Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
We stay too long son, pray make haste, Let us not spend time in waste. Daughter, you shall go with me, Where their pastime we may see. Hark, I hear 'em make a noise; O my hearts my bonny boys, Play your parts; when I was young I was full as stout and strong. Dearest, I must part; this calls me hence. Father, I leave you. For ever I hope, would I could prophesy, And be effectual; it should be so. Daughter, this way let us high; I an old, I'll not come nigh: Nor shalt thou my dapper Girl, Jest those staffs that often whirl Hit thy face. What again! Nay than I fear we go in vain. Yet Father let us go, that w● May know who gained the victory. Because Dame Nature, pox of all her tricks, Has not dealt so well with me as she aught, Making me but a lump of roughhewn stuff, The pettish Wenches will not play with me, Nor tick nor toy, and cause I'm apt for sport: How ever I'm formed, I've put on this disguise, To fright the baggages, when getting some Betwixt these my arms, ●'le force 'em to my will, Yet pass unknown. Thus I my senses fill. What noise is yond? Through the Woods, and through the Woods have I run after the Runaway my Master.— What art thou in the devil's name? Sirrah, I an— A devil, I knew't before: Thou shouldst be a lecherous devil by thy hairy hide: but I an no Succubus goodman devil. Dost thou fear me? O Lord, me Sir. I have met such another devil as thou art, in my Porridge dish. And didst thou know him? Know him? how do you mean know him? I should be loath to know him or thee, or he thee, or thy grand-Master me for any ill; for I have defied the devil and his works ever since the general Earthquake, and that my Mother's Cat miscarried in the horse Pond. Was thy Mother a Witch? How a Witch you devil— I'll witch you. Hold man: she was an honest woman. Nay, now thou liest, and thou beest the devil's devil: For I have herded her soberly say, she had six— Bastards by a Sowgelder before she pigged me. Hold, hold man The devil afraid of blows! I'll make you spit fire. Friendly Swain, the day is yours; you see My prayer it seems successful was to thee. Pity my maiden tears; till now, I ne'er Sued to a shepherd, but the shepherds were My suitors. Nor deem me light▪ because my love is such; I love indeed, and fear I love too much. You saved my life, my chastity, what more? Take me as one that was your own before. How much I grieve fair Shepherdess, my Fa●● Will not allow me such a just proportion, To tender thee, as thy deserts have merited From me.
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We stay too long sonne, pray make haste, Let us not spend time in waste. Daughter, you shall goe with mee, Where their pastime wee may see. Heark, I heare 'em make a noyse; Oh my hearts my bonny boyes, Play your parts; when I was young I was full as stout and strong. Dearest, I must part; this calls me hence. Father, I leave you. For ever I hope, would I could prophesie, And be effectuall; it should be so. Daughter, this way let us high; I am old, I'le not come nigh: Nor shalt thou my dapper Girle, Lest those staves that often whirle Hit thy face. What againe! Nay then I feare wee goe in vaine. Yet Father let us goe, that w May know who gain'd the victory. Because Dame Nature, pox of all her tricks, Has not dealt so well with me as shee ought, Making me but a lump of rough-hew'n stuffe, The pettish Wenches will not play with me, Nor tick nor toy, and cause I'm apt for sport: How e're I'm form'd, I've put on this disguise, To fright the baggages, when getting some 'Twixt these my armes, 'le force 'em to my will, Yet passe unknowne. Thus I my sences fill. What noyse is yon? Through the Woods, and through the Woods have I run after the Run-away my Master. — What art thou in the devils name? Sirrah, I am — A devil, I knew't before: Thou should'st be a leacherous devill by thy hayrie hide: but I am no Succubus goodman devill. Do'st thou feare me? Oh Lord, me Sir. I have met such another devill as thou art, in my Porridge dish. And didst thou know him? Know him? how doe you meane know him? I should be loth to know him or thee, or hee thee, or thy grand-Master me for any ill; for I have defi'd the devill and his works ever since the generall Earthquake, and that my Mothers Cat miscarried in the horse Pond. Was thy Mother a Witch? How a Witch you devill — I'le witch you. Hold man: shee was an honest woman. Nay, now thou ly'st, and thou be'st the devils devill: For I have heard her soberly say, shee had six — Bastards by a Sowgelder before shee pigg'd me. Hold, hold man. The devill afraid of blowes! I'le make you spet fire. Friendly Swaine, the day is yours; you see My prayer it seemes succesfull was to thee. Pitty my mayden teares; till now, I ne're Su'd to a shepheard, but the shepheards were My suiters. Nor deeme me light▪ because my love is such; I love indeed, and feare I love too much. You sav'd my life, my chastity, what more? Take me as one that was your owne before. How much I grieve faire Shepheardesse, my Fa Will not allow me such a just proportion, To render thee, as thy deserts have merited From me.