Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Porter, I am not for you, you see I am perambulating before a female. I would crave but a word with you. Speak in time then Porter, for otherwise I do not love to answer you, and be as brief as you can, good Porter. I pray you sir, what Gentlewoman is this? Certes Porter, I serve a Gentleman, that Gentleman is father to this Gentlewoman, this Gentlewoman is a maid, this maid is fair, and this fair maid belongeth to the Exchange, and the Exchange hath not the like fair maid now Porter, put all this together, and tell me what it spells. I promise you sir, you have posed me. Then you are an ass Porter, 'tis the fair Maid of the Exchange. Her name I pray you sir. Her name Porter requires much poeticality in the subscription, and no less judgement in the understanding; her name is Phillis, not Phillis that same dainty lass that was beloved of Amintas, nor Phillis she that doted on that comely youth Demophoon, but this is Phillis, that most strange Phillis, the flower of the Exchange. What, would that Porter any thing with me? Yes Mistress, since by chance I meet you here, I'll tell you, though it not concerns myself, What I this morning saw; there is a Gentleman One master Golding the youngest of three brothers, They call him Frank; O this man lies very sick, I being at his house perchance inquired What his disease was of a servant there, Who said, the doctors cannot tell themselves, But in his fits he ever calls on Love, And prays to Love for pity, and then names you, And then names Love again, and then calls Phillis, And sometime starts, and would forsake his bed, And being asked whither, he says he would go to Phillis, My business called me hence, but I heard say His friends do mean to entreat you to take the pains To visit him, because they do suppose, The sick man loves you, and thence his sickness grows. Porter, is this true? Or art thou hired to this, I prithee tell me. Mistress, not hired, my name is Trusty Iohn. If I delude you, never trust me more. I thank thee Porter, and thank Love withal, That thus hath wrought the tyrant Golding's fall, He once scorned Love, jested at wounded hearts, Challenged almighty beauty, railed at passion, And is he now caught by the eyes and heart? Now by Diana's milk white vail I swear, The goddess of my maiden chaste desires. I am as glad of it as glad may be, And I will see him, if but to laugh at him, And torture him with jests; Fiddle, along, When we return, if they do send for me, I'll arm myself with flouts and cruelty. Porter, we commit you, if you be a crafty knave, and lay in the wind for a vantage, you have your answer: mark her last words, i'll arm myself with flouts and cruelty.
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Porter, I am not for you, you see I am perambulating before a female. I would craue but a word with you. Speake in time then Porter, for otherwise I doe not loue to answer you, and bee as briefe as you can, good Porter. I pray you sir, what Gentlewoman is this? Certes Porter, I serue a Gentleman, that Gentleman is father to this Gentlewoman, this Gentlewoman is a maide, this maide is faire, and this faire maide belongeth to the Exchange, and the Exchange hath not the like faire maid now Porter, put al this together, and tel me what it spels. I promise you sir, you haue posde me. Then you are an asse Porter, tis the faire Maide of the Exchange. Hir name I pray you sir. Her name Porter requires much poeticalitie in the subscription, and no lesse iudgement in the vnderstanding; her name is Phillis, not Phillis that same dainty lasse that was beloued of Amintas, nor Phillis shee that doated on that comely youth Demophoon, but this is Phillis, that most strange Phillis, the flowre of the Exchange. What, would that Porter any thing with me? Yes Mistris, since by chaunce I meete you heere, Ile tell you, though it not concernes my selfe, What I this morning sawe; there is a Gentleman One master Golding the yongest of three brothers, They call him Franke; O this man lies very sicke, I being at his house perchance enquired What his disease was of a seruant there, Who said, the doctors cannot tell themselues, But in his fittes he euer calles on Loue, And prayes to Loue for pitty, and then names you, And then names Loue againe, and then calles Phillis, And sometime startes, and would forsake his bed, And being askt whither, he sayes he would goe to Phillis, My busines calld me hence, but I heard say His friends doe meane to intreate you to take the paines To visit him, because they do suppose, The sicke man loues you, and thence his sickenes growes. Porter, is this true? Or art thou hired to this, I prethee tell me. Mistris, not hired, my name is Trusty Iohn. If I delude you, neuer trust me more. I thanke thee Porter, and thanke Loue withall, That thus hath wrought the tyrant Goldings fall, He once scornd Loue, jeasted at wounded hearts, Challengde almighty beauty, raild at passion, And is he now caught by the eies and heart? Now by Dianaes milke white vaile I sweare, The goddesse of my maiden chaste desires. I am as glad of it as glad may be, And I will see him, if but to laugh at him, And torture him with jeasts; Fiddle, along, When we returne, if they doe send for me, Ile arme my selfe with flowts and crueltie. Porter, wee committe you, if you be a crafty knaue, and lay in the winde for a vantage, you haue your answere: marke her last wordes, ile arme my selfe with flowtes and cruelty.