Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Why you see so doth the sea, it borrows of all the small Currents in the world, to increase himself. ay, but the sea pays it again, and so will never your son. No more would the sea neither, if it were as dry as my son. Then brother, I see you rather like these vices in your son, Than any way condemn them. Nay mistake me not brother, for though I slur them over now, As things slight and nothing, his crimes being in the bud, It would gall my heart, they should ever reign in him. Ho! who's within ho? That's your son, he is come to borrow more money. For Godsake give it out I am dead, see how he'll take it, Say I have brought you news from his father. I have here drawn a formal will, as it were from myself, Which I'll deliver him. Go to brother, no more: I will. Uncle, where are you Uncle? within, Let my cousen in there. I am a Sailor come from Venice, and my name is Christopher. By the Lord, in truth Uncle. In truth would a served cousen, without the Lord. By your leave Uncle, the Lord, is the Lord of truth. A couple of rascals at the gate, set upon me for my purse. You never come, but you bring a brawl in your mouth. By my truth Uncle, you must needs lend me ten pound. Give my cousen some small beer here. Nay look you, you turn it to a jest now, by this light, I should ride to Croyden fair, to meet sir Lancelot Spurcock, I should have his daughter Luce, and for scurvy ten pound, a man shall lose nine hundred threescore and odd pounds, and a daily friend beside, by this hand Uncle 'tis true. Why, any thing is true for aught I know. To see now: why you shall have my bond Uncle, or Tom Whites, Iames Brocks: or Nick Hall's, as good rapier and dagger men, as any be in England, let's be damned if we do not pay you, the worst of us all will not damn ourselves for ten pound. A pox often pound. Cousen, this is not the first time I have believed you. Why trust me now, you know not what may fall: If one thing were but true, I would not greatly care, I should not need ten pound, but when a man cannot be believed, there's it. Why what is it cousen? Mary this Uncle, can you tell me if the Katernhue be come home or no? I marry be't. By God I thank you for that news. What be't in the pool can you tell? It is; what of that? What? why then I have six pieces of vellet sent me I'll give you a piece Uncle: for thus said the letter, A piece of Ash-colour, a three piled black, a coloured decoy, A crimson, a sad green, and a purple: yes i'faith. From whom should you receive this?
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Why you see so doth the sea, it borrowes of all the smal Currents in the world, to encrease himselfe. I, but the sea paies it againe, and so will neuer your son. No more would the sea neither, if it were as dry as my sonne. Then brother, I see you rather like these vices in your sonne, Then any way condemne them. Nay mistake me not brother, for tho I slur them ouer now, As things slight and nothing, his crimes being in the budde, It would gall my heart, they should euer raigne in him. Ho! whoes within ho? That's your sonne, hee is come to borrowe more money. For Godsake giue it out I am dead, see how hele take it, Say I haue brought you newes from his father. I haue here drawne a formall will, as it were from my selfe, Which Ile deliuer him. Goetoo brother, no more: I will. Vnckle, where are you Vnckle? within, Let my cousen in there. I am a Sayler come from Uenice, and my name is Christopher. By the Lord, in truth Vnckle. In truth would a seru'd cousen, without the Lord. By your leaue Vnckle, the Lord, is the Lord of truth. A couple of rascalles at the gate, set vpon me for my purse. You neuer come, but you bring a brawle in your mouth. By my truth Vnckle, you must needes lend me tenne pound. Giue my cousen some small beere here. Nay looke you, you turne it to a iest now, by this light, I should ryde to Croydon fayre, to meete syr Lancelot Spurrock, I should haue his daughter Luce, and for scuruy Tenne pound, a man shal loose nine hundred three-score and odde pounds, and a daily friend beside, by this hande Vnckle tis true. Why, any thing is true for ought I know. To see now: why you shall haue my bond Vnckle, or Tom Whites, Iames Brocks: or Nick Halls, as good rapyer and dagger men, as any be in England, lets be dambn'd if wee doe not pay you, the worst of vs all will not damne our selues for ten ponnd. A poxe often pound. Cousen, this is not the first time I haue beleeu'd you. Why trust me now, you know not what may fall: If one thing were but true, I would not greatly care, I should not neede ten pound, but when a man cannot be beleeued, ther's it. Why what is it cousen? Mary this Vnckle, can you tell me if the Katernhue be come home or no? I mary ist. By God I thanke you for that newes. What ist in the poole can you tell? It is; what of that? What? why then I haue sixe peeces of vellet sent me Ile giue you a peece Vnckle▪ for thus said the letter, A peece of Ashcolour, a three pilde black, a colourde deroy, A crimson, a sad greene, and a purple: yes yfaith. From whom should you receiue this?