Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Yes, Sir. My Fellow, The Cat, that kept the Buttery, had it on her A week, before I spied it: But I got her Conveyed away, i'the night. And so I shut The house up for a Month- How! Purposing them, Sir. T' have burnt Rose-vinegar, Triackle, and Tar, And, ha' made it sweet, that you should ne'er ha'knowne it: Because I knew the News would but afflict you, Sir. Breath less, and farther off. Why this is stranger! The Neighbours tell me all, here, that the Doors Have still been open. How Sir? Gallants, Men, and Women, And of all sorts, tagrag, been seen to flock here In threaves, these ten weeks, as to a second Hogsden, In days of Pimlico, and eyebright. Sir. Their wisdoms will not say so. To day, they speak Of Coaches, and Gallants; one in a French-hood, Went in, they tell me: and another was seen In a Velvet Gown, at the window. diverse more Pass in and out. They did pass through the doors then, Or walls, I assure their Eyesights, and their Spectacles; For here, Sir, are the keys; and here have been, In this my pocket, now, about twenty days. And for before, I kept the Fort alone, there. But that 'tis yet not deep i'the afternoon, I should believe my Neighbours had seen double Through the Black-pot, and made these apparitions: For, on my faith to your Worship, for these three weeks And upwards, the door has not been opened. Strange! Good faith, I think I saw a Coach! And I too, I'd ha' been sworn! Do you but think it now? And but one Coach? We cannot tell, Sir. leremy Is a very honest fellow. Did you see me at all? No. That we are sure on. I'll be sworn o''at. Fine Rogues, to have your testimonies built on! Is Ieremy come? O yes, you may leave your tools, We were deceived he says. He has had the keys, And the door has been shut these three weeks. Like enough. Peace, and get hence, you Changelings. Surly come! And Mammon made acquainted? They'll tell all. (How shall I beat them off? What shall I do?) Nothing's more wretched, than a guilty conscience. NO Sir, He was a great Physician. This, It was no Bawdy-house: But a mere Chancel. You knew the Lord, and his Sister. Nay good Surly— The happy word, Be rich— Play not the Tyrant— Should be to day pronounced, to all your friends. And where be your Andirons now? And your Brass Pots? That should ha'been Golden Flagons, and great Wedges? Let me but breath. What! They ha'shut their doors, Me thinks. ay, now, 'tis Holiday with them. Rogues, Cozeners, Impostors, Bawds. What mean you, Sir? To enter if we can. Another man's house? Here is the Owner, Sir. Turn you to him, And speak your business. Are you, Sir, the Owner? Yes, Sir. And are those Knaves, within, your Cheaters?
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Yes, Sir. My Fellow, The Cat, that kept the Buttry, had it on her A weeke, before I spied it: But I got her Conuay'd away, i'the night. And so I shut The house vp for a Month- How! Purposing thē, Sir. T' haue burnt Rose-vinegar, Triackle, and Tarre, And, ha' made it sweet, that you should ne'er ha'knowne it: Because I knew the Newes would but afflict you, Sir. Breath lesse, and farder off. Why this is stranger! The Neighbors tell me all, here, that the Dores Haue still been open. How Sir? Gallants, Men, and Women, And of all sorts, tag-rag, beene seene to flock here In threaues, these ten weekes, as to a second Hogs-den, In dayes of Pimlico, and Eye-bright. Sir. Their wisedomes will not say so. To day, they speake Of Coaches, and Gallants; one in a French-hood, Went in, they tell me: and another was seene In a Veluet Gowne, at the windore. Diuerse more Passe in and out. They did passe through the dores then, Or walls, I assure their Eyesights, and their Spectacles; For here, Sir, are the keyes; and here haue beene, In this my pocket, now, abou twenty dayes. And for before, I kept the Fort alone, there. But that 'tis yet not deepe i'the afternoone, I should beleeue my Neighbours had seene double Through the Black-pot, and made these apparitions: For, on my faith to your Worship, for these three weekes And vpwards, the dore has not beene open'd. Strange! Good faith, I thinke I saw a Coach! And I too, I'lld ha' beene sworne! Doe you but thinke it now? And but one Coach? We cannot tell, Sir. leremy Is a very honest fellow. Did you see me at all? No. That we are sure on. I'll be sworne o'that. Fine Rogues, to haue your testimonies built on! Is Ieremy come? O yes, you may leaue your tooles, We were deceiu'd he saies. He has had the keyes, And the dore has bin shut these three weeks. Like enough. Peace, and get hence, you Changelings. Surly come! And Mammon made acquainted? They'll tell all. (How shall I beate them off? What shall I doe?) Nothing's more wretched, then a guilty conscience. NO Sir, He was a great Phisitian. This, It was no Baudy-house: But a meere Chancell. You knew the Lord, and his Sister. Nay good Surly— The happy word, Be rich— Play not the Tyranne— Should be to day pronounc'd, to all your friends. And where be your Andirons now? And your Brasse Pots? That should ha'beene Golden Flaggons, and great Wedges? Let me but breath. What! They ha'shut their dores, Me thinkes. I, now, 'tis Holyday with them. Rogues, Coseners, Impostors, Baudes. What meane you, Sir? To enter if we can. Another mans house? Here is the Owner, Sir. Turne you to him, And speake your businesse. Are you, Sir, the Owner? Yes, Sir. And are those Knaues, within, your Cheaters?