloth, be meek, and gentle, and thyself shall find a quiet conscience, and a tranquil mind. Byth' mass a pretty boot hauling, handsome pages each one take one, and examine the prickers? Thy counsels smells of piety? and thus I begin the conversion of a sinner!— umh— she Kisses well verily again I will edify on your lips— are you of the Family of Love sister— ha— An the beans of me i'll a pure lurden? And what are you pretty morsel. An the deal an the crag i'll a Lards wife ganging to seek my Lourden; And you are ganging to your Lurden, that your Lurden may catch you by the crag, and claw you are the weame, till your guts garr haggergath, haggergath. Will you be contented to leave the wicked, and live among the familists, exercising your body in the brether-hood's cause? An the Lard nare thee with an my bare bones. Kiss again then— in sincerity she Kisses open mouthed like a zealous sister— And you can wash, and scour, and help to launder the camp, and dress the booties we steal, and at night be content to Kennel with me in straw. I by Saint Andrew? Let us congregate ourselves, and ponder on their miseries. Now is the time each man draw, and fight.
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My letters want but sealing, follow me To the Generalls Tent. Fellow Bateman farwell commend me to my old windmill at Rudington, oh the Mooter dish, the Millers thumbe and the maide behinde the Hopper? tell mistresse Vrsula I fight for her sake, and will live as long as I can dy when I can no longer live, yet will love her in spight of her hart, in stead of nutmeggs, and ginger, I send her the three bawbees I got at Dundee. I will fly on her at my returne with the verses out of new Hero, and Leander, oh Vrsula, Vrsula pity me with a dildo, dildo, dillory? Commend me to the Bells of S. Maries, and tell'em my Chops water to chime all in? As it is in the painted cloath, in morning still when thou doost rise see that in minde thou have to spend the day that doth ensue as bed might be thy Grave; commend me to my learned brother Spritchall the Cobler of Notingham brig? and bid him looke up, and give me a coale, wishing him good health, as my cat, and I was at the making hereof? I will be mindfull of you all farewell. Now is the time make your appearance? Shoote shoote. An the bred an gd man speare the bonny lasses. Downe with the bonny Bels? Have some compunction th'are the weaker Vessels for as it is in the painted cloath, be meeke, and gentle, and thy selfe shall finde a quiet conscience, and a tranquill minde. By'th masse a prety boote halling, hansome pagies each one take one, and examine the prickers? Thy counsels smels of piety? and thus I begin the conversion of a sinner!—um—she Kisses well verily againe I will edifie on your lips—are you of the Family of Love sister—ha— An the beanes of me ise a pure lurden? And what are you prety morsell. An the dele an the crag ise a Lardes wife ganging to seeke my Lourden; And you are ganging to your Lurden, that your Lurden may catch you by the crag, and claw you are the weame, till your guts garr haggergath, haggergath. VVill you be contented to leave the wicked, and live among the familists, exercising your body in the brether-hoods cause? An the Lard nare thee with an my bare bones. Kisse againe then—in sincerity she Kisses open mouthed like a zealous sister— And you can wash, and scoure, and helpe to launder the campe, and dresse the booties we steale, and at night be content to Kennell with me in straw. I by Saint Andrew? Let us congregate our selves, and ponder on their miseries. Now is the time each man draw, and fight.