Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Judge you, Gentlemen, if I be not as unfortunate as a gamester thinks himself upon the loss of the last stake; this is the first she ay ever swore to heartily, and (by those eyes) I think I had continued unperjured a whole month, (and that's fair you'll say.) Very fair— Had she not run mad betwixt.— How? mad? who? Semanthe? Yea, yea, mad, ask Philan else. people that want clear intervals talkenot so wildly: I'll tell you Gallants; 'tis now, since first I found myself a little bot, and quivering 'bout the heart, some ten days since, (a tedious Ague) Sirs; (but what of that?) the gracious glance, and little whisper passed, approaches made from th'hand unto the lip, I came to visit her, and (as you know we use) breathing a sigh or two by way of prologue, told her, that in Love's Physic 'twas a rule, where the disease had birth to seek a cure; I had no sooner named love to her, but she began to talk of Flames, and Flames, neither devouring, nor devoured, of Air, and of Chameleons— Oh the Platoniques. Those of the new religion in love! your Lordship's merry, troth, how do you like the humour on't? As thou wouldst like red hair, or leanness in thy Mistress; scurvily,' tdoes worse with handsomeness, than strong desire would do with impotence; a mere trick to enhance the price of kisses— Sure these silly women, when they feed our expectation so high, do but like ignorant Conjurers, that raise a Spirit which handsomely they cannot lay again: True, 'tis like some that nourish up young Lions till they grow so great, they are afraid of themselves, they dare not grant at last, for fear they should not satisfy. Who's for the Town? I must take up again, This villainous Love's as chargeable as the Philosopher's Stone, and thy Mistress as hard to compass too! The Platonique is ever so; they are as tedious before they come to the point, as an old man fallen into the Stories of his youth; Or a widow into the praises of her first husband. Well, if she hold out but one month longer, if I do not quite forget, I ere beleaguered there, and remove the siege to another place, may all the curses beguiled virgins lose upon their perjured Lovers fall upon me. And thou wilt deserve'em all. For what? For being in the company of those that took away the Prince's Mistress from him. Peace, that will be redeemed— I put but on this wildness to disguise myself; there are brave things in hand, hark i'thy ear:— Some severe plot upon a maidenhead. These two young Lords make love, as Embroiderers work against a Mask, night and day; They think importunity a nearer way than merit, and take women as Schoolboys catch Squirrels. hunt 'em up and down till they are weary, and fall down before'em. Who loves the Prince fails not— And I am one: my injuries are great as thine, and do persuade as strongly. I had command to bring thee, fail not and in thine own disguise
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Judge you, Gentlemen, if I be not as unfortunate as a gamester thinks himselfe upon the losse of the last stake; this is the first she I ever swore to heartily, and (by those eyes) I thinke I had continued unperjur'd a whole moneth, (and that's faire you'll say.) Verie faire— Had she not run mad betwixt.— How? mad? who? Semanthe? Yea, yea, mad, aske Philan else. people that want cleere intervalls talkenot so wildly: Ile tell you Gallants; 'tis now, since first I found my selfe a little bot, and quivering 'bout the heart, some ten dayes since, (a tedious Ague) Sirs; (but what of that?) the gratious glance, and little whisper past, approaches made from th'hand unto the lip, I came to visit her, and (as you know we use) breathing a sigh or two by way of prologue, told her, that in Loves Physicke 'twas a rule, where the disease had birth to seeke a cure; I had no sooner nam'd love to her, but she began to talke of Flames, and Flames, neither devouring, nor devour'd, of Aire, and of Camelions— Oh the Platoniques. Those of the new religion in love! your Lordship's merrie, oth, how doe you like the humor on't? As thou would'st like red haire, or leannesse in thy Mistresse; scurvily, 'tdoes worse with handsomnesse, han strong desire would doe with impotence; a mere tricke to inhance the price of kisses— Sure these silly women, when they feed our expectation so high, doe but like ignorant Conjurers, that raise a Spirit which handsomly they cannot lay againe: True, 'tis like some that nourish up oung Lions till they grow so great, they are affraid of themselves, they dare not grant at last, for feare they should not satisfie. Who's for the Towne? I must take up againe, This villanous Love's as chargeable as the Philosophers Stone, and thy Mistresse as hard to compasse too! The Platonique is ever so; they are as tedious before they come to the point, as an old man fall'n into the Stories of his youth; Or a widow into the praises of her first husband. Well, if she hold out but one moneth longer, if I de not quite forget, I ere beleaguer'd there, and remove the siege to another place, may all the curses beguil'd virgins lose upon their perjur'd Lovers fall upon mee. And thou woult deserve'em all. For what? For being in the company of those that tooke away the Prince's Mistresse from him. Peace, that will be redeem'd— I put but on this wildnesse to disguise my selfe; there are brave things in hand, hearke i'thy eare:— Some severe plot upon a maiden-head. These two young Lords make love, as Embroyderers worke against a Maske, night and day; They thinke importunitie a neerer way than merit, and take women as Schoole-boyes catch Squirrells. hunt 'em up and downe till they are wearie, and fall downe before'em. Who loves the Prince failes not— And I am one: my injuries are great as thine, and doe perswade as strongly. I had command to bring thee, faile not and in thine owne disguise