Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Yes, and you are the spy: And the spied Spy, that watch upon my walks, To inform what Deer I kill, or give away! Where! when! to whom! but spy your worst, good Spy! I will dispose of this where lest you like! Fall to your cheesecakes, curds, and clawted cream, Your fools, your flaunes; and of ale a stream To wash it from your livers: strain ewes milk Into your Cider sillabubs, and be drunk To him, whose Fleece hath brought the earliest Lamb This year; and wears the Baudrick at your board! Where you may all go whistle; and record This i' your dance: and foot it lustily. I pray you friends, do you hear? and see, as I do? Did the same accents strike your ears? and objects? Your eyes, as mine? We taste the same reproaches! Have seen the changes! Are we not all changed, Transformed from ourselves? I do not know! The best is silence! And to await the issue. The dead, or lazy wait for't: I will found it. HAve I not left 'em in a brave confusion? Amazed their expectation? got their Venison? Troubled their mirth, and meeting? made them doubtful, And jealous of each other? all distracted? And, i' the close, uncertain of themselves? This can your Mother do my dainty Douce! Take any shape upon her! and delude The senses, best acquainted with their Owners! The jolly Robin, who ' hath bid this feast, And made this solemn invitation; I ha' possessed so, with sick dislikes Of his own Marian, that all-bee ' he know her, As doth the vaulting hart, his venting hind, He nêre fra' hence, shall neis her i' the wind, To his first liking. Did you so distaste him? As far as her proud scorning him, could 'bate Or blunt the edge of any Lover's temper. But were ye like her mother? So like Douce, As had she seen me her sel', her sel' had doubted Whether had been the liker of the twâ! This can your Mother do, I tell you Daughter! I ha' but dight ye, yet; i'the out-dresse; And ' parraile of Earine! but this raiment, These very weeds, shall make ye, as but coming In view or ken of Aeglamour, your form Shall show too slippery to be looked upon! And all the Forest swear you to be she! They shall rin after ye, and wage the odds, Upo' their own deceived sights, ye ' are her! Whilst she (poor Lass) is stocked up in a tree: Your brother Lorells prize! For so my largess, Hath lotted her, to be your brother's Mistress; Give she can be reclaimed: give not, his Prey! And here he comes, new claithed, like a Prince Of Swine ards! sike he seems! dight i'the spoils Of those he feeds! A mighty Lord of Swine! He is command now, to woe. Let's step aside, And hear his love-craft! See, he opes the door! And takes her by the hand, and helps her forth! This is true courtship, and becomes his ray.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Yes, and you are the ſpie: And the ſpi'd Spie, that watch upon my walkes, To informe what Deere I kill, or give away! Where! when! to whom! but ſpie your worſt, good Spie! I will diſpoſe of this where leaſt you like! Fall to your cheeſe-cakes, curdes, and clawted creame, Your fooles, your flaunes; and of ale a ſtreame To waſh it from your livers: ſtraine ewes milke Into your Cider ſillabubs, and be drunke To him, whoſe Fleece hath brought the earlieſt Lambe This yeare; and weares the Baudrick at your bord! Where you may all goe whiſtle; and record This i' your dance: and foot it luſtily. I pray you friends, doe you heare? and ſee, as I doe? Did the ſame accents ſtrike your eares? and objects? Your eyes, as mine? Wee taſte the ſame reproches! Have ſeen the changes! Are wee not all chang'd, Transformed from our ſelves? I do not know! The beſt is ſilence! And to await the iſſue. The dead, or lazie wait for't: I will find it. HAve I not left 'em in a brave confuſion? Amaz'd their expectation? got their Veniſon? Troubled their mirth, and meeting? made them doubtfull, And jealous of each other? all diſtracted? And, i' the cloſe, uncertaine of themſelves? This can your Mother doe my daintie Douce! Take anie ſhape upon her! and delude The ſenſes, beſt acquainted with their Owners! The jolly Robin, who' hath bid this feaſt, And made this ſolemne invitation; I ha' poſſeſſed ſo, with ſyke dislikes Of his owne Marian, that all-bee 'he know her, As doth the vauting hart, his venting hind, Hee nêre fra' hence, ſall neis her i' the wind, To his firſt liking. Did you ſo diſtate him? As farre as her proud ſcorning him, could 'bate Or blunt the edge of any Lovers temper. But were yee like her mother? So like Douce, As had ſhee ſeen me her ſel', her ſel 'had doubted Whether had been the liker off the twâ! This can your Mother doe, I tell you Daughter! I ha' but dight yee, yet; i'the out-dreſſe; And 'parraile of Earine! but this raiment, Theſe very weeds, ſall make yee, as but comming In view or ken of Aeglamour, your forme Shall ſhow too ſlipperie to be look'd upon! And all the Forreſt ſweare you to be ſhee! They ſhall rin after yee, and wage the odds, Upo' their owne deceived ſights, yee' are her! Whilſt ſhee (poore Laſſe) is ſtock'd up in a tree: Your brother Lorells prize! For ſo my largeſſe, Hath lotted her, to be your brothers Miſtreſſe; Gif ſhee can be reclaim'd: gif not, his Prey! And here he comes, new claithed, like a Prince Of Swine ards! ſike he ſeemes! dight i'the ſpoiles Of thoſe he feedes! A mightie Lord of Swine! He is command now, to woo. Lets ſtep aſide, And heare his love-craft! See, he opes the dore! And takes her by the hand, and helpes her forth! This is true court-ſhip, and becomes his ray.