Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Think on't, my girl, we will withdraw awhile. A little respite fits my resolution, Those Gentles sue too late, there is another, Of better worth, though not of half their wealth, What though deformed, his virtue mends that miss; What though not rich, his wit doth better gold, And my estate shall add unto his wants, I am resolved (good father, and dear mother,) Phillis doth choose a Cripple, and none other; But yet I must dissemble. How now my soul's best hope! tell me, my girl, Shall Ferdinand be he? I pray a word in private. Mary with all my heart. In all the duty that a child can show, The love that to a father it doth owe; I yield myself to be at your command, And vow to wed no man but Ferdinand. But if you please, at your departure hence, You may enforce dislike to cloud your brow, To avoid my mother's anger and suspicion. Before God a very good conceit, Hence baggage, out of my sight, Come not within my doors, thou hadst been better, Run millions of miles bare footed, then Thus by your coy disdain to have deluded me. Oh mine own flesh and blood, the mirror of wit! Now will I hence, and with all the speed I may Send for my son, i'll have it done this day. What, is he gone? and in so hot a chafe? Well let him go, I need not question why, For well I wot his suit is cold, 'tmust die. Daughter, I gather by thy pleasant smiles, Thy mother hath more interest in thy love, Than discontented Flower thy aged father. Mother, you have, for when I well consider A mother's care unto her dear bought child, How tenderly you nursed and brought me up, I could not be so much unnatural As to refuse the love you proffer me, Especially being for my chiefest good; Therefore when married I intend to be, My loyal husband shall be Anthony. Live ever then my dear dear daughter Phillis, Let me embrace thee in a mother's arms; Thus, thus and thus i'll ever hug my daughter, Him hence thou send'st with frowns, me hence with laughter, Come Phillis, let us in. Forsooth i'll follow you. Am not I a good child think you, To play with both hands thus against my parents? Well, 'tis but a trick of youth: say what they will, I'll love the Cripple, and will hate them still. Mirror of kindness, extremities best friend, While I breath, sweet blood, I am thine, Entreat me, nay command thy Frances heart, That wilt not suffer my ensuing smart. Sweet signor, my advise in the reservation of those Letters, Which I will have you hide from eye of day, Never to feel the warmth of Phoebus beams, Till myself's care, most careful of your weal, Summon those lines unto the bar of joy. I will not err, dear friend, in this command.
seed 43: T6 · seed 44: T7 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Thinke on't, my gerle, we will withdrawe awhile. A little respite fits my resolution, Those Gentles sue too late, there is another, Of better worth, though not of halfe their wealth, What though deform'd, his vertue mends that misse; What though not rich, his wit doth better gold, And my estate shall adde vnto his wants, I am resolu'd (good father, and deere mother,) Phillis doth choose a Cripple, and none other; But yet I must dissemble. How now my soules best hope! tell mee, my gerle, Shall Ferdinand be he? I pray a word in priuate. Mary with all my heart. In all the duety that a childe can shew, The loue that to a father it doth owe; I yeeld my selfe to be at your commaund, And vow to wed no man but Ferdinand. But if you please, at your departure hence, You may inforce dislike to cloude your brow, To avoyde my mothers anger and suspition. Before God a very good conceit, Hence baggage, out of my sight, Come not within my doores, thou hadst been better, Runne millions of miles bare footed, then Thus by your coy disdaine to haue deluded me. Oh mine owne flesh and blood, the mirror of wit! Now will I hence, and with all the speed I may Send for my sonne, ile haue it done this day. What, is he gone? and in so hot a chafe? Well let him goe, I need not question why, For well I wote his sute is cold, t'must die. Daughter, I gather by thy pleasant smiles, Thy mother hath more interest in thy loue, Than discontented Flower thy aged father. Mother, you haue, for when I well consider A mothers care vnto her deere bought childe, How tenderly you nurcde and brought me vp, I could not be so much vnnaturall As to refuse the loue you proffer me, Especially being for my chiefest good; Therefore when married I intend to be, My loyall husband shall be Anthony. Liue euer then my deere deere daughter Phillis, Let me imbrace thee in a mothers armes; Thus, thus and thus ile euer hugge my daughter, Him hence thou sendst with frowns, me hence with laughter, Come Phillis, let vs in. Forsooth ile follow you. Am not I a good childe thinke you, To play with both hands thus against my parents? Well, tis but a tricke of youth: say what they will, Ile loue the Cripple, and will hate them still. Mirrour of kindnesse, extremities best friend, While I breathe, sweete bloud, I am thine, Intreate me, nay commaund thy Frances heart, That wilt not suffer my insuing smart. Sweet signior, my aduise in the reseruation of those Letters, Which I will haue you hide from eie of day, Neuer to feele the warmth of Phoebus beames, Till my selfes care, most carefull of your weale, Summon those lines vnto the barre of Ioy. I will not erre, deere friend, in this commaund.