Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Master, here comes your son again. Is Fortunatus there? Welcome Fortunatus: where's Sophos? Here Sophos is, as much o'erworn with love, As you with grief for loss of Lelia. And ten times more if it be possible. The love of Lelia is to me more dear, Then is a kingdom or the richest crown That ere adorned the temples of a king. Then welcome Sophos: thrice more welcome now Then any man on earth to me or mine. It is not now with me as late it was; I lowered at learning, and at virtue spurned: But now my heart and mind and all is turned. Were Lelia here, I soon would knit the knot Twixt her and thee, that time could near untie, Till fatal sister's victory had won, And that your glass of life were quite outrun Sounds, I think he be spur-blind. Why, Lelia stands hard by him. And Lelia here falls prostrate on her knee. And craves a pardon for her late offence. What Lelia, my daughter? stand up wench: Why now my joy is full: My heart is lightened of all sad annoy: Now farewell grief, and welcome home my joy. Here Sophos, take thy Lelia's hand: Great God of heaven your hearts combine In virtues lore to raise a happy line. Now Phaeton hath checked his fiery steeds, And quenched his burning beams that late were wont To melt my waxen wings whenas I soared aloft: And lovely Venus smiles with fair aspect Upon the Spring time of our sacred love; Thou great commander of the circled Orbs, Grant, that this league of lasting amity May lie recorded by Eternity. Then wished content knit up our Nuptial right: And future joys our former griefs requite. Nay an you be good at that, I'll tell you what we'll do. I must be married tomorrow; and if you will, we'll go all tuth Church together: and so save Sir Iohn a labour. Agreed. Then march along, and let's be gone, To solemnize two marriages in one. GEntles, all compassed in this circled round, Whose kind aspects do patronize our sports: To you I'll bend as low as to the earth, In all the humble compliments of courtesy. But if there be, (as 'tis no doubt there is) In all this round some cynic censurers, Whose only skill consists in finding faults, That have like Midas mighty Asses ears, Quick judgements that will strike at every stale, And perhaps such as can make a large discourse Out of Scoggins jests, or the hundred merry tales: Marry if you go any further, 'tis beyond their reading; To these I say, I scorn to lend a look, And bid them vanish vapours, and so let them pass. But to the other sort, that hear with love, and judge with favour, To them we leave, to censure of our play: And if they like our plays Catastrophe, Then let them grace it with a Plaudite.
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Maſter, here comes your ſonne againe▪ Is Fortunatus there? Welcome Fortunatus▪ wheres Sophos? Here Sophos is, as much ore-worne with loue, As you with griefe for loſſe of Lelia. And ten times more if it be poſſible. The loue of Lelia is to me more deare, Then is a kingdome or the richeſt crowne That ere adornd the temples of a king. Then welcome Sophos: thrice more welcome now Then any man on earth to me or mine. It is not now with me as late it was; I lowrd at learning, and at vertue ſpurnd: But now my heart and mind and all is tournd. Were Lelia here▪ I ſoone would knit the knot Twixt her and thee, that time could nere vnti, Till fatall ſiſters victorie had wonne, And that your glaſſe of life were quite Sounds, I thinke he be ſpur-blind. Why, Lelia ſtands hard by him. And Lelia here falles proſtrate on her knee. And craues a pardon for her late offence. What Lelia, my daughter? ſtand vp wench: Why now my ioy is full: My heart is lightned of all ſad annoy: Now farewell griefe, and welcome home my ioy. Here Sophos, take thy Lelias hand: Great God of heauen your hearts combine In virtues lore to raiſe a happie line. Now Phaeton hath checkt his fierie ſteeds, And quencht his burning beames that late were wont To melt my waxen winges when as I ſoard aloft: And louely Venus ſmiles with faire aſpect Vpon the Spring time of our ſacred loue; Thou great commander of the circled Orbs, Grant, that this league of laſting amitie May lye recorded by Eternitie. Then wiſht content knit vp our Nuptiall right: And future ioyes our former griefes requite. Nay an you be good at that, Ile tel you what weele doe. I muſt be married to morrow; and if you will, weele goe all tuth Church together: and ſo ſaue Sir Iohn a labour. Agreed. Then march along, and lets be gon, To ſolemnize two marriages in one. GEntles, all compaſt in this circled rounde, Whoſe kind aſpects do patronize our ſports: To you Ile bend as low as to the earth, In all the humble complements of curteſie. But if there be, (as tis no doubt there is) In all this round ſome Cinique cenſurers, Whoſe onely ſkill conſiſts in finding faults, That haue like Midas mightie Aſſes eares, Quicke iudgements that will ſtrike at euerie ſtale, And perhaps ſuch as can make a large diſcourſe Out of Scoggins ieſts, or the hundred merrie tales: Marrie if you go any further, tis beyond their reading; To theſe I ſay, I ſcorne to lend a looke, And bid them vaniſh vapours, and ſo let them paſſe. But to the other ſort, that heare with loue, and iudge with fauour, To them we leaue, to cenſure of our play: And if they like our playes Cataſtrophe, Then let them grace it with a Plaudite.