Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Thou sawst the gentleman whom I this morning Brought in to be my guest. Yes, but am ignorant, who, or from whence he is; Thou shalt know all; The freshness of the morning did invite me To walk abroad, there I began to think How I had lost my Brother, that one thought Like circles in the water begat many, Those and the pleasant verdure of the fields Made me forget the way, and did entice me Farther than either fear or modesty Else would have suffered me, beneath an oak Which spread a flourishing Canopy round about, And was itself alone almost a wood, I found a Gentleman distracted strangely, Crying aloud for either food, or sleep, And knocking his white hands against the ground, Making that groan like me, when I beheld it, Pity, and fear, both proper to us women, drove my feet back far swifter than they went, When I came home, I took two servants with me And fetched the gentleman, hither I brought him, And with such cheer as then the house afforded, Replenished him, he was much mended suddenly, Is now asleep, and when he wakes I hope Will find his senses perfect. You did show In this, what never was a stranger to you, Much piety; but wander from your subject; You have not yet discovered, who it is Deserves your love. Fie, Fie, how dull thou art, Thou dost not use in other things to be so; Why I love him; His name I cannot tell thee; For 'tis my great unhappiness to be Still ignorant of that myself. He comes, Look, this is he, but do not grow my rival If thou canst those. You need not, fear't forsooth. Leave me alone with him; withdraw. I do. Where am I now? under the Northern Pole Where a perpetual winter binds the ground And glazeth up the floods? or where the Sun With neighbouring rays bakes the divided earth, And drinks the rivers up? or do I sleep? Is't not some foolish dream deludes my fancy? Who am I? I begin to question that. Was not my country Sicily? my name Called Aphron, wretched Aphron? Ye good Gods Forbid; is this that man who was the cause Of all the grief for Callidora's loss? Is this the man that I so oft have cursed? Now I could almost hate him, and methinks He is not quite so handsome as he was; And yet alas he is, though by his means My Brother is gone from me, and heaven knows If I shall see him more, Fool as I am, I cannot choose but love him. Cheat me not good eyes, What woman, or what Angel do I see? Oh stay, and let me worship ere thou goest, Whether thou be'st a Goddess which thy beauty Commands me to believe, or else some mortal Which I the rather am induced to think, Because I know the Gods all hate me so, They would not look upon me.
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Thou saw'st the gentleman whom I this morning Brought in to be my guest. Yes, but am ignorant, who, or from whence he is; Thou shalt know all; The freshnesse of the morning did invite me To walke abroad, there I began to thinke How I had lost my Brother, that one thought Like circles in the water begat many, Those and the pleasant verdure of the fields Made me forget the way, and did entice me Farther then either feare or modesty Else would have suffred me, beneath an oake Which spread a flourishing Canopy round about, And was it selfe alone almost a wood, I found a Gentleman distracted strangely, Crying alowd for either food, or sleepe, And knocking his white hands against the ground, Making that groane like me, when I beheld it, Pitty, and feare, both proper to us women, Drave my feet backe farre swifter then they went, When I came home, I tooke two servants with me And fetch'd the gentleman, hither I brought him, And with such cheare as then the house afforded, Replenished him, he was much mended suddenly, Is now asleepe, and when he wakes I hope Will find his senses perfect. You did shew In this, what never was a stranger to you, Much piety; but wander from your subject; You have not yet discovered, who it is Deserves your love. Fy, Fy, how dull thou art, Thou dost not use in other things to be so; Why I love him; His name I cannot tell thee; For 'tis my great unhappinesse to bee Still ignorant of that my selfe. He comes, Looke, this is hee, but doe not grow my rivall If thou canst thuse. You need not, fear't forsooth. Leave me alone with him; withdraw. I doe. Where am I now? under the Northerne Pole Where a perpetuall winter binds the ground And glazeth up the flouds? or where the Sun With neighbouring rayes bakes the divided earth, And drinkes the rivers up? or doe I sleepe? Is't not some foolish dreame deludes my fancy? Who am J? I begin to question that. Was not my countrey Sicily? my name Call'd Aphron, wretched Aphron? Yee good Gods Forbid; is this that man who was the cause Of all the griefe for Callidora's losse? Is this the man that I so oft have curst? Now I could almost hate him, and me thinkes He is not quite so handsome as he was; And yet alas he is, though by his meanes My Brother is gone from me, and heaven knowes If I shall see him more, Foole as I am, I cannot chuse but love him. Cheate me not good eyes, What woman, or what Angel doe I see? Oh stay, and let me worship e're thou goest, Whether thou beest a Goddesse which thy beauty Commands me to beleeve, or else some mortall Which I the rather am induc'd to thinke, Because I know the Gods all hate me so, They would not looke upon me.