Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Your Sol & Luna: help me. Would I were hanged then. I'll conform myself. Will you Sr. do so then, and quickly. Swear. What should I swear? To leave your faction Sr. And labour, kindly, in the common work. Let me not breath, if I meant aught, beside. I only used those speeches, as a spur To him. I hope we need no spurs Sr. Doewe? 'Slid, prove to day, who shall shark best. Agreed. Yes, and work close, and friendly 'Slight the knot Shall grow the stronger, for this breach, with me. Why so, my good Baboons! Shall we go make A sort of sober, scurvy, precise Neighbours, (That scarce have smiled twice, sin'the King came in) A feast of laughter, at our follies? Rascals, Would run themselves from breath, to see me ride, Or you t'have but a Hole, to thrust your heads in, For which you should pay Ear-rent: No, Agree. And may Don Provost ride a feasting, long, In his old velvet jerkin, and stained scarves, (My noble Sovereign, and worthy General) Ere we contribute a new cruel garter To his most worsted worship. Royal Dol! Spoken like Claridiana, and thyself. For which at supper, thou shalt sit in triumph, And not be styled ` Do● common, but Doe proper, Dol singular: the longest cut, at night. Shall draw thee for his Dol particular. Who's that? one rings. To the windo ' Pray heaven, The Master do not troubleus, this quarter. O, fear not him. While there dies one, a week, O'the plague, he's safe, from thinking, toward London. Beside, he's busy at his hop-yardes, now, I had a letter from him. If he do, he'll send such word, for airing o'the house As you shall have sufficient time, to quit it. Though we break up a fortnight, 'tis no matter. Who is it, Dol? A fine young Quodling. O My Lawyer's Clerk, I lighted on, last night, In Holborn, at the Dagger. He would have (I told you of him) a Familiar, To rifle with● at horses, and win cups. O, let him in. Stay. Who shall do't? Get you Your robes on. I will meet him, as going out. And what shall I do? Not be seen, away. Seem you very reserved. Enough. God be w'you, Sr. I pray you, let him know that I was here. His name is Dapper. I would gladly have stayed, But— Captain, I am here Who's that? he's come, I think, Doctor. Good faith, Sr, I was going away. In truth, I am very sorry, Captain. But I thought Sure, I should meet you. I am very glad. I'had a scurvy 〈◊〉, or two, to make, And I had lent my watch last night, to one That dines● to day, at the Sheriffs: and so was robbed Of my pastime Is this the Cunning-man?
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Your Sol & Luna: help me. Would I were hang'd then. I'll conforme my selfe. VVill you Sr. doe so then, and quickly. Sweare. What should I sweare? To leaue your faction Sr. And labour, kindly, in the commune worke. Let me not breath, if I meant ought, beside. I onely vs'd those speeches, as a spurre To him. I hope we need o spurres Sr. Doewe? Slid, proue to day, who shall sharke best. Agreed. Yes, and worke close, and friendly Slight the knot Shall grow the stronger, for this breach, with me. Why so, my good Babounes! Shall we goe make A sort of sober, scruy, praecise Neighbours, (That scarse haue smil'd twise, sin'the King came in) A feast of laughter, at our follies? Raskalls, Would runne themselues from breath, to see me ride, Or you t'haue but a Hole, to thrust your heads in, For which you should pay Eare-rent: No, Agree. And may Don Prouost ride a feasting, long, In his old veluet ierken, and staynd scarfes, (My noble Soueraigne, and worthy Generall) Ere we contribute a new cruell garter To his most worsted worship. Royall Dol! Spoken like Claridiana, and thy selfe. For which at supper, thou shalt sit in triumph, And not be stil'd `Do common, but Do proper, Dol singular: the longest cut, at night. Shall draw thee for his Dol particular. Who's that? one rings. To the windo' Pray heau'n, The Master doe not troublevs, this quarter. O, feare not him. While there dies one, a weeke, O'the plague, hee's safe, from thinking, toward London. Beside, hee's busie at his hop-yardes, now, I had a letter from him. If he doe, Hee'll send such word, for ayring o'the house As you shall haue sufficient time, to quit it. Though we breake vp a fortnight, 'tis no matter. Who is it, Dol? A fine yong Quodling. O My Lawyers Clearke, I lighted on, last night, In Hol'bourne, at the Dagger. He would haue (I told you of him) a Familiar, To rifle with at horses, and winne cuppes. O, let him in. Stay. Who shall doo't? Get you Your robes on. I will meete him, as going out. And what shall I do? Not be seene, away. Seeme you very reseru'd. Inough. God be w'you, Sr. I pray you, let him know that I was here. His name is Dapper. I would gladly haue stayd, But— CAptaine, I am here Who's that? Hee's come, I think, Doctor. Good faith, Sr, I was going away. In truth, I am very sory, Captayne. But I thought Sure, I should meet you. I am very glad. I'had a sciruy , or two, to make, And I had lent my watch last night, to one That dines to day, at the Shrieffs: and so was robd Of my passe-time Is this the Cunning-man?