Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
What Knaves? What Cheaters? Subtle, & his Lungs. The Gentleman is distracted, Sir. No Lungs Nor Lights ha'been seen here these three weeks, Sir, Within these doors, upon my word. Your word, Groom arrogant? Yes Sir, I am the Housekeeper, And know the keys ha'not been out o'my hands. This's a new Face! You do mistake the house, Sir. What sign was't at? You Rascal. This is one O' the Confederacy. Come let's get Officers! And force the door. Pray you stay, Gentlemen. No, Sir, we'll come with warrant. ay, and then, We shall ha'your doors open. What means this? I cannot tell Sir. These are two o'the Gallants, That we do think we saw. Two o' the Fools? You talk as idly as they. Good faith, Sir, I think the Moon has crazed 'em all. (O me, The angry Boy come too? he'll make a noise And near away till he have betrayed us all.) What Rogues, Bawds, Slaves, you'll open the door anon. Punk, Cockatrice, my Sister. By this light I'll fetch the Marshal to you. You are a Whore, To keep your Castle. Who would you speak with, Sir? The bawdy Doctor, and the Cozening Captain, And Pus my Sister. This is something, sure! Upon my trust, the doors were never open, Sir. I have heard all their tricks, told me twice over, By the fat Knight, and the lean Gentleman. Here comes another. Ananias too? And his Pastor? The doors are shut against us. Come forth, you Seed of Vipers, Sons of Belial, Your wickedness is broke forth: Abomination Is in the House. My sister's there. The place, It is become a Cage of unclean birds. ay, I will fetch the Scavenger, and the Constable. You shall do well. we'll join, to weed them out. You will not come then? Punk, device, my Sister? Call her not Sister. She is a Harlot, verily. I'll raise the street. Good Gentlemen, a word. Satan, avoid, and hinder not our zeal. The world's turned Bedlam. These are all broke loose, Out of S. Katherine's, where they use to keep, The better sort of Mad-folks. All these Persons We saw go in, and out here. Yes, indeed Sir. These were the Parties. Peace, you Drunkards. Sir, I wonder at it! Please you, to give me leave To touch the door, I'll try and the Lock be changed. It mazes me! Good faith, Sir, I believe, There's no such thing. 'Tis all Deceptio visus. Would I could get him away. Mr. Captain. Mr. Doctor. Who's that? (Our Clerk within, that I forgot) I know not, Sir. For God's sake, when will her Grace be at leisure? Ha! Illusions, some spirit o'the air: (His gag is melted, And now he sets out the throat.) I am almost stifled— Would you were altogether.) 'Tis i'the house. Ha! List. Believe it Sir, i'the air. Peace, you— Mine Aunt's Grace does not use me well. You Fool, Peace, you'll mar all.
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What Knaues? What Cheaters? Subtle, & his Lungs. The Gentleman is distracted, Sir. No Lungs Nor Lights ha'beene seene here these three weekes, Sir, Within these dores, vpon my word. Your word, Groome arrogant? Yes Sir, I am the House-keeper, And know the keyes ha'not beene out o'my hands. This's a new Face! You doe mistake the house, Sir. What signe was't at? You Raskall. This is one O' the Confederacie. Come let's get Officers! And force the dore. 'Pray you stay, Gentlemen. No, Sir, wee'll come with warrant. I, and then, We shall ha'your dores open. What meanes this? I cannot tell Sir. These are two o'the Gallants, That we doe thinke we saw. Two o' the Fooles? You talke as idly as they. Good faith, Sir, I thinke the Moone has cras'd 'hem all. (O me, The angry Boy come too? Hee'll make a noyse And nere away till he haue betrayed vs all.) What Rogues, Baudes, Slaues, you'il open the dore anone. Punque, Cocatrice, my Suster. By this light I'll fetch the Marshall to you. You are a Whore, To keepe your Castle. Who would you speake with, Sir? The baudy Doctor, and the Cosening Captaine, And Pus my Suster. This is something, sure! Vpon my trust, the dores were neuer open, Sir. I haue heard all their tricks, told me twice ouer, By the fat Knight, and the leane Gentleman. Here comes another. Ananias too? And his Pastor? The dores are shut against vs. Come forth, you Seed of Vipers, Sonnes of Belial, Your wickednesse is broke forth: Abhomination Is in the House. My Suster's there. The place, It is become a Cage of vncleane birds. I, I will fetch the Scauenger, and the Cunstable. You shall doe well. Wee'll ioyne, to weede them out. You will not come then? Punque, Deuise, my Suster? Call her not Sister. She is a Harlot, verily. I'll raise the street. Good Gentlemen, a word. Sathan, auoide, and hinder not our zeale. The world's turn'd Bet'lem. These are all broke loose, Out of S. Katherines, where they vse to keepe, The better sort of Mad-folkes. All these Persons We saw goe in, and out here. Yes, indeed Sir. These were the Parties. Peace, you Drunkards. Sir, I wonder at it! Please you, to giue me leaue To touch the dore, I'll try and the Lock be chang'd. It mazes me! Good faith, Sir, I beleeue, There's no such thing. 'Tis all Deceptio visus. Would I could get him away. Mr. Captaine. Mr. Doctor. Who's that? (Our Clearke within, that I forgot) I know not, Sir. For Gods sake, when will her Grace be at leasure? Ha! Illusions, some spirit o'the ayre: (His gag is melted, And now he sets out the throte.) I am almost stifled— Would you were altogether.) 'Tis i'the house. Ha! List. Beleeue it Sir, i'the ayre. Peace, you— Mine Aunts Grace dos not vse me well. You Foole, Peace, you'll marre all.