Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
No sir, I will hold out as long as I may, Though in the end you bear the fool away. Mean you by me? you gull me not? No by this night, not I. For if you did, I would intoxicate my head. Yea, I dare swore you'll go a fool to bed. Mean you by me? you gull me not? No, I dare swear the Gentlewoman means well. And so I do indeed, himself can tell: But this it is, speak Maidens what they will, Men are so captious they'll ever construe ill. To her sir, to her, I dare swore she loves you. Well then fair Mall, you love me as you say. I never made you promise, did I, I pray? All in good time you will do, else you lie, Will you not? No forsooth not I. Barnard, she gulls me still. 'tis but your misconceit, try her again: You know by course all women must be coy; To her again, than she may happily yield. Not I, in faith. Then mine shall be the field: Wisdom, adieu, once more faint heart farewell; Yet if thou seest the Drawer, I prithee tell him, Mall Berry hath more work for him to do; And for yourself, learn this when you do woe, Arm you with courage, and with good take heed, For he that spares to speak must spare to speed, And so farewell. Call her again, Barnard. she's too swift for me: Why this is the right course of gullery, What did you mean having so fair an aim So fondly to let slip so fair a game? Bowdler become a man for maids will stand, And then strike home, art thou not young and lusty, The minion of delight, fair from thy birth, Adonis' playfere, and the pride of earth? I know it, but a kind of honest blood Tilts in my loins, with wanton appetites, She bade me do a message to the Drawer, And I will do it; there will come a day, When Humphrey Bowdler, will keep holiday, Than Mall look to yourself, see that you be sped, Or by this light I'll have your maidenhead. Spoke like a gallant, spoke like a gentleman, spoke like yourself: Now do I see some sparks of manhood in you, Keep in that key, keep in the self same song, I'll gauge my head you'll have her love ere long. Wilt thou not tell me (brother Ferdinand) Now by this light I'll haunt thee like a sprite, Until I know whence springs this melancholy. O brother! Thou art too young to reach the depth of grief, That is immured within my hearts deep closet, A thousand sighs keep daily sentinel, That beat like whirlwinds all my comfort back, As many sobs guard my distressed heart, That no relief comes near to aid my soul, Millions of woes like bands of armed men, Stop up the passage of my sweet relief: And art thou then persuaded that thy words, Can any comfort to my soul afford? No, no, good Frank, dear brother then forbear, Unless with grief in me you'll take a share.
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No sir, I will hold out as long as I may, Though in the end you beare the foole away. Meane you by me? you gull me not? No by this night, not I. For if you did, I would intoxicate my head. Yea, I dare sware you'le goe a foole to bed. Meane you by mee? you gull me not? No, I dare sweare the Gentlewoman meanes well. And so I doe indeed, himselfe can tell: But this it is, speake Maidens what they will, Men are so captions the 'ile euer conster ill. To her sir, to her, I dare sware she loues you. Well then faire Mall, you loue me as you say. I neuer made you promise, did I, I pray? All in good time you will do, else you lie, Will you not? No for-sooth not I. Barnard, she gulles me still. T'is but your mis-conceit, try her againe: You know by course all women must be coy; To her againe, then she may happely yeeld. Not I, in faith. Then mine shall be the field: Wisedome, adue, once more faint heart farewell; Yet if thou seest the Drawer, I prethee tell him, Mall Berry hath more worke for him to doe; And for your selfe, learne this when you doe woe, Arme you with courage, and with good take heede, For he that spares to speake must spare to speede, And so farewell. Call her againe, Barnard. Shee's too swift for me: Why this is the right course of gullerie, What did you meane hauing so faire an aime So fondly to let slip so faire a game? Bowdler become a man for maides will stand, And then strike home, art thou not yong and lustie, The minion of delight, faire from thy birth, Adonis play-pheere, and the pride of earth? I know it, but a kind of honest blood Tilts in my loynes, with wanton appetites, She bade me doe a message to the Drawer, And I will doe it; there will come a day, When Humfry Bowdler, will keepe holiday, Then Mall looke to your selfe, see that you be sped, Or by this light Ile haue your maidenhead. Spoke like a gallant, spoke like a gentleman, spoke like your selfe: Now doe I see some sparkes of manhoode in you, Keepe in that key, keepe in the selfe same song, Ile gage my head youle haue her loue ere long. Wilt thou not tell me (brother Ferdinand) Now by this light Ile haunt thee like a sprite, Vntill I know whence springs this melancholy. O brother! Thou art too yong to reach the depth of griefe, That is immur'd within my hearts deepe closet, A thousand sighes keepe daily centinell, That beate like whirle-winds all my comfort backe, As many sobbes guard my distressed heart, That no reliefe comes neere to ayde my soule, Millions of woes like bands of armed men, Stop vp the passage of my sweete reliefe: And arte thou then perswaded that thy wordes, Can any comfort to my soule afford? No, no, good Franke, deere brother then forbeare, Vnlesse with griefe in me youle take a share.