Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
For that, we'll put Sir, A stay in ' is mouth. Of what? Of Gingerbread. Make you it fit. He that hath pleased her Grace, Thus far, shall not now crinckle, for a little. Gape Sir, and let him fit you. Where shall we now Bestow him? I'the Privy. Come along, Sir I now must show you Fortunes privy lodgings. Are they perfumed? and his bath ready? All. Only the Fumigation's somewhat strong. Sir Epicure,, I am yours, Sir, by and by. O Sir, youare come i'the only, finest time— Where's Master? Now preparing for projection, Sir. Your stuff will b' all changed shortly. Into Gold? To Gold, and Silver, Sir. Silver I care not for. Yes, Sir, a little to give Beggars. Where's the Lady? At hand, here. I ha' told her such brave things, on you, Touching your bounty & your noble Spirit Hast thou? As she is almost in her fit to see you. But, good Sir, no Divinity i'your conference For fear of putting her in rage. I warrant thee. Six men will not hold her down. And, then If the Old man should hear, or see you. Fear not. The very House, Sir, would run mad. You know it How scrupulous he is, and violent, Against the least act of sin. Physic, or Mathematics, Poetry, State, or bawdry (as I told you) She will endure and never startle; But No word of controversy. I am schooled, good Lungs. And you must praise her House, remember that, And her Nobs Let me, alone: No Heald, no nor Antiquary, Shall do it better. Go Why this is yet A kind of 〈◊〉, to have Dol●ommon for a great Lady. Now, Epicure, Heighten thyself, talk to her, all in Gold; Rain her as many showers as Ioue did drops Unto his 〈◊〉,: Show the God a Miser, Compa'rd with Mammon, What? the Stone will do't. She shall feel Gold, taste Gold, hear Gold, sleep Gold: Nay, we will concumbere Gold. I will be puissant, And mighty in my talk to her. Here she comes. To him, Dol, suckle him. This is the noble Knight, I told your Ladyship. Madame, with your pardon, I kiss your vesture. Sir, I were uncivil If I would suffer that, my lip to you Sir. I hope, my Lord your Brother be in health, Lady? My Lord, my Brother is, though I no Lady, Sir. Well said my Guiny- 〈◊〉 Right noble Madam— O, we shall have most fierce Idolatry! 'Tis your prerogative. Rather your Courtesy. Were there nought else t'enlarge your virtues, to me, These answers speak your breeding, and your blood. Blood we boast none, Sir, a poor Baron's Daughter. Poor, and got you? Profane not, had your Father Slept all the happy remnant of his life After that act, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 but there still, and panted, H'had done enough to make himself, his issue, And his posterity noble Sir, although We may besaid to 〈◊〉 the guilt, and trappings, The 〈◊〉 of 〈◊〉; yet we strive to keep. The needes, and the 〈◊〉.
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For that, we'll put Sir, A stay in 'is mouth. Of what? Of Ginger-bread. Make you it fit. He that hath pleas'd her Grace, Thus farre, shall not now crinckle, for a little. Gape Sir, and let him fit you. Where shall we now Bestow him? I'the Priuy. Come along, Sir I now must shew you Fortunes priuy lodgings. Are they perfum'd? and his bath ready? All. Onely the Fumigation's somewhat strong. Sir Epicure,, I am yours, Sir, by and by. O Sir, yo'are come i'the onely, finest time— Where's Master? Now preparing for proiection, Sir. Your stuffe will b' all chang'd shortly. Into Gold? To Gold, and Siluer, Sir. Siluer I care not for. Yes, Sir, a little to giue Beggars. Where's the Lady? At hand, here. I ha' told her such braue things, on you, Touching your bounty & your noble Spirit Hast thou? As she is almost in her fit to see you. But, good Sir, no Diuinitie i'your conference For feare of putting her in rage. I warrant thee. Sixe men will not hold her downe. And, then If the Old man should heare, or see you. Feare not. The very House, Sir, would runne madd. You know it How scrupulous he is, and violent, 'Gainst the least act of sinne. Physick, or Mathematiques, Poetry, State, or Baudry (as I told you) She will endure and neuer startle; But No word of Controuerie. I am school'd, good Lungs. And you must praise her House, remember that, And her Nob Let me, aloue: No Held, no nor Atiquarie, Lugs, Shall doe it better. Goe Why this is yet A kinde of , to haue Dolommon for a great Lady. Now, Epicure, Heighten thy selfe, talke to her, all in Gold; Rayne her as many showers as Ioue did dropps Vnto his ,: Shew the God a Misr, Compa'rd with Mammon, What? the Stone will do't. She shall feele Gold, tast Gold, heare Gold, sleepe Gold: Nay, we will concumbere Gold. I will be puissant, And mighty in my talke to her. Here she comes. To him, Dol, suckle him. This is the noble Knight, I told your Ladiship. Madame, with your pardon, I kisse your vesture. Sir, I were vnciuill If I would suffer that, my lip to you Sir. I hope, my Lord your Brother be in health, Lady? My Lord, my Brother is, though I no Lady, Sir. Well said my Guiny- Right noble Madam— O, we shall haue most fierce Idolatry! 'Tis your Prrogatiue. Rather your Courtesie. Were there nought else t'inlarge your vertues, to me, These answeres speake your breeding, and your blood. Blood wee boast none, Sir, a poore Baron's Daughter. Poore, and gat you? Prophane not, had your Father Slept all the happy remnant of his life After that act, but there still, and panted, H'had done inough to make himselfe, his issue, And his posteritie noble Sir, although We may besaid to the guilt, and trappings, The of ; yet we strie to keepe. The eedes, and the .