Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Why Nurse, I am sure that Lelia hears from Once a day at least by Churms the Lawyer, Who is his only friend. What, young Master? God bless mine eye sight: Now by my maidenhead you're welcome home, I am sure my Mistress will be glad to see you. But what said you of Master Churms? Marry, I say he's a well willer to my sister Lelia, And a secret friend to Sophos. Marry the Devil he is: trust him and hang him. Why, he cannot speak a good word on him to my old Master, and he does so ruffle before my Mistress with his barbarian eloquence, and strut before her in a pair of Polonian legs, as if he were gentleman Usher to the great Turk, or the Devil of Dowgate: And if my Mistress would be ruled by him, Sophos might go snick up: But he has such a buttermilk face, that she'll never have him. Can falsehood lurk in those enticing looks? And deep dissemblance lie where truth appears? Injurious villain to betray his friend. Sir, do you know the Gentleman? Faith not well. Why Sir, he looks like a red herring at a Noble man's table on Easter day, and he speaks nothing but Almond butter and sugar Candie. That's excellent. This worlds the Chaos of confusion: No world at all but Mass of open wrongs, Wherein a man, as in a Map man see The high road way from woe to misery. Content yourself, and leave these passions, Now do I sound the depth of all their drifts, The devils device and Churms his knavery, On whom this heart hath vowed to be revenged. I'll scatter them: the plots already in my head. Nurse high thee home, commend me to my sister: Bid her this night send for Master Churms, To him she must recount her many griefs, Exclaim against her father's hard constraint, And so cunningly temporize with this cunning Catso, That he may think she loves him as her life. Bid her tell him, that if by any means He can convey her forth her father's gate, Unto a secret friend of hers; The way to whom lyes by this forrest e. That none but he shall have her to his bride. For her departure let her point the time Tomorrow night: when Vesper 'gins to shine, Here will I be when Lelia comes this way Accompanied with her gentleman Usher, Whose amorous thoughts do dream on nought but love; And if this Bastinado hold, I'll make him leave his wench with Sophos for a pawn: Let me alone to use him in his kind, This is the trap which for him I have laid, Thus craft by cunning once shall be betrayed, And for the Devil, I'll conjure him: Good Nurse be gone: bid her not fail, And for a token, bear to her this Ring Which well she knows, for when I saw her last It was her favour, and she gave it me.
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Why Nurſe, I am ſure that Lelia heares from Once a day at leaſt by Churms the Lawyer, Who is his onely friend. What, yong Maſter? God bleſſe mine eye ſight: Now by my maydenhead yare welcome home, I am ſure my Miſtreſſe will be glad to ſee you. But what ſaid you of Maſter Churms? Marrie, I ſay hees a well willer to my ſiſter Lelia, And a ſecret friend to Sophos. Marrie the Diuel he is: truſt him and hang him. Why, hee cannot ſpeake a good worde on him to my olde Maſter, and he does ſo ruffle before my Miſtreſſe with his barbarian eloquence, and ſtrut before her in a paire of Polonian legges, as if hee were gentleman Vſher to the great Turke, or the Diuell of Dowgate: And if my Miſtreſſe would be rul'd by him, Sophos might go ſnick vp: But he has ſuch a buttermilke face, that ſhoole neuer haue him. Can falhood lurke in thoſe inticing lookes? And deepe diſnce lie where truth appeares? Iniurious villaine to betray his friend. Sir, do you know the Gentleman? Faith not well. Why Sir, hee lookes like a red herring at a Noble mans table on Eaſter day, and he ſpeakes nothing but Almond butter and ſuger Candie. Thats excellent. This worlds the Chaos of confuſion: No world at all but Maſſe of open wrongs, Wherein a man, as in a Map man ſee The high road way from woe to miſerie. Content your ſelfe, and leaue theſe paſſions, Now do I ſound the depth of all their drifts, The Diuels deuiſe and Churms his knauerie, On whom this heart hath vowed to be reueng'd. Ile ſcatter them: the plots alreadie in my head. Nurſe hye thee home, commend me to my ſiſter: Bid her this night ſend for Maſter Churms, To him ſhe muſt recount her many griefes, Exclaime againſt her fathers hard conſtraint, And ſo cunningly temporize with this cunning Catſ, That he may thinke ſhe loues him as her life. Bid her tell him, that if by any meanes He can conuey her forth her fathers gate, Vnto a ſecret friend of hers; The way to whom lyes by this forreſt e. That none but he ſhall haue her to his bride. For her departure let her point the time To morrow night: when Veſper gins to ſhine, Here will I be▪ when Lelia comes this way Accompanied with her gentleman Vſher, Whoſe amorous thoughts do dreame on nought but loue; And if this Baſtinado hold, Ile make him leaue his wench with Sophos for a pawne: Let me alone to vſe him in his kind, This is the trap which for him I haue laid, Thus craft by cunning once ſhal be betraid, And for the Diuell, Ile coniure him: Good Nurſe be gon: bid her not faile, And for a token, beare to her this Ring Which well ſhee knowes, for when I ſaw her laſt It was her fauour, and ſhe gaue it me.