Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Gentlemen, the Ladies call upon you to dance, they will be out of measure displeased, if dinner being done, you be not ready to lead them a measure: Indeed women love not to be scanted of their measure. Fie sir Boniface: have you forgot yourself, Whilst you are in the Hall, there's never a whetstone for their wits in the parlour? I will enter and set an edge upon their Ingenies. To me sir, from whom? a letter to her most dear, most loving, most kind friend Mr. Chartly these be delivered: sure from some wench or other I long to know the contents. Now to cry quittance with you for my farewell learned sir Timothy. Good news, as I live, there's for thy pains my good sir Pandarus: Hadst thou brought me word my father had turned up his heels. Thou couldst scarcely have pleased me better: (He reads) though I disclaim the name of wife, of which I account myself altogether unworthy, yet let me claim some small interest in your love, this night I lie at the house where we were married, (the wise-woman's I mean) where my maidenhead is to be rifled, bid fair for it, and enjoy it, see me this night or never, so may you marrying Gratiana, and loving me, have a sweet wife and a true friend: This night or never, your quondam wife: Hereafter your poor sweetheart no other: Luce. So when I am tired with Gratiana, that is when I am past grace. With her I can make my rendezvous, i'll not slip this occasion, nor sleep till I see her, thou art an honest lad, and mayst prove a good Pimp in time. Canst thou advise me what colour, I may have to compass this commodity. Sir, she this night expects you, and prepares a costly banquet for you. I'll go, although the Devil and mischance look big, feign some news that such a piece of Land is fall'n to you, and you must instantly ride to take possession of it, or which is more probable, cannot you persuade them you have received a letter that your Father lies a dying. You rogue, I would he did but the name of that news is called, too good to be true. And that if ever you will see him alive, you must ride post into the Country. Enough: if ever I prove Knight errant thou shalt be mine own proper squire, for this thou hast fitted me with a plot, do but wait here note how I will manage it, Tabor my horse, for I must ride tonight: tonight sir. So tell my Bride and Father, I have news that quite confounds my senses. How ride tonight, the marriage day tomorrow And all things well provided for the feast. O tell me sweet, why do you look so pale.
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Gentlemen, the Ladies call vpon you to dance, they will be out of measure displeased, if dinner beeing done, you bee not ready to leade them a mesure: Indeede women love not to bee scanted of their measure. Fie sir Boniface: haue you forgot your selfe, Whilst you are in the Hall, there's never a whetstone for their wits in the Parler? I will enter and set an edge vpon their I ngenies. To mee sir, from whom? a letter to her most deere, most louing, most kind friend Mr. Chartly these bee deliuered: sure from some wench or other I long to know the contents. Now to cry quittance with you for my farewell learn'd sir Timothy. Good newes, as I liue, there's for thy paines my good sir Pandarus: Hadst thou brought mee word my father had turnd vp his heeles. Thou couldst scarcely haue pleased mee better: (Hee reades) though I disclaime the name of wife, of which I account my selfe altogether vnworthy, yet let mee claime some small interest in your loue, this night I lye at the house where wee were married, (the Wisewomans I meane) where my maiden-head is to bee rifled, bid fayre for it, and inioy it, see mee this night or never, so may you marrying Gratiana, and louing mee, haue a sweete wife and a true friend: This night or never, your quodam wife: Hereafter your poore sweet-heart no other: Luce. So when I am tyr'd with Gratiana, that is when I am past grace. With her I can make my rendevowz, ile not slip this occasion, nor sleepe till I see her, thou art an honest ladde, and maist prooue a good Pimpe in time. Canst thou advise mee what colour, I may haue to compasse this commodity. Sir, shee this night expets you, and prepares a costly banquet for you. Ile goe, although the Devill and mischance looke bigge, Feyne some newes that such a peece of Land is falne to you, and you must instantly ride to take possession of it, or which is more probable, cannot you perswade them you haue receiu'd a letter that your Father lyes a dying. You rogue, I would hee did but the name of that newes is cal'd, too good to be true. And that if ever you will see him aliue, you must ride post into the Country. Enough: if ever I prooue Knight errant thou shalt bee mine owne proper squire, for this thou hast fitted mee with a plot, doe but waite heere note how I will manage it, Tabor my horse, for I must ride to night▪ To night sir. So tell my Bride and Father, I haue newes that quite confounds my nces. How ride to night, the marriage day to morrow And all things well provided for the feast. O tell mee sweete, why doe you looke so pale.