Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Fungoso, as I wished; he is Ursini's agent, this will confirm my relation; let's step aside. Ha! What are these? Praesto, be gone; they are vanished: men of office these,— and must be rewarded.— madam— Come, to your business. 'Slife the lady's rampant: soft and fair, two words to a bargain, now will I seem to neglect her, and she'll straight court me. Sure the man's mad. Not with love, sweet Lady; I can hold discourse with your Ladyship, under the loss of my little wits. A blessed security; but your errand, your errand, Sir. What d'ye take me for? a foot-post. Some such thing. Go, you're a— What? A merrily disposed Lady: but faith, what do you think sweet, I have a grant of his Lordship's reversion. Of cast suits. La you now, you would make me angry; pretty piece of ingenuity; you understand me, was his Lordship wholesome? Stop his mouth, he breathes infection. Traitor. Devil. Oh! oh! I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead. Dares he abuse me to my face?— Piero Thou hast prevented me; 'tshall ne'er be said, That thou were't forwarder to vindicate Charintha's fame than I, than her Valenzo. Nor shall the cause, but the revenge be mine; I'll show my rage can flow as well as thine. thoust told a pretty story;— weep no more, I see the Cupids angry in thine eyes, That with thy tears, thoust quenched their burning arrows; Spare 'em until thouart old, and spend 'em then On thy whole stock of sins: thou play'st the tyrant; And robbest thyself of all that beauteous treasure. Nature instructed thee withal. Ah me! Would I had never had it, that alone Has only caused my grief: Thou art passionate. The virgins loved my innocence, and it When I was yet a child. So thou told'st me boy: But after thou arriv'd'st in Sicily, How fared it with thee? Judge Sir, by these tears. Did thy friend leave thee? Yes, and the world too; I know he would not have been so unkind else. Then went'st thou to the Princess. Begged relief from her. Why didst not return? 'Twas told me there, my Parents straightway died. Thou shalt have new ones, royal ones my boy; A Princely pair, that pride them in their youth, And innocent sweetness; whose Majesties shall shed As vigorous rays on thee, as on the issue, Th'ensuing nuptial promises to spring From their own loins. Those are favours Sir, That become them to give, not me to take. Thou hast deserved them boy, Calantha speaks thee A miracle of love and piety; Is passionate in thy praise, all to win Affection from the Prince to thee, dry up Those tears; which till this time did never flow Offensive unto any: This day is consecrate to mirth and Hymen, 'Tis sin to wear a frown, or folded brow, For every smile, thou lendest them now, they'll pay A thousand back again:
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Fungoſo, as I wiſh't; he is Ʋrſini's agent, this will confirm my relation; let's ſtep aſide. Ha! What are theſe? Praeſto, be gone; they are vaniſh't: men of office theſe, — and muſt be rewarded. — Madame— Come, to your buſineſſe. S'life the Ladie's rampant: ſoft and faire, two words to a bargaine, now will I ſeeme to neglect her, and ſhe'le ſtreight court mee. Sure the man's mad. Not with love, ſweete Lady; I can hold diſcourſe with your Ladiſhip, under the loſſe of my little wits. A bleſt ſecurity; but your errand, your errand, Sir. What do'e take mee for? a foote-poſt. Some ſuch thing. Goe, y'are a — What? A merrily diſpos'd Lady: but faith, what doe you thinke ſweete, I have a grant of his Lordſhips reverſion. Of caſt ſuits. La you now, you would make me angry; pretty piece of ingenuity; you underſtand mee, was his Lordſhip wholſome? Stop his mouth, he breathes infection. Traytour. Devill. Oh! oh! I'me dead, I'me dead, I'me dead. Dares he abuſe me to my face?—Piero Thou haſt prevented me; t'ſhall nere be ſaid, That thou wer't forwarder to vindicate Charintha's fame than I, then her Valenzo. Nor ſhall the cauſe, but the revenge be mine; I'le ſhew my rage can flow as well as thine. Th'aſt told a pretty ſtory; — weepe no more, I ſee the Cupids angry in thine eyes, That with thy teares, th'aſt quench't their burning arrowes; Spare 'em untill th'art old, and ſpend 'em then On thy whole ſtocke of ſinnes: thou play'ſt the tyrant; And rob'ſt thy ſelfe of all that beauteous treaſure. Nature inſtructed thee withall. Ah mee! Would I had never had it, that alone Has onely caus'd my griefe: Thou art paſſionate. The virgins lov'd my innocence, and it When I was yet a child. So thou told'ſt mee boy: But after thou arriv'd'ſt in Sicily, How far'd it with thee? Judge Sir, by theſe teares. Did thy friend leave thee? Yes, and the world too; I know hee would not have beene ſo unkind elſe. Then went'ſt thou to the Princeſſe. Begg'd reliefe from her. Why did'ſt not returne? 'Twas told mee there, my Parents ſtreightway dyed. Thou ſhalt have new ones, royall ones my boy; A Princely payre, that pride them in their youth, And innocent ſweetneſſe; whoſe Majeſties ſhall ſhed As vigorous rayes on thee, as on the iſſue, Th'enſuing nuptiall promiſes to ſpring From their owne loynes. Thoſe are favours Sir, That become them to give, not me to take. Thou haſt deſerv'd them boy, Calantha ſpeakes thee A miracle of love and piety; Is paſſionate in thy praiſe, all to win Affection from the Prince to thee, dry up Thoſe teares; which till this time did never flow Offenſive unto any: This day is conſecrate to mirth and Hymen, 'Tis ſinne to weare a frowne, or folded brow, For every ſmile, thou lend'ſt them now, they'l pay A thouſand backe againe: