Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
If it be any courtesy, 'tis one Which I would gladly do you, I have brought A rural present, some of our own apples, My father and my mother are so hard, They watched the tree, or else they had been more, Such as they are, if they can please your taste, My wish is crowned. O you're too kind, And teach that duty to me which I ought To have performed; I would I could return The half of your deserts! but I am poor In every thing but thanks. Your acceptation only is reward Too great for me. How they blush? A man may well imagine they were yours, They bear so great a show of modesty. O you mock my boldness To thrust into your company; but truly I meant no hurt in't; my intents were virtuous. The Gods forbid that I should nurse a thought So wicked, thou art innocent I know, And pure as Venus' Doves, or mountain snow Which no foot hath defiled, thy soul is whiter if there be any possibility of't) Than that clear skin which clothes thy dainty body. Nay my good will deserves not to be jeered, You know I am a rude and country wench. Far be it from my thoughts, I swear I honour And love those maiden virtues which adorn you. I would you did, as well as I do you, But the just Gods intend not me so happy, And I must be contented— I'm undone. Here's Bellula; what is she grown my rival? Bless me! whom see I? Hylace? some cloud Or friendly mist involve me. Nay Bellula; I see you well enough. Why doth the day start back? are you so cruel To show us first the light, and having struck Wonder into us snatch it from our sight? If Spring crowned with the glories of the earth Appear upon the heavenly Ram, and straight Creep back again into a greyhaired frost, Men will accuse its forwardness. Pray heaven He be not taken with her, she's somewhat fair; He did not speak so long a speech to me I'm sure of't, though I brought him apples. I did mistake my way; Pray pardon me. I would you had else. I must thank fortune then which lead you hither, But you can stay a little while and bless us? Yes (and Love knows how willingly) alas! I shall quite spoil my garland ere I give it him, With hiding it from Hylace, Pray Fan She hath not stolen his heart already from him, And cheated my intentions. I would fain be going, but if I should leave her It may be I shall give her opportunity To win him from me, for I know she loveth him, And hath perhaps a better tongue than I, Although I should be loath to yield to her In beauty or complexion.
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If it be any curtesie, 'tis one Which J would gladly doe you, I have brought A rurall present, some of our owne apples, My father and my mother are so hard, They watch'd the tree, or else they had beene more, Such as they are, if they can please your tast, My wish is crown'd. O you're too kind, And teach that duty to me which I ought To have perform'd; I would I could returne The halfe of your deserts! but I am poore In every thing but thankes. Your acceptation only is reward Too great for me. How they blush? A man may well imagine they were yours, They beare so great a shew of modesty. O you mock my boldnesse To thrust into your company; but truly I meant no hurt in't; my intents were vertuous. The Gods forbid that I should nurse a thought So wicked, thou art innocent I know, And pure as Venus Doves, or mountaine snow Which no foot hath defil'd, thy soule is whiter if there be any possibilitie of't) Then that cleere skin which cloathes thy dainty body. Nay my good will deserves not to be jeer'd, You know I am a rude and countrey wench. Farre be it from my thoughts, I sweare I honour And love those maiden vertues which adorne you. I would you did, as well as I doe you, But the just Gods intend not me so happy, And I must be contented — I'me undone. Here's Bellula; what is she growne my rivall? Blesse me! whom see I? Hylace? some cloud Or friendly mist involve me. Nay Bellula; I see you well enough. Why doth the day start backe? are you so cruell To shew us first the light, and having struck Wonder into us snatch it from our sight? If Spring crown'd with the glories of the earth Appeare upon the heavenly Ram, and streight Creepe back againe into a grey-hayr'd frost, Men will accuse its forwardnesse. Pray heaven Hee be not taken with her, shee's somewhat faire; He did not speake so long a speech to mee I'me sure of't, though I brought him apples. I did mistake my way; Pray pardon me. I would you had else. I must thanke fortune then which lead you hither, But you can stay a little while and blesse us? Yes (and Love knowes how willingly) alas! I shall quite spoyle my garland ere I give it him, With hiding it from Hylace, 'Pray Fan Shee hath not stolne his heart already from him, And cheated my intentions. I would faine be going, but if I should leave her It may be I shall give her opportunity To winne him from me, for I know she loveth him, And hath perhaps a better tongue then I, Although I should bee loth to yeeld to her In beauty or complexion.