Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
No: I am in love, my head is full of Proclamations. There is a thing called a Virgin. Nature hath showed her Art in making her. Court her I cannot, but I'll do as I may. Do you go, or stay sir? Go. You before, I'll follow. He thinks with his blunt humour, to enter as far as I with my sharp: No, my true Trojan, no: There is a fair sweet modest rogue, her name is Luce: with this Dandiprat, this pretty little ape's face, is yond blunt fellow in love; and no marvel, for she hath a Brow bewitching, Eyes ravishing, and a Tongue enchanting: And indeed she hath no fault in the world but one, and that is, she is honest: and were it not for that, she were the only sweet Rogue in Christendom. As I live, I love her extremely, and to enjoy her would give any thing: But the fool stands in her own light, and will do nothing without Marriage: but what should I do marrying? I can better endure Gives, than Bands of Matrimony. But in this Meditation, I am glad I have won my Money again. Nay, and she may be glad of it too: for the Girl is but poor, and in my pocket I have laid up a Stock for her, 'tis put to use already. And if I meet not with a Dice-house, or an Ordinary by the way, no question but I may increase it to a sum. Well, I'll unto the Exchange to buy her some pretty Novelty: That done, I'll visit my little Rascal, and solicit instantly. Where is my Father? Ioseph. Mistress, above, And prays you to attend below a little. I do not love to sit thus publicly: And yet upon the traffic of our Wares, Our provident Eyes and presence must still wait. Do you attend the shop, I'll ply my work. I see my father is not jealous of me, That trusts me to the open view of all. The reason is, he knows my thoughts are chaste, And my care such, as that it needs the awe Of no strict Overseer. Yonder's Luce. Save thee. And you too, sir, y'are welcome; want you ought, I pray, in which our Trade may furnish you? Yes. Ioseph, show the Gentleman. 'tis here that I would buy. What do you mean sir, speak, what is't you lack? I pray you wherefore do you fix your eyes So firmly in my face? what would you have? Thee. Me? Yes, thee. Your pleasure is to jest, and so I take it. Pray give me leave sir, to intend my work. You are fair. You flout me. You are, go too, you are, I'd vex him that should say the contrary. Well, you may say your pleasure. I love thee. Oh Sir! As I live, I do.
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No: I am in love, my head is full of Proclamations. There is a thing call'd a Virgin. Nature hath shewed her Art in making her. Court her I cannot, but Ile doe as I may. Doe you goe, or stay sir? Goe. You before, Ile follow. He thinkes with his blunt humour, to enter as farre as I with my sharpe: No, my true Trojan, no: There is a faire sweet modest rogue, her name is Luce: with this Dandiprat, this pretty little Apes face, is yon blunt fellow in love; and no marvell, for shee hath a Browe bewitching, Eyes ravishing, and a Tongue enchanting: And indeed shee hath no fault in the world but one, and that is, shee is honest: and were it not for that, shee were the onely sweet Rogue in Christendome. As I live, I love her extreamely, and to enjoy her would give any thing: But the foole stands in her owne light, and will doe nothing without Marriage: but what should I doe marrying? I can better indure Gives, than Bands of Matrimonie. But in this Meditation, I am glad I have wonne my Money againe. Nay, and shee may be glad of it too: for the Girle is but poore, and in my pockett I have layd up a Stocke for her, 'tis put to use alreadie. And if I meete not with a Dyce-house, or an Ordinary by the way, no question but I may increase it to a summe. Well, Ile unto the Exchange to buy her some prettie Noveltie: That done, Ile visite my little Rascall, and sollicite instantly. Where is my Father? Ioseph. Mistresse, above, And prayes you to attend below a little. I doe not love to sit thus publikely: And yet upon the traffique of our Wares, Our provident Eyes and presence must still wayte. Doe you attend the shop, Ile ply my worke. I see my father is not jelousof me, That trusts mee to the open view of all. The reason is, hee knowes my thoughts are chast, And my care such, as that it needes the awe Of no strict Overseer. Yonders Luce. Save thee. And you too, sir, y' are welcom; want you ought, I pray, in which our Trade may furnish you? Yes. Ioseph, shew the Gentleman. Tis heere that I would buy. What doe you meane sir, speak, what ist you lack? I pray you wherefore doe you fixe your eyes So firmely in my face? what would you have? Thee. Mee? Yes, thee. Your pleasure is to jest, and so I take it. Pray give me leave sir, to intend my worke. You are fayre. You flout mee. You are, goe too, you are, Ide vexe him that should say the contrary. Well, you may say your pleasure. I love thee. Oh Sir! As I live, I doe.