Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Either the four elements, the seven planets and all the particular stars of the pole Antarctic, are adversative against me, or else I was begotten and borne in the wane of the Moon, when every thing is saith Lactantius in his fourth book of Consultations doth say, goeth assward. I masters I, you may laugh, but I must weep; you may joy, but I must sorrow; shedding salt tears from the watery fountains of my most dainty fair eyes, along my comely and smooth cheeks, in as great plenty as the water runneth from the bucking-tubs, or red wine out of the hog's heads: for trust me gentlemen and my very good friends, and so forth: the little god, nay the desperate god Cuprit, with one of his vengible birdbolts, hath shot me unto the heel: so not only, but also, oh fine phrase, I burn, I burn, and I burn a, in love, in love, and in love a, ah Strumbo what has thou seen, not Dina with the Ass Tom? Yea with these eyes thou hast seen her, and therefore pull them out: for they will work thy bale. Ah Strumbo hast thou heard, not the voice of the Nightingale, but a voice sweeter than hers, yea with these ears hast thou heard them, and therefore cut them off, for they have caused they sorrow. Nay Strumbo kill thyself, drown thyself, hang thyself, starve thyself. Oh but then I shall leave my sweet heart. Oh my heart, Now pate for thy master, I will dite an aliquant love-pistol to her, and then she hearing the grand verbosity of my scripture, will love me presently. My pen is nought, gentlemen lend me a knife, I think the more haste the worst speed. So it is mistress Dorothie, and the sole essence of my soul, that the little sparkles of affection kindled in me towards your sweet self, hath now increased to a great flame, and will ere it be long consume my poor heart, except you with the pleasant water of your secret fountain, quench the furious heat of the same. Alas I am a gentleman of good fame, and name, majestical, in 'parel comely, in gate portly. Let not therefore your gentle heart be so hard as to despise a proper tall young man of a handsome life, and by despising him, not only, but also to kill him. Thus expecting time and tide, I bid you farewell Your servant, signor Strumbo. Oh wit, Oh pate, O memory, O hand, O ink, O paper. Well now I will send it away. Trompart, Trompart, what a villain is this? Why sirrah, come when your master calls you Trompart. Anon sir. Thou knowest my pretty boy what a good master I have been to thee ever since I took thee into my service. ay sir. And how I have cherished thee always, as if you had been the fruit of my loins, flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone?
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Either the foure elements, the seuen planets and all the particuler starres of the pole Antastick, are aduersatiue against me, or else I was begotten and borne in the wane of the Moone, when euerie thing is saith Lactantius in his fourth booke of Constultations dooth say, goeth award. I maisters I, you may laugh, but I must weepe; you may ioy, but I must sorrow; sheading salt teares from the watrie fountaines of my moste daintie faire eies, along my comely and smooth cheeks, in as great plentie as the water runneth from the buckingtubbes, or red wine out of the hogs heads: for trust me gentlemen and my verie good friends, and so foorth: the little god, nay the desperate god Cuprit, with one of his vengible birdbolts, hath shot me vnto the heele: so not onlie, but also, oh fine phrase, I burne, I burne, and I burne a, in loue, in loue, and in loue a, ah Strumbo what has thou seen, not Dina with the Asse Tom? Yea with these eies thou hast seene her, and therefore pull hem out: for they will worke thy bale. Ah Strumbo hast thou heard, not the voice of the Nightingale, but a voice sweeter then hers, yea with these eares hast thou heard them, and therefore cut them off, for they haue causde they sorrow. Nay Strumbo kill thy selfe, drowne thy selfe, hang thy selfe, sterue thy selfe. Oh but then I shall leaue my sweet heart. Oh my heart, Now pate for thy maister, I will dite an aliquant loue-pistle to her, and then she hearing the grand verbositie of my scripture, will loue me presently. My penne is naught, gentlemen lend me a knife, I thinke the more haste the worst speed. So it is mistresse Dorothie, and the sole essence of my soule, that the little sparkles of affection kindled in me towards your sweet selfe, hath now increased to a great flame, and will ere it be long consume my poore heart, except you with the pleasant water of your secret fountaine, quench the furious heate of the same. Alasse I am a gentleman of good fame, and name, maiesticall, in parrell comely, in gate portlie. Let not therefore your gentle heart be so hard as to despise a proper tall yoong man of a handsome life, and by despising him, not onlie, but also to kill him. Thus expecting time and tide, I bid you farewell Your seruant, Signior Strumbo. Oh wit, Oh pate, O memorie, O hand, O incke, O paper. Well now I will send it away. Trompart, Trompart, what a villaine is this? Why sirra, come when your maister calls you Trompart. Anon sir. Thou knowest my prettie boy what a good maister I haue bene to thee euer since I tooke thee into my seruice. I sir. And how I haue cherished thee alwaies, as if you had bene the fruit of my loines, flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone?