Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Then Madam be composed as you wear wont, to music and delight, the time being Comic, will Seem short and pleasant, till his return From Portingale: and madam in this circle, Let your heart move, Honoured promotion is the sap of love. Come my soul's spaniel, my life's jetty substance, What's thy name? My names an honest name, a courtier's Name: 'tis lazarotto. What lazarotto. Or rather rotting in this lazy age, that Yields me no employments, I have mischief Within my breast more than my bulk can hold, I want a midwife to deliver it. I'll be the he one then, and rid thee soon Of this dull, leaden, and tormenting elf: Thou know'st the love betwixt Bellimperia and Andrea's bosom? ay, I do. How might I cross, it, my sweet mischief: Honey damnation how? Well: as many ways as there are paths to hell And that's enough i'faith: from usurers door There goes one path, from friars that nurse Whores, there goes another path: from broker's stalls, from rich that die and build no hospitals, Two other paths: from farmers that crack barns, With stuffing corn, yet starve the needy swarms, Another path: from drinking schools one, from Dicing houses, but from the court, none, none. Here is a slave just a the stamp, I with: Whose suck-souls, blacker than his name, Though it stand printed with a ravens quill. But lazarotto cross, my sister's love, and i'll Rain showers of Ducats in thy palm. Oh Ducats, dainty ducks forgive me, Ducats, i'll fetch you duck enough or gold, And think males, the punk wanton and the Bawd to wink. Discharge, discharge, good lazaratto, how we May cross my Sisters loving hopes. Nay? now i'll tell you. Thou knowest Andrea's gone ambassador. The better there's opportunity now list to me. Alcario the duke Medina's son, Dotes on your Sister Bellimperia, Him in her private gallery you shall place, To court her, let his protestations be, Fashioned with rich jewels, for in love, great, Gifts and gold have the best tongue to move, Let him not spare an oath, without a jewel, To bind it fast: Oh I know women's hearts What stuff they are made of, my Lord: Gifts and giving, will melt the chastest Seeming female living. Indeed andrea is but poor, though honourable, His bounty amongst soldiers soaks him dry, And there over great gifts may bewitch her eye. here's no fine villainy, no damned brother? But say she should deny his gifts, be all Composed of hate, as my mind gives me, that she wool; what then? Then thus: At his return to Spain, I'll Murder don Andrea. darest thou spirit. What dares not he do, that near hopes To Inherit. He dares be damned like thee. Dare I! Ha, ha, I have no hope of everlasting Height, my souls a Moore you know salvations White, what dare not I enact then, tush, he dies; I will make way to Bel-imperia's eyes.
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Then Madam be composd as you weare wont, to musick and delight, the time being Commick, will Séeme short and pleasant, till his returne From Portingale: and madam in this circle, Let your hart moue, Honord promotion is the sap of loue. Come my soules spaniell, my lifes ietty substance, Whats thy name? My names an honest name, a Courtiers Name: tis lazarotto. What lazarotto. Or rather rotting in this lazy age, that Yéelds me no imployments, I haue mischiefe Within my breast more then my bulke can hold, I want a midwife to deliuer it. Ile be the hée one then, and rid thée soone Of this dull, leaden, and tormenting elfe: Thou knowst the loue betwixt Bellimperia and Andreas bosome? I, I do. How might I crosse, it, my swéet mischiefe: Hunny damnation how? Well: as many waies as there are paths to hell And thats enow ifaith: from vserers doore There goes one pathe, from friers that nurse Whores, there goes another path: from brokers Stals, from rich that die and build no hospitals, Two other paths: from farmers that crack barns, With stuffing corne, yet starue the néedy swarmes, Another path: from drinking schooles one, from Dicing houses, but from the court, none, none. Héere is a slaue iust a the stampe, I with: Whose uck-soules, blacker then his name, Though it stand printed with a Rauens quill. But lazarotto crosse, my Sisters loue, and ile Raine showers of Duckets in thy palme. Oh Duckets, dainty ducks forgiue me, Duckets, ile fetch you duck inough or gold, And thinck males, the punck wanton and the Bawd to winke. Discharg, discharg, good lazaratto, how we May croe my Sisters louing hopes. Nay? now ile tell you. Thou knowest Addreas gone embassador. The better thers oppertunity now list to me. Alcario the duke Medinas sonne, Dotes on your Sister Bellimperia, Him in her priuate gallery you shall place, To court her, let his protestations be, Fashoned with rich Iewels, for in loue, great, Gifts and gold haue the best toong to moue, Let him not spare an oth, without a iewell, To bind it fast: Oh I know womens harts What stuffe they are made of, my Lord: Gifts and giuing, will melt the chaest Séeming female liuing. Indéede andrea is but poore, though honorable, His bounty amongst souldiers okes him dry, And there ore great gifts may bewitch her eie. Héeres no fine villainie, no damnd brother? But say she should deny his gifts, be all Compod of hate, as my mind giues me, that she wooll▪ what then? Then thus: At his returne to spaine, Ile Murder don Andrea. Darst thou sperit. What dares not hée do, that near hopes To Inherit. Hée dares bée damnd like thée. Dare I▪ Ha, ha, I haue no hope of euerlasting Height, my souls a Moore you know saluations White, what dare not I enact then, tush, hée dies; I will make way to Bellimperias eies.