Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Indeed, you mock me, Madam. Indeed, no. Forth with your learned Lady: She has a wit, too? A very masculine one. A she- Critic, Galla? And can compose, in verse, and make quick jests, Modest, or otherwise? Yes Madam. She can sing, too? And play on Instruments? Of all kinds, they say. And doth dance rarely? Excellent. So well, As a bald Senator made a jest, and said, 'Twas better, than an honest woman need. Tut, she may bear that. Few wise women's honesties Will do their courtship hurt. she's liberal too, Madam. What of her money, or her honour, pray thee? Of both, you know not which she doth spare least. A comely commendation. Troth, 'tis pity She is in years. Why Galla? For it is. O, is that all? I thought thou ' hadst had a reason. Why so I have. She has been a fine Lady, And, yet, she dresses herself, (except you Madam) One o' the best in Rome: and paints, and hides Her decays very well. They say, it is Rather a visor, than a face she wears. They wrong her verily Madam, she does sleek With crumbs of bread, and milk, and lies a nights In as neat gloves. But she is fain of late To seek, more than she's sought to (the same is) And so spends that way. Thou know'st all. But Galla, What say you to Catiline's Lady, Orestilla? There is the Gallant. She does well. She has Very good suits, and very rich: but, then, She cannot put 'em on. She knows not, how To wear a garment. You shall have her all jewels, and gold sometimes, so that herself Appears the least part of herself. No in troth, As I live, Madam, you put 'em all down With your mere strength of judgement; and do draw, too, The world of Rome to follow you: you attire Yourself so diversly, and with that spirit, Still to the noblest humours. They could make Love to your dress, although your face were away, they say. And body too, and ha' the better match on't? Say they not so too, Galla? Now! What news Travails your countenance with? If't please you, Madam The Lady Sempronia is lighted at the gate; Castor, my dream, my dream. And comes to see you For Venus' sake, good Madam see her. Peace The fool is wild, I think. And hear her talk, Sweet Madam, of State-matters, and the Senate. FVluia, good wench, how dost thou? Well, Sempronia▪ Whither are you thus early addressed? To see Aurelia Orestilla. She sent for me. I came to call thee, with me; wilt thou go? I cannot now, in troth, I have some letters To write, and send away. Alas, I pity thee. I ha'bene writing all this night, (and am So very weary) unto all the Tribes, And Centuries, for their voices, to help Catiline, In his election. We shall make him Consul I hope, amongst us. Crassus, I, and Caesar Will carry it for him.
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Indeede, you mocke me, Madame. Indeede, no. Forth with your learned Ladie: Shee has a wit, too? A very masculine one. A shee-Criticke, Galla? And can compose, in verse, and make quicke iests, Modest, or otherwise? Yes Madame. She can sing, too? And play on Instruments? Of all kindes, they say. And doth dance rarely? Excellent. So well, As a bald Senator made a iest, and said, 'Twas better, then an honest woman neede. Tut, shee may beare that. Few wise womens honesties VVill doe their courtship hurt. Shee's liberall too, Madam. VVhat of her money, or her honor, pray thee? Of both, you know not which shee doth spare least. A comely commendation. Troth, tis pitty Shee is in yeares. VVhy Galla? For it is. O, is that all? I thought thou' hadst had a reason. VVhy so I haue. Shee has beene a fine Ladie, And, yet, shee dresses herselfe, (except you Madame) One o' the best in Rome: and paints, and hides Her decayes very well. They say, it is Rather a visor, then a face shee weares. They wrong her verily Madame, shee do's sleeke With crums of bread, and milke, and lies a nights In as neate gloues. But shee is faine of late To seeke, more then shee's sought to (the same is) And so spends that way. Thou knowst all. But Galla, VVhat say you to Catilines Ladie, Orestilla? There is the Gallant. Shee do's well. Shee has Very good sutes, and very rich: but, then, Shee cannot put 'hem on. Shee knowes not, how To weare a garment. You shall haue her all Iewels, and gold sometimes, so that her selfe Appeares the least part of her selfe. No' in troth, As I liue, Madame, you put 'hem all downe With your meere strength of iudgement; and doe draw, too, The world of Rome to follow you: you attire Your selfe so diuersly, and with that spirit, Still to the noblest humors. They could make Loue to your dresse, although your face were away, they say. And body too, and ha' the better match on't? Say they not so too, Galla? Now! What newes Trauailes your count'nance with? If't please you, Mada The Ladie Sempronia is lighted at the gate; Castor, my dreame, my dreame. And comes to see yo For Venus sake, good Madame see her. Peac The foole is wild, I thinke. And heare her talke, Sweet Madame, of State-matters, and the Senate. FVluia, good wench, how dost thou? Well, Sempronia▪ Whither are you thus early addrest? To see Aurelia Orestilla. Shee sent for me. I came to call thee, with mee; wilt thou goe? I cannot now, in troth, I haue some letters To write, and send away. Alas, I pitty thee. I ha'bene writing all this night, (and am So very weary) vnto all the Tribes, And Centuries, for their voyces, to helpe Catiline, In his election. We shall make him Consul I hope, amongst vs. Crassus, I, and Caesar Will carry it for him.