Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
O unkind answer to a lovers letter; Let me survey the end once more: For I never look you in the face but I am sick: and so praying God to continue me in health, by keeping you from me. Is she so far from yielding? is this fort Of her chaste love yet so impregnable? What shall I do? this is the furthest way, A labour of impossibilities: This way to win her? I will once again, Challenge the promise that her father made me; To him i'll write, and he I know will plead My love to Phillis, and so win the maid. Farewell poor tortured heart; was ever known Two loving brothers in such misery? Let me consider of my own estate: What profit do I reap by this delusion? Why none; I am as far from Phillis heart As when she first did wound me with her eyes: Cripple, to thee I come, 'tis thou must be My counsellor in this extremity. Sirrah Bowdler, what makes thee in this merry vain? O Lord sir, it is your most elevated humour to be merry, to be concise, set up the collar, and look thus with a double chin, like Diogenes peering over his Tub, is too cynical, the sign of Melancholy, and indeed, the mere effect of a salt rheum. Who would think this Gentleman yesterdays distemperature should breed such motions? I think it be restorative to activity, I never saw a gentleman caper so excellent, as he did last night. Mean you me sir? Your own self, by this hand. You gull me not. How, gull you! methinks a man so well reputed of, So well commended for your qualities In Schools of nimble activeness, And places where divinest Choristers Warble enchanting harmony, to such As think there is no heaven on earth but theirs: And knowing yourself to be the Genius Of the spectators, and the audience hearts, You wrong your worthy self intolerably, To think our words savour of flattery. Sirrah dog, how didst thou like my last caper, and turn a the toe? Before God passing well. I know his worship made it, 'tis so excellent, It was my yesterdays exercise. After the working of your purgation, was it not? What purgation, you filthy cur? After the purging of your brain Sir. Be still dog, bark not, though by misfortune I was last night somewhat distempered: I will not be upbraided; 'twas no more But to refine my wit; but tell me truly, How dost thou like my caper? Far better than I can commend it. Now as I am a Gentleman My Tutor was not witting of the same; And in my opinion 'twill do excellent: O this air! here's a most eloquious air for the memory, I could spend the third part of my Arms in silver, To be encountered by some good wit or other. What say you to your sweet heart, Mall Berry?
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O vnkinde answere to a Louers letter; Let me suruay the end once more: For I neuer looke you in the face but I am sicke: and so praiing God to continue me in health, by keeping you from mee. Is shee so farre from yeelding? is this fort Of her chaste loue yet so impregnable? What shall I doe? this is the furthest way, A labour of impossibilities: This way to winne her? I will once againe, Challenge the promise that her father made me; To him ile write, and he I know will pleade My loue to Phillis, and so winne the maide. Farewell poore tortur'd heart; was euer knowne Two louing brothers in such miserie? Let me consider of my owne estate: What profit do I reape by this delusion? Why none; I am as farre from Phillis heart As when she first did wound me with her eyes: Cripple, to thee I come, tis thou must be My counsellor in this extreamitie. Sirra Bowdler, what makes thee in this merry vaine? O Lord sir, it is your most eleuated humor to be merry, to be concise, set vp the coller, and looke thus with a double chinne, like Diogenes peering ouer his Tub, is too cymicall, the signe of Melancholly, and indeede, the meere effect of a salt rhume. Who would thinke this Gentleman yesterdayes distemperature should breed such motions? I thinke it be restoratiue to actiuitie, I neuer saw a gentleman caper so excellent, as he did last night. Meane you me sir? Your owne selfe, by this hand. You gull me not. How, gull you! Me thinkes a man so well reputed of, So well commended for your quallities In Schooles of nimble actiuenesse, And places where diuinest Querristers Warble inchanting harmonie, to such As thinke there is no heauen on earth but theirs: And knowing your selfe to be the Genius Of the spectators, and the audience hearts, You wrong your worthy selfe intollerably, To thinke our words sauor of flatterie. Sirra dogge, how didst thou like my last caper, and turne a the toe? Before God passing well. I know his worship made it, tis so excellent, It was my yesterdayes exercise. After the working of your purgation, was it not? What purgation, you filthy curre? After the purging of your braine Sir. Be still dogge, barke not, though by mis-fortune I was last night somewhat distempered: I will not be vpbraided; t'was no more But to refine my wit; but tell me truely, How dost thou like my caper? Farre better than I can commend it. Now as I am a Gentleman My Tutor was not witting of the same; And in my opinion t'will doe excellent: O this aire! heer's a most eloquious aire for the memorie, I could spend the third part of my Armes in siluer, To be encountred by some good wit or other. What say you to your sweet heart, Mall Berry?