Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
By my virginity the Groom cries to bed, night goes to Ghost, how now another Niobe turned to stone, bless me has the Conjurer been here. Alive or dead I must, and will enjoy thee, It was my promise? I cannot choose but weep. I have not cursed thee yet, remember that. hay day what inundations are here, will you come away, and the Groom should geld himself for anger there would be fine sport. I have lost myself, and know not where I am! Come, come, I have danced till every joint about me grows stiff but that which should be! to bed wench, the groom he's outgone thee, he's warming the sheets the first night i'faith. To bed! oh heavens, would it were to my grave So I might never here of my misdeeds I have not cursed thee yet! remember that Alive or dead I must, and will enjoy thee How like the deadly tolling of a Bell A peal of sad presages were his words. Ha, weeping; this is not customary on bridal-nights, Niece who was with your coz too night? Uncle there was a certain man ay, ay, but where is that certain man There is the woman, but the certain man is gone A certain man indeed, for whom I now Could weep a Sea, to wash out my pollutions? But nimble Chaps, tongue Trotter, neats-tongue Mistress Magpy What was this certain man called With reverence Uncle his name was Bateman? An undermining Knave, I will indite him, For daring to set foot upon my ground? This day his father hath arrested me Upon an action of a thousand pounds A precontract betwixt his son, and thee To bed my wench, Bateman shall surely find Me master of my words, when his proves wind. Thou keep'st thy promise Mortigue. In all things as befits a man of worth Thou hast abused my princely mistress name Sullied her royalties with infamies, And from thy throat, as from a serpent's chaps. Belched poisons 'gainst the Dowager of France; To prove these false I made this sally forth Only to combat thee. By my halidom, I'm glad I've waked thy temper! The end still finds itself in every act, And so shalt thou in thy presumptuous braves? The honour of my mistress makes me young Her name shoots majesty into my looks, Valour into my heart, strength to this arm Which thou shalt feel to thunder on thy Helm, Guard thee Frenchman, i'm sure thou canst not fly; Bravely i'll kill thee, or else bravely die. thouart my prisoner Doysells. Through chance of war I am. Hew him in pieces. By my halidom? My life shall stand between him, and danger. He's my prisoner, and by the Law of Arms, Yielding himself a Captive to our mercy, His life is ransomable; let our General Decree his ransom, and after dispose of him.
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By my virginity the Groome cryes to bed, night goes to Goast, how now another Niobe turn'd to stone, blesse me has the Conjurer bene here. Alive or dead I must, and will enjoy thee, It was my promise? I cannot chuse but weepe. I have not curs'd thee yet, remember that. Hey day what inundations are here, will you come away, and the Groome should geld himselfe for anger there would be fine sport. I have lost my selfe, and know not where I am! Come, come, I have daunc'd till every joynt about me growes stiffe but that which should be! to bed wench, the groome he's out-gone thee, he's warming the sheetes the first night I faith. To bed! oh heavens, would it were to my grave So I might never here of my misdeedes I have not curs'd thee yet! remember that Alive or dead I must, and will enjoy thee How like the deadly towling of a Bell A peale of sadd presages were his words. Ha, weeping; this is not customary on bridall-mights, Neece who was with your Cuz too night? Vncle there was a certaine man I, I, but where is that certaine man There is the woman, but the certaine man is gon A certaine man indeede, for whom I now Could weepe a Sea, to wash out my pollutions? But nimble Chaps, tongue Trotter, Neats-Toung Mrs Magpy What was this certaine man called With reverence Vncle his name was Bateman? An undermining Knave, I will indite him, For daring to set foote upon my ground? This day his father hath arrested me Vpon an action of a thousand poundes A precontract betwixt his son, and thee To bed my wench, Bateman shall surely finde Me master of my words, when his proves winde. Thou keepst thy promise Mortigue. In all things as befits a man of worth Thou hast abus'd my princely mistris name Sully'd her royalties with infamies, And from thy throat, as from a Serpents chaps. Belch'd poysons 'gainst the Dowager of France; To prove these false I made this sally forth Onely to combare thee. By my Hollidam, I'me glad I've wak'd thy temper! The end still finds it selfe in every act, And so shalt thou in thy presumptuous braves? The honour of my mistris makes me young Her name shootes majesty into my lookes, Valour into my hart, strength to this arme Which thou shalt feele to thunder on thy Helme, Guard thee Frenchman, i'me sure thou canst not fly; Bravely i'le kill thee, or else bravely dy. Th'art my prisoner Doysells. Through chance of warre I am. Hew him in peeces. By my Hollidam? My life shall stand betweene him, and danger. He's my prisoner, and by the Law of Armes, Yeilding himselfe a Captive to our mercy, His life is ransomable; let our Generall Decree his ransome, and after dispose of him.