Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I'll send her to thee: And but dispatch my brace of little Iohn Leydens, And come again myself. Are they within then? Numbering the sum. How much? A hundred marks, boy, Why this's a lucky day. Ten pounds of Mammon? Three o' my Clerk. A Portague o' my Grocer. This o'the Brethren, beside Reversions, And States, to come i'the Widow, and my Count My share, to day, will not be bought for forty— What? Pounds, dainty Dorothee, art thou so near? Yes, say Lo: General, how fares our Camp? As, with the few, that had entrenched themselves Safe, by their discipline, against a world, Dol: And laughed, within those trenches, and grew fat With thinking on the booties, Dol, brought in Daily, by their small parties. This dear hour, A doughty Don is taken, with my Doll; And thou mayst make his ransom, what thou wilt, My Dowsabel: He shall be brought here, fettered With thy fair looks, before he see's thee, and thrown In a Downbed, as dark as any Dungeon; Where thou shalt keep him waking, with thy Drum; Thy Drum, my Dol; thy Drum; till he be tame As the poor Blackbirds were i'the great frost, Or Bees are with a basin: and so hive him I'the Swanskin Coverlid, and cambric Sheets, Till he work Honey, and Wax, my little Gods-gift. What is he, General. An Adalantado, A grand, Girl Was not my Dapper here, yet? No. Nor my Drugger? Neither. A pox on 'em, They are so long a furnishing. Such Stinkards Would not be seen, upon these festival days. How now! ha'you done? Done. They are gone. The sum Is here in Banque, my Face. I would, we knew Another chapman, now, would buy 'em outright. 'Slid, Nab shall do't, against he ha' the Widow, To furnish household. Excellent well thought on, Pray God, he come. I pray, he keep away Till our new business be overpassed. But, Face, How cam'st thou, by this secret Don? A Spirit Brought me th'intelligence, in a paper, here, As I was conjuring, yonder, in my Circle For Surly: I ha' my Flies abroad. Your Bath Is famous Subtle, by my means. Sweet Doll, You must go tune your Virginal, no losing O'the least time. And, do you hear? good action. Firke like a Flounder, kiss like a Scallop, close; And tickle him with thy Mother-tongue. His great Verdugo-ship has not a jot of language: So much the easier to be cossined, my Dolly. He will come here, in a hired Coach, obscure, And our own Coachman, whom I have sent, as Guide, No creature else. Who's that? It i'not he? O no, not yet this hour. Who is't? Dapper, Your Clerk. God's will, then, Queen of Fairy, On with your tire; and, Doctor, with your robes. Let's us dispatch him, for God's sake. 'Twill be long. I warrant you, take but the QQ ˢ I give you, It shall be brief enough, 'Slight, here are more. Abel, and I think, the angry Boy, the Heir, That fame would quarrel.
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I'll send her to thee: And but dispatch my brace of little Iohn Leydens, And come againe my selfe. Are they within then? Numbring the summe. How much? A hundred markes, boy, Why this's a lucky day. Ten pounds of Mammon? Three o' my Clearke. A Portague o' my Grocer. This o'the Brethren, beside Reuersions, And States, to come i'the Widdow, and my Count. My share, to day, will not be bought for forty— What? Pounds, dainty Dorothee, art thou so neare? Yes, say Lo: Generall, how fares ōur Campe? As, with the few, that had entrench'd themselues Safe, by their discipline, against a world, Dol: And laugh'd, within those trenches, and grew fat With thinking on the booties, Dol, brought in Dayly, by their small parties. This deare hower, A doughty Don is taken, with my Doll; And thou maist make his ransome, what thou wilt, My Dousabell: He shall be brought here, fetter'd With thy fayre lookes, before he see's thee, and throwne In a Downe-bed, as darke as any Dungeon; Where thou shalt keepe him waking, with thy Drum; Thy Drum, my Dol; thy Drum; till he be tame As the poore Black-birds were i'the great frost, Or Bees are with a bason: and so hiue him I'the Swan-skin Couerlid, and cambrick Sheetes, Till he worke Honey, and Waxe, my little Gods-guift. What is he, Generall. An Adalantado, A Grande, Girle Was not my Dapper here, yet? No. Nor my Drugger? Neither. A poxe on 'hem, They are so long a furnishing. Such Stinkards Would not be seene, vpon these festiuall dayes. How now! ha'you done? Done. They are gone. The summe Is here in Banque, my Face. I would, we knew Another chapman, now, would buy 'hem outright. 'Slid, Nab shall doo't, against he ha' the Widdow, To furnish houshould. Excellent well thought on, Pray God, he come. I pray, he keepe away Till our new businesse be o're-past. But, Face, How cam'st thou, by this secret Don? A Spirit Brought me th'intelligence, in a paper, here, As I was coniuring, yonder, in my Circle For Surly: I ha' my Flies abroad. Your Bath Is famous Subtle, by my meanes. Sweet Doll, You must goe tune your Virginall, no loosing O'the least time. And, doe you heare? good action. Firke like a Flounder, kisse like a Scallop, close; And tickle him with thy Mother-tongue. His great Verdugo-ship has not a iot of language: So much the easier to be cossin'd, my Dolly. He will come here, in a hir'd Coach, obscure, And our owne Coachman, whom I haue sent, as Guide, No creature else. Who's that? It i'not he? O no, not yet this hower. Who is't? Dapper, Your Clearke. Gods will, then, Queene of Faerie, On with your tire; and, Doctor, with your robes. Lett's vs dispatch him, for Gods sake. 'Twill be long. I warrant you, take but the QQs I giue you, It shall be briefe inough, 'Slight, here are more. Abel, and I thinke, the angry Boy, the Heyre, That fame would quarrell.