Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
This is uncivil To thrust into our company; do you think That we admire your wit? pray go to them That do, we would be private. To what purpose? You'd ask how many shepherds she hath strooken, Which is the properest man? which kisses sweetest? Which brings her the best presents? And then tell What a fine man woos you, how red his lips are? How bright his eyes are? and what dainty sonnets He hath composed in honour of your beauty? And then at last, with what rare tricks you fool him? These are your learned discourses; but were all Men of my temperance, and wisdom too, You should woo us, ay, and woo hardly too Before you got us. Oh profaneness! Can he so rudely speak to that blessed virgin, And not be strucken dumb? Nay, you have both a mind to me; I know it, But I will marry neither; I come hither Not to gaze on you, or extol your beauty; I come to vex you. Ruder yet? I cannot, I will not suffer this; mad fellow, is there No other Nymph in all these spacious woods, To fling thy wild, and saucy laughter at, But her, whom thy great Deity even Pan Himself would honour, do not dare to utter The smallest accent if not clothed with reverence, Nay, do not look upon her but with eyes As humble and submissive as thou wouldst Upon the brow of Majesty, when it frowns, I speak but that which duty binds us all to, Thou shalt not think upon her, no not think, Without as much respect and honour to her As holy men in superstitious zeal Give to the Images they worship. Oh! this is the Gentleman courted me th'other day. Why? have you got a Patent to restrain me? Or do you think your glorious suit can fright me? 'Twould do you much more credit at the Theater, To rise betwixt the Acts, and look about The boxes, and then cry, God save you madam, Or hear you out in quarrelling at an Ordinary, And make your oaths become you; have you shown Your gay apparel everywhere in town, That you can afford us the sight oft, or Hath that Grand Devil whose yclept sergeant, Frighted you out of the City? Your loose jests When they are shot at me, I scorn to take Any revenge upon them, but neglect, For then 'tis rashness only, but as soon As you begin to violate her name, Nature and conscience too bids me be angry, For then 'tis wickedness. Well, if it be so, I hope you can forgive the sin that's passed Without the doleful sight of trickling tears, For I have eyes of pumice; I'm content To let her rest in quiet, but you have given me Free leave t' abuse you, on the condition You will revenge it only with neglect, For then 'tis rashness only.
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This is uncivill To thrust into our company; doe you thinke That we admire your wit? pray goe to them That doe, we would be private. To what purpose? You'd aske how many shepheards she hath strooken, Which is the properest man? which kisses sweetest? Which brings her the best presents? And then tell What a fine man wooes you, how redde his lips are? How bright his eyes are? and what dainty sonnets He hath composed in honor of your beauty? And then at last, with what rare tricks you foole him? These are your learn'd discourses; but were all Men of my temperance, and wisdome too, You should wooe us, I, and wooe hardly too Before you got us. Oh prophanenesse! Can hee so rudely speake to that blest virgin, And not be strucken dumbe? Nay, you have both a mind to me; I know it, But I will marry neither; I come hither Not to gaze on you, or extoll your beauty; I come to vex you. Ruder yet? I cannot, I will not suffer this; madde fellow, is there No other Nymph in all these spacious woods, To fling thy wilde, and saucie laughter at, But her, whom thy great Deity even Pan Himselfe would honor, doe not dare to utter The smallest accent if not cloath'd with reverence, Nay, doe not looke upon her but with eyes As humble and submissive as thou wouldst Vpon the brow of Majesty, when it frownes, I speake but that which duty binds us all to, Thou shalt not thinke upon her, no not thinke, Without as much respect and honor to her As holy men in superstitious zeale Give to the Images they worship. Oh! this is the Gentleman courted me th'other day. Why? have you got a Pattent to restraine me? Or doe you thinke your glorious sute can fright me? 'Twould doe you much more credit at the Theater, To rise betwixt the Acts, and looke about The boxes, and then cry, God save you Madame, Or heare you out in quarreling at an Ordinary, And make your oathes become you; have you shown Your gay apparell every where in towne, That you can afford us the sight oft, or Hath that Grand Divell whose eclipped sergeant, Frighted you out of the City? Your loose jests When they are shot at me, I scorne to take Any revenge upon them, but neglect, For then 'tis rashnesse only, but as soone As you begin to violate her name, Nature and conscience too bids me be angry, For then 'tis wickednesse. Well, if it be so, I hope you can forgive the sinne that's past Without the dolefull sight of trickling teares, For I have eyes of pumice; I'me content To let her rest in quiet, but you have given me Free leave t' abuse you, on the condition You will revenge it only with neglect, For then 'tis rashnesse only.