Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
So Lelia shall accept thee as her friend: meanwhile, Nurse let's in: My long absence I know, will make my father muse. So Lelia shall accept thee as her friend? Who can but ruminate upon these words? Would she had said, her love: But 'tis no matter: first creep and then go, Now her friend: the next degree is Lelia's love. Well, I'll persuade her father to let her have a little more liberty. But soft: I'll none of that neither, So the Scholar may chance cozen me. Persuade him to keep her in still: And before she'll have Peter Ploddall, she'll have anybody, and so I shall be sure that Sophos shall never come at her. Why I'll warrant ye, she'll be glad to run away with me at length. Hang him, that has no shifts. I promised Sophos, to further him in his suit: But if I do, I'll be pecked to death with hens. I swore to Gripe, I would persuade Lelia, to love Peter Ploddall. But God forgive me, 'twas the furthest end of my thought. Tut, what's an oath? every man for himself. I'll shift for one, I warrant ye. Thus have I passed the beating billows of the sea, By Ithacs rocks, and watery Neptune's bounds, And wafted safe, from Mars his bloody fields Where trumpets sound Tantara to the fight, And here arrived for to repose myself, Upon the borders of my native soil. Now Fortunatus bend thy happy course, Unto thy father's house, to greet thy dearest friends. And if that still thy aged sire survive Thy presence will revive his drooping sprites, And cause his withered cheeks be sprent with youthful blood, Where death of late was portrayed to the quick. But soft, who comes here? I wonder I hear not of Master Churms, I would fain know how he speeds, And what success he has in Lelia's love: Well, if he cozen the Scholar of her, 'twould make my worship laugh: And if he have her, he may say god a mercy Robin Goodfellow. O ware a good head as long as you live. Why, Master Gripe he casts beyond the moon, And Churms is the only man, he puts in trust with his daughter, and (I'll warrant) the old Churl would take it upon his salvation, that he will persuade her to marry Peter Ploddall: But I'll make a fool of Peter Ploddall, I'll look him i'th' face and pick his purse, Whilst Churms cozen him of his wench, And my old grandsire Holdfast of his daughter. And if he can do so: I'll teach him a trick to cozen him of his gold too. Now for Sophos, let him wear the willow garland, And play the melancholy Malcontent And pluck his hat down in his sullen eyes, And think on Lelia, in these desert groves: 'tis enough for him to have her, in his thoughts; Although he near embrace her in his arms. But now, there's a fine device comes in my head,
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So Lelia ſhal accept thee as her friend: Meane while, Nurſe lets : My long abſence I know, will make my father muſe. So Lelia ſhal accept thee as her friend? Who can but ruminate vpon theſe words? Would ſhe had ſaid, her loue: But tis no matter: firſt creepe and then goe, Now her friend: the next degree is Lelias loue. Well, Ile perſwade her father to let her haue a little more libertie. But ſoft: Ile none of that neither, So the Scholler may chance coſen me. Perſwade him to keepe her in ſtill: And before ſheele haue Peter Ploddall, ſheele haue any bodie, and ſo I ſhal be ſure that Sophos ſhal neuer come at her. Why Ile warrant ye, ſheele be glad to run away with me at length. Hang him, that has no ſhifts. I promiſ'd Sophos, to further him in his ſuite: But if I do, Ile be peckt to death with hens. I ſwore to Gripe, I would perſwade Lelia, to loue Peter Ploddall. But God forgiue me, twas the furtheſt ende of my thought. Tut, whats an othe? euerie man for himſelfe. Ile ſhift for one, I warrant ye. Thus haue I paſt the beating billows of the ſea, By Ithacs rocks, and watry Neptunes bounds, And wafted ſafe, from Mars his bloudie fields Where trumpets ſound Tantara to the fight, And here arriu'd for to repoſe my ſelfe, Vpon the borders of my natiue ſoyle. Now Fortunatus bend thy happie courſe, Vnto thy fathers houſe, to greet thy deareſt friends. And if that ſtill thy aged ſire ſuruiue Thy preſence wil reuiue his drouping ſprites, And cauſe his withered cheekes bee ſprent with youthfull bloud, Where death of late was portraid to the quicke. But ſoft, who comes here? I wonder I heare not of Maſter Churms, I would faine know how he ſpeedes, And what ſucceſſe he has in Lelias loue: Well, if he couſen the Scholler of her, Twould make my worſhip laugh: And if he haue her, hee may ſay god a mercy Robin Goodfellow. O ware a good head as long as you liue. Why, Maſter Gripe he caſts beyond the moone, And Churms is the only man, he puts in truſt with his daughter, and (Ile warrant) the old Churle would take it vpon his ſaluation, that he wil perſwade her to marry Peter Ploddall: But Ile make a foole of Peter Ploddall, Ile looke him ith face and picke his purſe, Whil'ſt Churms coſen him of his wench, And my old gandſir Holdfaſt of his daughter. And if he can do ſo: Ile teach him a tricke to coſen him of his gold too. Now for Sophos, let him weare the willow garland, And play the melancholie Malecontent And plucke his hat downe in his ſullen eyes, And thinke on Lelia, in theſe deſert groues: Tis ynough for him to haue her, in his thoughts; Although he nere imbrace her in his armes. But now, theres a fine deuiſe comes in my head,