Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Why, how now Mistress; what, is it love that makes you weep, and toss and turn so a-nights when you are in bed? Saint Leonard grant you fall not love sick. ay, that's the point, that pierceth to the quick, Would Atropos would cut my vital thread And so make lavish of my loathed life: Or gentle heavens would smile with fair aspect, And so give better fortunes to my love. Why, be't not a plague to be a prisoner to mine own father? Yes, ants a shame for him to use you so too. But be of good cheer Mistress: I'll go to Sophos every day I'll bring you tidings and tokens too from him (I'll warrant ye,) and if he will send you a kiss or two, I'll bring it, let me alone, I am good at a dead lift. Marry, I cannot blame you for loving of Sophos. Why, he's a man as one should picture him in wax. But Mistress, out upon'ns, wipe your eyes. For here comes another wooer. Mistress Lelia, God speed you. That's more than we need at this time, for we are doing nothing. I were as good say a good word as a bad. But it's more wisdom to say nothing at all, then speak to no purpose. My purpose is to wive you. And mine, is never to wed you. Belike, you're in love with somebody else. No, but she's lustily promised: Hear you: you with long rifle by your side, do you lack a wife? Call you this a rifle? it's a good back sword. Why, than you with back sword, let's see your back. Nay, I must speak with Mistress Lelia before I go. What would you with me? Marry, I have heard very well of you, and so has my father too. And he has sent me to you a-wooing, And if you have any mind of marriage, I hope I shall maintain you as well as any husbandman's wife in the Country. Maintain her with what? Marry, with my Lands and livings my father has promised me. I have heard much of your wealth: but I never, knew your manners before now. Faith, I have no Manors, but a pretty homestall, and we have great store of Oxen, and Horses, and Carts, and Ploughs, and household stuff abomination: And great flocks of sheep, and flocks of Geese, and Capons, and Hens, and Ducks; O, we have a fine yard of Pullen. And thank God: here's a fine weather for my father's Lambs. I cannot live content in discontent. For as no music can delight the ears, Where all the parts of Discords are composed: So wedlock bands will still consist in jars, Where in condition there's no sympathy. Then rest yourself contented with this answer, I cannot love.
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Why, how now Miſtreſſe; what, is it loue that makes you weepe, and toſſe and tourne ſo a nights when you are in bed? Saint Leonard grant you fall not loue ſicke. I, thats the point, that pearceth to the quicke, Would Atropos would cut my vitall threed And ſo make lauiſh of my loathed life: Or gentle heauens would ſmile with faire aſpect, And ſo giue better fortunes to my loue. Why, iſt not a plague to be a priſoner to mine own father? Yes, ants a ſhame for him to vſe you ſo too. But be of good cheare Miſtreſſe: Ile go to Sophos euery day Ile bring you tidings and tokens too from him (Ile warrant yee,) and if he wil ſend you a kiſſe or two, Ile bring it, let me alone, I am good at a dead lift. Marry, I cannot blame you for louing of Sophos. Why, hees a man as one ſhould picture him in waxe. But Miſtreſſe, out vpons, wipe your eyes. For here comes another wooer. Miſtreſſe Lelia, God ſpeed you. Thats more then we neede at this time, for we are doing nothing. I were as good ſay a good word as a bad. But its more wiſedome to ſay nothing at all, then ſpeake to no purpoſe. My purpoſe is to wiue you. And mine, is nr to wed you. Belike, yare in loue with ſome body elſe. No, but ſhees luſtily promiſ'd: Heare you: you with long rifle by your ſide, do you lacke a wife? Call you this a rifle? its a good backe word. Why, then you with backe ſword, lets ſee your backe. Nay, I muſt ſpeake with Miſtreſſe Lelia before I goe. What would you with me? Marry, I haue heard verie wel of you, and ſo has my father too. And he has ſent me to you a woeing, And if you haue any minde of marriage, I hope I ſhal maintaine you as wel as any husbandmans wife in the Countrie. Maintaine her with what? Marrie, with my Lands and liuings my father has promiſ'd me. I haue heard much of your wealth: but I neuer, knew your manners before now. Faith, I haue no Mannors, but a prittie homeſtall, and we haue great ſtore of Oxen, and Horſes, and Carts, and Plowes, and houſhold ſtuffe bomination: And great flocks of ſheepe, and flocks of Geeſe, and Capons, and Hens, and Duckes; O, we haue a fine yarde of Pullen. And thanke God: heres a fine weather for my fathers Lambes. I cannot liue content in diſcontent. For as no muſicke can delight the eares, Where all the parts of Diſcords are compoſed: So wedlocke bands will ſtill conſiſt in iarres, Where in condition theres no ſympathie. Then reſt your ſelfe contented with this anſwere, I cannot loue.