Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Are you but men, and dare do this? O spare Lysander, sheath your swords in me. we'll not expostulate: take that. And that. O Lysander! Stay, stay, let me but breathe my last Upon her lips, and I'll forgive this Butchery. Cowards, Villains, Miscreants, have you left me? But o my fairest, whether art thou fled? Fear has made pale those cheeks that were so read. I'll follow thee: they shall not dare to touch The lest hem of thy garments. But o, I faint; And must surrender up to earth that part I took from her. Gloriana, o Gloriana! We may for recreation walk, And use some pretty harmless talk. Religion does not tie us to A stricter course than we can do. 'tis dangerous walking, every field Doth naught but sounds of horror yield, And to my fancy doth appear Poor slaughtered Maids; the Butchers bear The name of Lovers, and can find A way in kill to be kind. Ah me, whence came that groan? It is a Shepherd wounded sore. Sure I've seen this face before! O 'tis Lysander the truest Swain, That ever breathed on Grove or Plaine. What, is he marked for present death? Not, there is hopes of life: his breath I feel come coldly. Help him in. Pan be just, reward this sin. The devil and his dam I think have carried away my Master; I cannot find him in never a Wenches placuit, (pocket I should say) and yet I have been in a simple many since I came among these Mutton-Mongers, these sheep-eaters, unless they have hide him among their wool, I cannot imagine where he should be I will wear my shoes to pieces but I'll find him. Religious Matron, from your divine hand I have received my life next to heaven's providence: Sure my wounds were not desperate, or else Some Angel did afford a sovereign Balsam To cure 'em in such an instant: but howsoever, I must ascribe it to your pious care: For which I own you more than I can pay, Unless it be my life. The Surgery I use is sent from Heaven, And you own them your life, not me. But Florida, Did you ne'er hear of your Cliton since? Never. Yet I would gladly see him, did I know By what means to achieve it? Dear friend, the stories of us both if weighed In an equal balance, would poise each other Yet to put her love to the Test, I'll undertake your message. Thou will't endear me to thee than, about it. You herded how Cloe came to our happy Cure. Never. The Wood Nymphs brought her to our Cell, finding Her strayed where ever since sh'as been. If you will with me, I'll promise' you, you shall see your Cliton: On those conditions I william Whether now? Not farther than with your consent, and if you please, yo● may go with us.
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Are you but men, and dare doe this? Oh spare Lysander, sheath your swords in me. Wee'l not expostulate: take that. And that. Oh Lysander! Stay, stay, let me but breath my last Upon her lips, and I'le forgive this Butchery. Cowards, Villaines, Miscreants, have you left me? But oh my fairest, whether art thou fled? Feare has made pale those cheekes that were so red. I'le follow thee: they shall not dare to touch The least hem of thy garments. But oh, I faint; And must surrender up to earth that part I tooke from her. Gloriana, oh Gloriana! Wee may for recreation walk, And use some pretty harmlesse talk. Religion does not tye us to A stricter course than wee can doe. Tis dangerous walking, every field Doth nought but sounds of horror yeeld, And to my fancie doth appeare Poore slaughter'd Maids; the Butchers beare The name of Lovers, and can finde A way in killing to be kinde. Ah me, whence came that groane? It is a Shepheard wounded sore. Sure I've seene this face before! Oh 'tis Lysander th' truest Swaine, That ever breath'd on Grove or Plaine. What, is hee mark'd for present death? No, there is hopes of life: his breath I feele come coldly. Help him in. Pan be just, reward this sin. The devill and his dam I think have carri'd away my Master; I cannot finde him in never a Wenches placuit, (pocket I should say) and yet I have beene in a simple many since I came among these Mutton-Mongers, these sheepe-eaters, unlesse they have hid him amongst their wooll, I cannot imagine where hee should be I will weare my shooes to peeces but I'le finde him. Religious Matron, from your divine hand I have receiv'd my life next to heavens providence: Sure my wounds were not desperate, or else Some Angell did afford a soveraigne Balsome To cure 'em in such an instant: but howsoever, I must ascribe it to your pious care: For which I owe you more than I can pay, Unlesse it be my life. The Surgery I use is sent from Heaven, And you owe them your life, not me. But Florida, Did you ne're heare of your Cliton since? Never. Yet I would gladly see him, did I know By what meanes to atchieve it? Deare friend, the stories of us both if weigh'd In an equall ballance, would poize each other Yet to put her love to the Test, I'le undertake your message. Thou wilt endeare me to thee then, about it. You heard how Cloe came to our happy Cure. Never. The Wood Nymphes brought her to our Cell, finding Her stray'd where ever since sh'as bin. If you will with mee, I'le promise you, you shall see your Cliton: On those conditions I will. Whether now? No farther than with your consent, and if you please, yo may goe with us.