Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
ay, I know— Away, you talk like a foolish Mauther. Sir, all is truth, she says. Do not believe him, Sir: He is the lying'st Swabber. Come your ways, Sir. You are valiant out of Company. Yes, how then Sir? Nay, here's an honest fellow too, that knows him, And all his tricks. Make good what I say, Abel, This Cheater would ha' cozened thee o'the Widow. He owes this honest Drugger, here, seven pound, He has had on him, in two-peny'orths of Tobacco. Yes Sir. And he hath damned himself three terms, to pay me. And what does he owe for Lotium? Thirty shillings, Sir: And for six Syringes. Hydra of villainy! Nay, Sir you must quarrel him out o'the house. I will. Sir, if you get not out o' doors, you lie, And you are a Pimp. Why this is madness, Sir, Not valour in you: I must laugh at this. It is my humour: you are a Pimp, and a Trig, And an Amadis de Gaul, or a Don Quixote. Or a Knight o'the curious coxcomb. Do you see? Peace to the Household. I'll keep peace, for no man. Casting of Dollers is concluded lawful. Is he the Constable? Peace Ananias. No, Sir. Then you are an Otter, and a Shad, a Whit, A very Tim. You'll hear me Sir? I will not. What is the Motive. Zeal, in the young Gentleman, Against his Spanish slops. They are profane, Lewd, superstitious, and idolatrous Breeches. New Rascals! Will you be gone, Sir? Avoid Satan, Thou art not of the light. That Ruff of pride, About thy neck, betrays thee:' and is the same With that, which the unclean Birds, in seventy-seven, Were seen to prank it with, on divers coasts. Thou look'st like Antichrist, in that lewd hat. I must give way. Be gone Sir. But i'll take A course with you— Depart, proud Spanish Fiend. Captain, and Doctor. Child of perdition. Hence Sir. Did I not quarrel bravely? Yes indeed Sir. Nay and I give my mind to't, I shall do't, O you must follow Sir, and threaten him tame. he'll turn again else. I'll return him, then. Drugger, this Rogue prevented us, for thee: We ' had determined, that thou shouldst ha' come, In a Spanish suit, and ha' carried her so; and he A Brokerly slave, goes, puts it on himself. Hast brought the Damask? Yes Sir. Thou must borrow, A Spanish suit. Hast thou no credit with the Players? Yes Sir, did you never see me play the Pool? I know not Nab. Thou shalt, if I can help it. Hieronimo's old Cloak, Ruff, and Hat will serve: I'll tell thee more, when thou bringst 'hem. Sir, I know The Spaniard hates the Brethren, and hath Spies Upon their Actions: And that this was one I make no scruple. But the holy Synod Have been in prayer, and meditation, for it. And 'tis revealed no less, to them, than me, That casting of Money is most lawful.
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I, I know—Away, you talke like a foolish Mauther. Sir, all is truth, she says. Doe not beleeue him, Sir: He is the lying'st Swabber. Come your wayes, Sir. You are valiant out of Company. Yes, how then Sir? Nay, here's an honest fellow too, that knowes him, And all his tricks. Make good what I say, Abel, This Cheater would ha' cossen'd thee o'the Widdow. He owes this honest Drugger, here, seuen pound, He has had on him, in two-peny'orths of Tabacco. Yes Sir. And he hath damn'd himselfe three termes, to pay me. And what do's he owe for Lotium? Thirty shillings, Sir: And for six Syringes. Hydra of villany! Nay, Sir you must quarrell him out o'the house. I will. Sir, if you get not out o' doores, you lie, And you are a Pimpe. Why this is madnesse, Sir, Not valure in you: I must laugh at this. It is my humor: you are a Pimpe, and a Trig, And an Amadis de Gaule, or a Don Quixote. Or a Knight o'the curious coxcombe. Doe you see? Peace to the Houshold. Ile keepe peace, for no man. Casting of Dollers is concluded lawfull. Is he the Constable? Peace Ananias. No, Sir. Then you are an Otter, and a Shad, a Whit, A very Tim. You'll heare me Sir? I will not. What is the Motiue. Zeale, in the yong Gentleman, Against his Spanish slops. They are profane, Leud, superstitious, and idolatrous Breeches. New Raskals! Will you be gone, Sir? Auoid Sathan, Thou art not of the light. That Ruffe of pride, About thy neck, betrayes thee: 'and is the same With that, which the vncleane Birds, in seuenty-seuen, Were seene to pranke it with, on diuers coasts. Thou look'st like Antichrist, in that leud hat. I must giue way. Be gone Sir. But ile take A course with you— Depart, proud Spanish Fiend. Captaine, and Doctor. Child of perdition. Hence Sir. Did I not quarrell brauely? Yes indeed Sir. Nay and I giue my minde to't, I shall do't, O you must follow Sir, and threaten him tame. Hee'll turne againe else. I'll re-turne him, then. Drugger, this Rogue preuented vs, for thee: We' had determin'd, that thou shouldst ha' come, In a Spanish sute, and ha' carried her so; and he A Brokerly slaue, goes, puts it on himselfe. Hast brought the Damask? Yes Sir. Thou must borrow, A Spanish suite. Hast thou no credit with the Players? Yes Sir, did you neuer see me play the Poole? I know not Nab. Thou shalt, if I can help it. Hieronimo's old Cloke, Ruffe, and Hat will serue: Ile tell thee more, when thou bringst 'hem. Sir, I know The Spaniard hates the Brethren, and hath Spies Vpon their Actions: And that this was one I make no scruple. But the holy Synode Haue beene in prayer, and meditation, for it. And 'tis reueald no lesse, to them, then mee, That casting of Money is most lawfull.