Armin, Robert · published 1609 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Your pleasure sir. For my sake turned away. Yes, my master turns a new leaf, and so must I sir, 'twas for your letters sake. Is there no hope? What do you call it when the ball sir hits the stool? Why out. even so am I, out, out of all hope ever to come in to crumb my portage at his table sir. Welcome to mine, then honest Tutch, but speak thy mind, thinkest thou she will continue firm? Firm sir, yes, unless you take her for a join stool. she'll continue firm, she seedes on ye, dreams on ye, hopes on ye, and relies on ye, telling her father what a friend you are, protesting and molesting to the hole house of your good parts, vowing to God and man if she have not you, she will have nothing: for any man's pleasure, she'll not line if not for yours. I stand resolved. She wishes that ye should, or she'll not trust to ye. Son seest thou young Towers? Not since our last repulse in love, since when I stand affected unto singleness of life. Then art thou stable in my thoughts, but let me whisper to thee boy, young Towers in a Tanker's habit hath her stolen, to whom his hearty adorations were to this hour consecrate, she's gone, and her old doting father got to complain him at the court, how 'twill work I know not. Like wax; she'll take any impression, sir she. Like a tinker say ye? Certainly even so. 'twas my own project father, he applauded it, knowing my fashion of that counterfeit, to be so sure, as no man could forego me. But himself sir, 'tis a point of law, arraign him upon ipse facto. And art thou stepped beyond me? where tonight thou slepst: soft be thy pillow: easy be thy rest, & may thy bed be. Mortal down, thistle soft, She laid herself under to keep him aloft, And ever she said, come turn thee to me, And was not this bonny lass Mary amber? Mary indeed she hath resigned to me hard choice, Near am I but as arrows afar off, Seems to the shooter neighbour to the mark, Till it prove otherwise, so I Furthest from favour am, though seeming nigh. Change your mark, shoot at a white, will say, come stick me in the clout sir, her white is black, 'tis crept into her eye, and wenches with black eyes the white's turned up are but as custards, though they seem stone cold, yet greedily attempted, burning hot, and such a wench is she sir. I know she loves me. Most affectionately burns in desire for ye; but key cold through her father, she stands to freeze while others are appointed to thaw the Ice, not you. I must use policy. The only man, I will assist you sir, I thank thee, and I will prevail in't.
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Your pleasure sir. For my sake turn'd away. Yes, my master turnes a new leafe, and so must I sir, twas for your letters sake. Is there no hope? What doe you call it when the ball sir hits the stoole? Why out. Euen so am I, out, out of all hope euer to come in to crum my portage at his table sir. Welcome to mine, then honest Tutch, but speake thy minde, thinkest thou she will continue firme? Firme sir, yes, vnles you take her for a ioyne stoole. sheele continue firme, she seedes on ye, dreames on yee, hopes on ye, and relies on ye, telling her father what a friend you are, protesting and molesting to the hole house of your good parts, vowing to God and man if she haue not you, she will haue nothing: for any mans pleasure, sheele not line if not for yours. I stand resolu'd. She wishes that ye should, or sheele not trust to ye. Sonne feest thou yong Toures? Not since our last repulse in loue, since when I stand affected vnto singlenes of life. Then art thou stable in my thoughts, but let me whisper to thee boy, young Toures in a Tanckers habit hath her stolne, to whom his heartie adorations were to this houre consecrate, shees gone, and her old doting father got to complaine him at the court, how twill worke I know not. Like wax; sheele take any impression, sir she. Like a tincker say ye? Certainly euen so. Twas my owne proiect father, hee applauded it, knowing my fashion of that counterfeit, to be so sure, as no man could forgoe me. But himselfe sir, tis a point of law, arraigne him vpon ipse facto. And art thou stept beyond me? where to night thou slepst: soft be thy pillow: easie be thy rest, & may thy bed be. Mortall downe, thistle soft, She laid her selfe vnder to keep him aloft, And euer she said, come turne thee to me, And was not this bonny lasse Mary Ambre? Mary indeede she hath resign'd to me hard choyce, Neare am I but as arrowes a farre of, Seemes to the shooter neighbor to the marke, Till it proue otherwise, so I Furthest from fauour am, though seeming nie. Change your marke, shoot at a white, wil say, come sticke me in the clout sir, her white is black, tis crept into her eye, and wenches with black eyes the white's turnd vp are but as custards, though they seeme stone cold, yet greedily attempted, burning hot, and such a wench is she sir. I know she loues me. Most affectionately burnes in desire for ye; but key cold through her father, she stands to freeze while others are appointed to thaw the Ice, not you. I must vse pollicie. The onely man, I will assist you sir, I thanke thee, and I will preuaile in't.