Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
What think you master Flower? Faith master Berry, Barnara speaks well, and with a good conceit. Dost thou love him Mall? Yes sir, and here protest, Of all in London I love Barnard best. Then master Berry, follow my conceit, Cancel his bond, and let him have your daughter. Well Barnard, since I see my daughter loves thee, And for I hope thou wilt be kind and loving, Regard thy state, and turn an honest man, Here, take my daughter, i'll give thee in thy bond, Redeem thy lands, and if thou please me well, Thou shalt not want all that I have is thine. I am love-bound to her, to you in duty, You conquer me with kindness, she with beauty. Then Master Berry I think we may depart. ay, when you please, you see the matter ended, The debt discharged, and I can ask no more. Why then we take our leaves. Now wife, if young Frank Golding were come back, To sum our wish, it were a good conceit: Why how now Phillis, sad, come tell me wench, Art thou resolved yet for to have thy husband? A golden Golding, 'tis a good conceit. That golden Golding is but loath some dross, Nor is it gold that I so much esteem; Dust is the richest treasure that we have, Nor is the beauty of the fairest one, Of higher price or value unto me, Than is a lump of poor deformity. Father, you know my mind, and what I said, Which if you grant not, I will rest a maid. To die a maid, that is no good conceit. Master, where's my master? here's one would couple a brace of words with you. With me sir. No sir, with my young mistress. What is he knave? A crooked knave sir, 'tis the Cripple. What would he have? he hath no good conceit, 'tis he that hath bewitched my daughter's heart, He is a knave, go send him packing hence. As you respect the welfare of your child, Dear father, let me speak with him. Speak with him! no, it is no good conceit, I know he comes to run away with thee. Run away with her? well may she carry him, but if he run away with her, i'll never trust crutch more. Thou sayst true Fiddle, 'tis a good conceit: Go call him in, Frank Golding, it is he. In the lame knaves disguise, a good conceit; Now sir, what's the news with you, you come to speak with my daughter? Yea sir, about a little work I have of hers. What work, you knave? no, thou hast some conceit, to rob me of my daughter; but away: I like not that conceit out of my doors. Unhappy Phillis, and unfortunate. Sir, I am content, i'll not move your patience. Life of my living body, if thou go, Though not alive take me hence dead with woe. In troth sir, you are too blame.
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What thinke you maister Flower? Faith maister Berry, Barnara speakes well, and with a good conceit. Doost thou loue him Mall? Yes sir, and heere protest, Of all in London I loue Barnard best. Then maister Berry, follow my conceit, Cancell his bond, and let him haue your daughter. Well Barnard, since I see my daughter loues thee, And for I hope thou wilt be kinde and louing, Regard thy state, and turne an honest man, Heere, take my daughter, ile giue thee in thy bond, Redeeme thy landes, and if thou please me well, Thou shalt not want all that I haue is thine. I am loue-bound to her, to you in duety, You conquer me with kindenesse, she with beauty. Then Maister Berry I thinke we may depart. I, when you please, you see the matter ended, The debt dischargde, and I can aske no more. Why then we take our leaues. Now wife, if yong Franke Golding were come back, To summe our wish, it were a good conceit: Why how now Phillis, sad, come tell me wench, Art thou resolu'd yet for to haue thy husband? A golden Golding, tis a good conceit. That golden Golding is but loath some drosse, Nor is it golde that I so much esteeme; Dust is the richest treasure that we haue, Nor is the beauty of the fairest one, Of higher price or valew vnto me, Than is a lumpe of poore deformity. Father, you know my minde, and what I saide, Which if you graunt not, I will rest a maide. To die a maide, that is no good conceit. Master, wheres my maister? heeres one would couple a brace of words with you. With me sir. No sir, with my yong mistris. What is he knaue? A crooked knaue sir, tis the Cripple. What would he haue? he hath no good conceit, Tis he that hath bewitcht my daughters heart, He is a knaue, goe send him packing hence. As you respect the welfare of your childe, Deere father, let me speake with him. Speake with him! no, it is no good conceit, I know hee comes to runne away with thee. Runne away with her? well may shee carry him, but if he runne away with her, ile neuer trust crutch more. Thou saist true Fiddle, tis a good conceit: Go call him in, Franke Golding, it is he. In the lame knaues disguise, a good conceit; Now sir, whats the newes with you, you come to speake with my daughter? Yea sir, about a little worke I haue of hers. What worke, you knaue? no, thou hast some conceit, to robbe me of my daughter; but away: I like not that conceit out of my doores. Vnhappy Phillis, and vnfortunate. Sir, I am content, ile not moue your patience. Life of my liuing body, if thou goe, Though not aliue take me hence dead with woe. In troth sir, you are too blame.