Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Hey! to a Wench; to a Wench! now an I were King it should be treason for any subject to marry. Allow 'em but Wenches, and 'twill be well enough. Or to lie with a Woman. How would you do for subjects then? Perhaps an I had a mind to't, I'd get all my subjects myself, ha! what sayst thou to't, Grutti? I say 'tis fit, you have a mind. Bentivoglio! we are friends, come thou shalt along with us, to a wench, old trangdido, to a wench, and thou shalt so bumfiddle her. Nay, good my Lord, touch no more upon that string; but d''ee hear? I came to carry you to one. Art right? art right? old boy! these Physicians are notable jerkers, come, where's their rendezvous? In my Lodgings. Ha? how many?— how many?— what's that there? A draught to provoke. Sleep. Nay good Bentivoglio give it me, a whole one, a whole one! Be moderate; you'll take the next beggar you meet else; & then the Lady's expectation yonder will be frustrate. Ha! ha! he! Super naculum! my old bully lively, my authentic Don, soul of pleasure; line of life; let's too't; such a violent fit o'th' sudden! a dozen Calentures are an ague to't; twenty Juleps will not cool one wish. Let's have him to bed quickly, and heal him warm; Bonum erit si sudaverit, Foh! his breath stinks oath University. Signior 'tis not perfumed:— now will I go fetch these Ladies to him; & if he have courage enough but to speak to 'em; I'll forfeit my art, and turn tooth-drawer. My Lord!— Villain! The injury! I am not any way conscious.— Traitor thou liest; Hell, and thyself the greater mischief, has Conspired to ruin goodness.— madam! youhave viewed these gardens;— has not art Sweetly conspired with nature, to make up A pleasure of variety? It takes exceedingly.— What does? Pretty indeed, To have these flowers read moral lectures to us. Yet madam, you can find in your heart to tread Them underfoot, scorning as much the beauty, As the rare sense they carry. Yes I can, Yet straight I turn, and pluck 'em;— bind 'em up, In one fair volume, thus— And what read you, pray? The emblems of true virtues in each leaf, Imprinted there, at nature's proper charges. What think you of this Lily? It figures innocence. Wear it in your bosom. Innocence indeed Should be the breasts fair individual mate. It will become you well. So will this crown Imperial your head, Pray stick it there. I should be the envy of the Court then, 'tis a pretty flower, what think you if I carry it to the Princess? Fit, very apt and fit, lady,— as fit A gift, as this were for a Lord, an honeysuckle, The amorous woodbine's offspring; it emblems love; You would not have us make love? This mystic way has been allowed of; And practised? Yes, and practised.
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Hey! to a Wench; to a Wench! now an I were King it ſhould bee treaſon for any ſubject to marry. Allow 'em but Wenches, and t'will be well enough. Or to lye with a Woman. How would you doe for ſubjects then? Perhaps an I had a minde to't, Ide get all my ſubjects my ſelfe, ha! what ſayſt thou to't, Grutti? I ſay t'is fit, you have a minde. Bentivoglio! wee are friends, come thou ſhalt along with us, to a wench, old trangdido, to a wench, and thou ſhalt ſo bumfiddle her. Nay, good my Lord, touch no more upon that ſtring; but d'ee heare? I came to carry you to one. Art right? art right? old boy! theſe Phyſitians are notable jerkers, come, where's their rendez-vous? In my Lodgings. Ha? how many?—how many?—whats that there? A draught to provoke. —Sleepe. Nay good Bentivoglio give it mee, a whole one, a whole one! Be moderate; you'le take the next beggar you meete elſe; & then the Ladyes expectation yonder will be fruſtrate. Ha! ha! he! Super naculum! my old bully lively, my authentick Don, ſoule of pleaſure; line of life; let's too't; ſuch a violent fit o'th ſudden! a dozen Calentures are an ague to't; twenty Juleps will not coole one wiſh. Let's have him to bed quickly, and b'ele him warme; Bonum erit ſi ſudaverit, Foh! his breath ſtinkes oth Univerſity. Signior tis not perfum'd: —now will I goe fetch theſe Ladyes to him; & if he have courage enough but to ſpeak to 'em; I'le forfeit my art, and turne tooth-drawer. My Lord! — Villaine! The injury! I am not any way conſcious.— Traytor thou lyeſt; Hell, and thy ſelfe the greater miſchiefe, has Conſpir'd to ruine goodneſſe. — Madame! y'have view'd theſe gardens;—has not art Sweetely conſpir'd with nature, to make up A pleaſure of variety? It takes exceedingly.— What do's? Pretty indeede, To have theſe flowers reade morall lectures to us. Yet Madame, you can finde in your heart to treade Them underfoote, ſcorning as much the beauty, As the rare ſenſe they cary. Yes I can, Yet ſtreight I turne, and plucke 'em; —binde 'em up, In one faire volume, thus — And what reade you, pray? The emblemes of true vertues in each leafe, Imprinted there, at natures proper charges. What thinke you of this Lilly? It figures innocence. Weare it in your boſome. Innocence indeed Should be the breaſts faire individuall mate. It will become you well. So will this crowne Imperiall your head, Pray ſtick it there. I ſhould be the envie of the Court then, T'is a pretty flower, what think you if I carry it to the Princeſſe? Fit, very apt and fit, lady, — as fit A gift, as this were for a Lord, an hony-ſuckle, The amorous woodbindes off-ſpring; it emblemes love; You would not have us make love? This myſticke way has bin allow'd of; And practis'd? Yes, and practis'd.