Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Thanks sweet husband, let me hang upon your neck, pretty gravity, how well it becomes him, who could choose but love such a man entirely; pox upon smooth faces, and young lusty gallants, there's more trouble with them abed, when a gentlewoman would sleep and take her rest; they are always disturbing of her, when by a man of some years and experience we may lie as quiet as we will; would all women were of my opinion, we should cut the combs then of these lusty gamesters. Indeed young men are very inconstant in their love, and changing from one unto another, whereas an old man perseveres to the end in his devotions. True, true, my love, your words are oracles, Were I now as I seem, how should I wrong Youth, beauty, nature, and rebel against them— My dearest love, though loath, I am enforced To leave you for some hours, the state of Athens Sent for me, to repair unto the Senate At ten o'clock about affairs of weight, 'Tis now about the time; farewell my sweetest. You shall not go, come, come, you do not love me, Else could you not be so unkind my dear, To kill your loving wife with your departure. I doubt I shall not live till your return. Come prithee, leave this off, and be assured I will not stay two hours. On that assurance I do dismiss you, but if you exceed The time, you're like to find me turned a corpse; stick to your promise. I'll not fail you sweet.— Where go you Cnemon? nowhere, but to wait Upon my Father to the Senate-house, And instantly return. See that you do, And you shall not repent it, I must gain him Unto my will by fair and gentle means, By promises and gifts, by sweet allurements And strong enticing words, by pleasing him With what he likes best, this will take his youth (I make no doubt) and bring me to his bed. I burn for love of him and must be quenched, Old Aristippus I have fooled and made Believe I love him, but it is not so. I have brought him to my owne lure so th He stoops unto my beauty; now if I Can but enjoy my Cnemon, I am then Mistress of my design, and a chief Artist In this sweet trade; let fools burn in their fire Of modest love, i'll on to my desire. Prithee honest friend Shall I entreat thee to go forth and bid The pretty girl without in the next room To come here to me. Yes sir that I shall, I love to be employed a messenger To pretty maids, is she so beautiful? O wondrous fair and beautiful. I'll then Usher her safely in, and kiss her too. See here the second gift I mean to give you: More precious than the first, you told me sir You had a daughter once, but raped by death. Here is another for you, use her well.
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Thankes ſweet husband, let me hang upon your necke, pretty gravity, how well it becomes him, who could chuſe but love ſuch a man intirely; pox upon ſmooth faces, and young luſty gallants, there's more trouble with them a bed, when a gentlewoman would ſleep and take her reſt; they are alwaies diſturbing of her, when by a man of ſome yeeres and experience we may lie as quiet as we will; would all women were of my opinion, we ſhould cut the combes then of theſe luſtie gameſters. Indeed young men are very inconſtant in their love, and changing from one unto another, whereas an old man perſeveres to the end in his devotions. True, true, my love, your words are oracles, Were I now as I ſeeme, how ſhould I wrong Youth, beautie, nature, and rebell againſt them — My deareſt love, though loth, I am inforc'd To leave you for ſome houres, the ſtate of Athens Sent for me, to repaire unto the Senate At ten a clocke about affaires of weight, 'Tis now about the time; farewell my ſweeteſt. You ſhall not goe, come, come, you doe not love me, Elſe could you not be ſo unkind my deare, To kill your loving wife with your departure. I doubt I ſhall not live till your returne. Come prethee, leave this off, and be aſſur'd I will not ſtay two houres. On that aſſurance I doe diſmiſſe you, but if you exceed The time, you're like to find me turn'd a coarſe; ſticke to your promiſe. I'll not faile you ſweet.— Where goe you Cnemon? No where, but to waite Upon my Father to the Senate-houſe, And inſtantly returne. See that you doe, And you ſhall not repent it, I muſt gaine him Unto my will by faire and gentle meanes, By promiſes and gifts, by ſweet allurements And ſtrong inticing words, by pleaſing him With what he likes beſt, this will take his youth (I make no doubt) and bring me to his bed. I burne for love of him and muſt be quench'd, Old Ariſtippus I have fool'd and made Believe I love him, but it is not ſo. I have brought him to my owne lure ſo th He ſtoops unto my beauty; now if I Can but enjoy my Cnemon, I am then Miſtris of my deſigne, and a chiefe Artiſt In this ſweet trade; let fooles burne in their fire Of modeſt love, i'le on to my deſire. Prethee honeſt friend Shall I intreat thee to go forth and bid The pretty girle without in the next room To come here to me. Yes ſir that I ſhall, I love to be imploy'd a meſſenger To pretty mayds, is ſhe ſo beautifull▪ O wondrous faire and beautifull. I'le then Uſher her ſafely in, and kiſſe her too. See here the ſecond gift I meane to give you: More pretious then the firſt, you told me ſir You had a daughter once, but rap'd by death. Here is another for you, uſe her well.