Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
The fools Artillery, sir. Then, make my gown off, for the'encounter. Stay sir. I am not in the mood. I'll put you into't. Best, put yourself, i'your case again, and keep Your furious appetite warm, against you have place for't. What! do you coy it? No sir. I'm not proud. I would you were. You think, this state becomes you? By Hercules, it does not. Look i'your glass, now, And see, how sciruely that countenance shows; You would be loath to own it. I shall not change it. Faith, but you must; and slack this bended brow; And shoot less scorn: There is a Fortune coming Towards you, Dainty, that will take thee, thus, And set thee aloft, to tread upon the head Of her own statue here in Rome. I wonder, Who let this Promiser in! Did you, good Diligence? Give him his bribe, again. Or if you had none, Pray you demand him, why he is so venturous, To press, thus, to my chamber, being for bidden Both, by myself, and servants? How! This's handsome! And somewhat a new strain! 'Tis not strained, Sir. 'Tis very natural. I have known it otherwise, Between the parties, though. For your foreknowledge, Thank that, which made it. It will not be so, Hereafter, I assure you. No, my Mistress? No though you bring the same materials. Hear me, You over act when you should underdoe. A little call yourself again, and think. If you do this to practise on me ' or find At what forced distance you can hold your servant; That ' it be an artificial trick, to inflame, And fire me more, fearing my love may need it, As, heretofore, you ha' done; why, proceed. As I ha' done heretofore? Yes, when you'd feign Your husband's jealousy, your servants watches, Speak softly, and run often to the door, Or to the window, form strange fears that were not; As if the pleasure were less accountable, That were secure. You are an impudent fellow. And, when you might better have done it, at the gate, To take me in at the casement. I take you in? Yes, you my Lady. And, then, being a-bed with you, To have your well taught waiter, here, come running, And cry, her Lord, and hide me without cause, Crushed in a chest, or thrust up in a chimney. When he, tame, Crow, was winking at his Farm; Or, had he been here, and present, would have kept Both eyes, and beak sealed up, for six sesterces. You have a slanderous, beastly, unwashed tongue, I' your rude mouth, and savouring yourself, Unmannered Lord. How now! It is your title, Sir. Who (since you ha' lost your own good name, and know not What to lose more) care not, whose honour you wound, Or fame ' you poison with it. You should go, And vent yourself, i' the region, where you live, Among the Suburbe-Brothels, Bawds, and Brokers, Whither your broken fortunes have designed you.
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The fooles Artillery, sir. Then, make my gowne off, for the'encounter. Stay sir. I am not in the moode. Ile put you into't. Best, put your selfe, i'your case againe, and keepe Your furious appetite warme, against you haue place for't. What! do you coy it? No sir. I'am not proud. I would you were. You thinke, this state becomes you? By Hercules, it do's not. Looke i'your glasse, now, And see, how sciruely that countenance shewes; You would be loth to owne it. I shall not change it. Faith, but you must; and slacke this bended brow; And shoote lesse scorne: There is a Fortune comming Towards you, Daintie, that will take thee, thus, And set thee aloft, to tread vpon the head Of her owne statue here in Rome. I wonder, Who let this Promiser in! Did you, good Diligence? Giue him his bribe, againe. Or if you had none, Pray you demand him, why he is so ventrous, To presse, thus, to my chamber, being for bidden Both, by my selfe, and seruants? How! This's handsome! And somewhat a new straine! 'Tis not strain'd, Sir. 'Tis very naturall. I haue knowne it otherwise, Betweene the parties, though. For your fore-knowledge, Thanke that, which made it. It will not be so, Hereafter, I assure you. No, my Mistresse? No though you bring the same materials. Heare me, You ouer act when you should vnderdoe. A little call your selfe againe, and thinke. If you doe this to practise on me' or finde At what forc'd distance you can hold your seruant; That' it be an artificiall tricke, to enflame, And fire me more, fearing my loue may neede it, As, heretofore, you ha' done; why, proceede. As I ha' done heretofore? Yes, when you'ld faine Your husbands iealousie, your seruants watches, Speake softly, and runne often to the dore, Or to the windore, forme strange feares that were not; As if the pleasure were lesse accomptable, That were secure. You are an impudent fellow. And, when you might better haue done it, at the gate, To take me in at the casement. I take you in? Yes, you my Lady. And, then, being abed with you, To haue your well taught wayter, here, come running, And cry, her Lord, and hide me without cause, Crush'd in a chest, or thrust vp in a chimney. When he, tame, Crow, was winking at his Farme; Or, had he beene here, and present, would haue kept Both eyes, and beake seal'd vp, for sixe sesterces. You haue a slanderous, beastly, vnwash'd tongue, I' your rude mouth, and sauouring your selfe, Vn-manner'd Lord. How now! It is your title, Sir. Who (since you ha' lost your owne good name, and know not What to loose more) care not, whose honor you wound, Or fame' you poyson with it. You should goe, And vent your selfe, i' the region, where you liue, Among the Suburbe-Brothels, Baudes, and Brokers, Whither your broken fortunes haue design'd you.