Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Say you so, Sir Epicure? Yes, and thou shalt prove it, Daughter of Honor.. I have cast mine eye Upon thy form, and I will rear this beauty. Above all Styles. You mean no treason, Sir? No, I will take away that jealousy. I am the Lord, of the Philosopher's Stone, And thou the Lady. How Sir, ha' you that? I am the Master of the Mastery. This day, the good Old wretch, here, o'the house Has made it for us. Now, he's at projection. Think therefore, thy first wish, now; Let me hear it: And it shall rain into thy lap, no shower, But floods of Gold, whole cataracts, a deluge, To get a Nation on thee. You are pleased, Sir, To work on the ambition of our sex. I'm pleased, the Glory of her sex should know, This nook, here, of the Friars, is no climate For her, to live obscurely in, to learn Physic and Surgery, for the Constable's wife Of some odd Hundred in Essex; but come forth, And taste the air of Palaces, eat, drink The toils of Empirics, and their boasted practice: Tincture of Pearl, and Coral, Gold, and Amber; Be seen at Feasts, and Triumphs; have it asked, What Miracle she is? set all the Eyes Of Court a fire, like a burning Glass, And work 'em into cinders; when the jewels Of twenty States adorn thee; and the light Strikes out the Stars; that, when thy name is mentioned, Queens may look pale: and, we, but showing our love, Nero's Poppaea may be lost in story. Thus will we have it. I could well consent, Sir. But, in a Monarchy, how will this be? The Prince will soon take notice, and both seize You, and your Stone, it being a wealth unfit For any private subject If he knew it. Yourself do boast it, Sir. To thee, my Life. O, but beware, Sir. You may come to end The remnant of your days, in a loathed prison, By speaking of it. 'Tis no idle fear. we'll therefore go with all, my Girl, and live In a free State, where we will eat our Mullets, Soused in high-countrey Wines, sup Pheasants eggs, And have our Cockles, boiled in Silver shells, Our Shrimps to swim again as when they lived, In a rare butter, made of Dolphin's milk, Whose cream does look like opals: And, with these Delicate meats, set ourselves high for pleasure; And take us down again; and then renew Our youth, and strength, with drinking the Elixir: And so enjoy a perpetuity Of life, and lust. And thou shalt ha' thy Wardrobe, Richer than Natures, still, to change thyself, And vary oftener, for thy pride, than she: Or Act, her wise, and almost-aequall servant. Sir, you are too loud. I hear you, every word, Into the Laboratory: some fitter place, The Garden, or great Chamber above. How like you her? Excellent, Lungs. There's for thee. But, do you hear? Good Sir beware, no mention of the Rabbins. We think not on 'hem.
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Say you so, Sir Epicure? Yes, and thou shalt proue it, Daughter of Honor. I haue cast mine eye Vpon thy forme, and I will reare this beauty. Aboue all Stiles. You meane no treason, Sir? No, I will take away that iealousie. I am the Lord, of the Philosophers Stone, And thou the Lady. How Sir, ha' you that? I am the Master of the Maistry. This day, the good Old wretch, here, o'the house Has made it for vs. Now, hee's at proiection. Thinke therefore, thy first wish, now; Let me heare it: And it shall raine into thy lap, no shower, But floods of Gold, whole cataracts, a deluge, To get a Nation on thee. You are pleas'd, Sir, To worke on the ambition of our sexe. I'am pleas'd, the Glory of her sexe should know, This nooke, here, of the Friers, is no climate For her, to liue obscurely in, to learne Physick and Surgery, for the Constables wife Of some odde Hundred in Essex; but come forth, And tast the ayre of Palaces, eate, drinke The toyles of Empricks, and their boasted practise: Tincture of Pearle, and Corall, Gold, and Amber; Be seene at Feasts, and Triumphs; haue it ask'd, What Miracle she is? set all the Eyes Of Court a fire, like a burning Glasse, And worke 'hem into cinders; when the iewels Of twenty States adorne thee; and the light Strikes out the Starres; that, when thy name is mention'd, Queenes may looke pale: and, we, but shewing our loue, Nero's Poppaea may be lost in story. Thus will we haue it. I could well consent, Sir. But, in a Monarchy, how will this be? The Prince will soone take notice, and both seize You, and your Stone, it being a wealth vnfit For any priuate subiect If he knew it. Your selfe do boast it, Sir. To thee, my Life. O, but beware, Sir. You may come to end The remnant of your dayes, in a loth'd prison, By speaking of it. 'Tis no idle feare. Wee'll therefore goe with all, my Girle, and liue In a free State, where wee will eate our Mullets, Sous'd in high-countrey Wines, sup Phesants egges, And haue our Cockles, boyld in Siluer shells, Our Shrimpes to swim again as when they liu'd, In a rare butter, made of Dolphins milke, Whose creame do's looke like Opalls: And, with these Delicate meates, set our selues high for pleasure; And take vs downe againe; and then renew Our youth, and strength, with drinking the Elixir: And so enioy a perpetuitie Of life, and lust. And thou shalt ha' thy Wardrobe, Richer then Natures, still, to change thy selfe, And vary oftner, for thy pride, then shee: Or Act, her wise, and almost-aequall seruant. Sir, you are too loud. I heare you, euery word, Into the Laboratory: some fitter place, The Garden, or great Chamber aboue. How like you her? Excellent, Lungs. There's for thee. But, doe you heare? Good Sir beware, no mention of the Rabbines. We thinke not on 'hem.