Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
That may be helped. Now Luce, your Fathers pacified, will you be pleased? I would endure a quarter's punishment for thee, and wilt not thou suffer a poor months' penance for me? 'Tis but eight and twenty days, Wench; thou shalt fare well all the time, drink well, eat well, lie well: come, one word of comfort at the later end of the day. Yours is my fame, mine honour, and my heart Linked to your pleasure, and shall never part. Gramercy Wench, thou shalt wear this chain no longer for that word, I'll multiply the links in such order, that it shall have light to shine about thy neck, oftener than it doth: this jewel, a plain Bristol stone, a counterfeit. How base was I, that coming to thee in the way of Marriage, courted thee with counterfeit stones? Thou shalt wear right, or none: thou hast no money about thee, Luce? Yes Sir, I have the hundred pounds that you gave me to lay up last. Fetch it; let me see, how much branched Satin goes to a Petticoat? and how much wrought Velvet to a Gown? then for a Beaver for the City, and a blackbag for the Country: I'll promise her nothing, but if any such trifles be brought home, let her not thank me for them. Gramercy Luce, Nay, go in, Gravity and Modesty, ten to one but you shall hear of me, ere you see me again. I know you kind, impute my hasty Language unto my rage, not me. Why, do not I know you, and do not I know her? I doubt you'll wish shortly that I had never known either of you: now, what sayst thou, my sweet Luce? My words are yours. so is my life: I am now part of yourself, so made by Nuptial vows. What a Pagan am I, to practise such villainy against this honest Christian! If Gratiana did come into my thoughts, I should fall into a vain 'to pity her: but now that I talk of her, I have a tongue to woo her, Tokens to win her; and that done, if I do not find a trick, both to wear her, and weary her, it may prove a piece of a Wonder. Thou seest, Luce, I have some store of Crowns about me, there are brave things to be bought in the City; Cheapside, and the Exchange, afford variety and rarity. This is all I will say now, but thou mayest hear more of me hereafter. Heaven speed you where you go Sir; shall we in? Though not from scandal, we live free from Sin. I'll in before. I am still in love with Luce, and I would know An answer more directly: fie, fie, this Love Hangs on me like an Ague, makes me turn fool, Coxcomb and Ass: why should I love her, why? A Rattle-Baby, puppet, a slight toy, And now I could go to buffets with myself, And cuff this Love away: but see, that's Luce.
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That may be help't. Now Luce, your Fathers pacifi'd, will you be pleas'd? I would indure a Quarters punishment for thee, and wilt not thou suffer a poore Moneths penance for mee? 'Tis but eight and twenty dayes, Wench; thou shalt fare well all the time, drinke well, eate well, lie well: come, one word of comfort at the later end of the day. Yours is my fame, mine honour, and my heart Link't to your pleasure, and shall never part. Gramercie Wench, thou shalt weare this chaine no longer for that word, Ile multiply the linkes in such order, that it shall have light to shine about thy necke, oftener then it doth: this jewell, a plaine Bristowe stone, a counterfeit. How base was I, that comming to thee in the way of Marriage, courted thee with counterfeit stones? Thou shalt weare right, or none: thou hast no money about , Luce? Yes Sir, I have the hundred pounds that you gave me to lay up last. Fetch it; let mee see, how much branch'd Sattin goes to a Petticoat? and how much wrought Velvet to a Gowne? then for a Bever for the Citle, and a Blackbagge for the Country: Ile promise her nothing, but if any such bee brought home, let her not thanke mee for them. Gramercie Luce, Nay, goe in, Gravitie and Modestie, ten to one but you shall heare of mee, you see mee againe. I know you kinde, my hastie Language unto my rage, not mee. Why, doe not I know you, and doe not I know her? I doubt you'l wish that I had never knowne either of you: now, what sayst thou, my sweet Luce? My words are yours. so is my life: I am now part of your selfe, so made by Nuptiall vowes. What a Pagan am I, to practise such villany against this honest Christian! If Gratiana did come into my thoughts, I should fall into a vaine 'to pittie er: but now that I talk of her, I have a tongue to▪ wooe her, Tokens to win her; and that done, if I doe not find a tricke, both to weare her, and wearie her, it may prove a piece of a Wonder. Thou seest, Luce, I have some store of Crownes about me, there are brave things to be bought in the Citie; Cheapside, and the Exchange, afford varietie and raritie. This is all I will say now, but thou mayest heare more of mee hereafter. Heaven speed you where you goe Sir; shall we ? Though not from scandall, wee live free from . Ile in before. I am still in love with Luce, and I would know An answer more directly: fie, fie, this Love Hangs on me like an Ague, makes me foole▪ Coxcombe and Asse: why should I love her, why? A Rattle-Baby, Puppit, a slight toy, And now I could goe to buffets with my selfe, And this Love away: but see, that's Luce.