Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Or you will else, you Rogue. O, is it so? Then you converse with spirits. Come Sir. No more o'your tricks, good leremy, The truth, the shortest way. Dismiss this rabble, Sir. What shall I do? I am catched. Good Neighbours, I thank you all. You may depart. Come Sir, You know that I am an indulgent Master: And therefore conceal nothing. What's your medicine, To draw so many several sorts of wildfowl? Sir, you were wont to affect mirth, and wit. But here's no place to talk on't i'the street. Give me but leave, to make the best of my fortune, And only pardon me th'abuse of your House. It's all I beg. I'll help you to a Widow, In recompense, that you shall gi'me thanks for, Will make you seven years younger, and a rich one. 'Tis but your putting on a Spanish Cloak, I have her within. You need not fear the House, It was not visited. But by me, who came Sooner than you expected. It is true, Sir. Pray you forgive me. Well: Let's see your Widow. HOw! ha you eaten your gag? Yes faith, it crumbled Away i' my mouth. You ha' spoiled all then. No, I hope my Aunt of Fairy will forgive me. Your Aunt's a gracious Lady, but in truth You were to blame. The fume did overcome me, And I did do't to stay my stomach. Pray you So satisfy her Grace. Here comes the Captain. How now! Is his mouth down? ay, he has spoken! (A pox, I heard him, and you too.) he's undone, then. I have been fain to say, the House is haunted With Spirits, to keep Churl back. And hast thou done it? Sure, for this night. Why then triumph, and sing Of Face so famous, the precious King Of present wits. Did you not hear the coil, About the door? Yes, and I dwindled with it. Show him his Aunt, and let him be dispatched: I'll send her to you. Well Sir, your Aunt her Grace, Will give you audience presently, on my suit, And the captains word, that you did not eat your gag, In any contempt of her Highness. Not I, in troth, Sir. Here she is come. Down o' your knees, and wriggle: She has a stately presence. Good. Yet nearer, And bid God save her. Madame. And your Aunt. And my most Gracious Aunt, God save your Grace. Nephew, we thought to have been angry, with you; But that sweet face of yours, hath turned the tide, And made it flow with joy, that ebbed of love. Arise, and touch our velvet Gown. The Skirts, And kisse'hem. So. Let me now struck that head. Much, Nephew, shalt thou win; much shalt thou spend; Much shalt thou give away, much shalt thou Lend. ay, much indeed. Why do you not thank her Grace? I cannot speak, for joy.. See, the kind wretch! Your Grace's kinsman right.
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Or you will else, you Rogue. O, is it so? Then you conuerse with spirits. Come Sir. No more o'your tricks, good leremy, The truth, the shortest way. Dismisse this rabble, Sir. What shall I doe? I am catch'd. Good Neighbours, I thanke you all. You may depart. Come Sir, You know that I am an indulgent Master: And therefore conceale nothing. What's your med'cine, To draw so many seuerall sorts of wild-foule? Sir, you were wont to affect mirth, and wit. But here's no place to talke on't i'the street. Giue me but leaue, to make the best of my fortune, And onely pardon me th'abuse of your House. It's all I begge. I'll help you to a Widdow, In recompence, that you shall gi'me thankes for, Will make you seauen yeeres yonger, and a rich one. 'Tis but your putting on a Spanish Cloake, I haue her within. You neede not feare the House, It was not visited. But by me, who came Sooner then you expected. It is true, Sir. Pray you forgiue me. Well: Let's see your Widdow. HOw! ha' you eaten your gag? Yes faith, it crumbled Away i' my mouth. You ha' spoil'd all then. No, I hope my Aunt of Faery will forgiue me. Your Aunt's a gracious Lady, but intruth You were to blame. The fume did ouercome me, And I did do't to stay my stomack. 'Pray you So satisfie her Grace. Here comes the Captaine. How now! Is his mouth downe? I, he has spoken! (A poxe, I heard him, and you too.) Hee's vndone, then. I haue beene faine to say, the House is haunted With Spirits, to keepe Churle back. And hast thou done it? Sure, for this night. Why then triumph, and sing Of Face so famous, the precious King Of present wits. Did you not heare the coyle, About the dore? Yes, and I dwindled with it. Shew him his Aunt, and let him be dispatch'd: I'll send her to you. Well Sir, your Aunt her Grace, Will giue you audience presently, on my sute, And the Captaines word, that you did not eate your gag, In any contempt of her Highnesse. Not I, in troth, Sir. Here she is come. Downe o' your knees, and wriggle: She has a stately presence. Good. Yet nearer, And bid God saue her. Madame. And your Aunt. And my most Gracious Aunt, God saue your Grace. Nephew, we thought to haue been angry, with you; But that sweet face of yours, hath turn'd the tide, And made it flow with Ioy, that eb'd of Loue. Arise, and touch our veluet Gowne. The Skirts, And kisse'hem. So. Let me now stroke that head. Much, Nephew, shalt thou winne; much shalt thou spend; Much shalt thou giue away, much shalt thou Lend. I, much indeede. Why doe you not thanke her Grace? I cannot speake, for Ioy. See, the kinde wretch! Your Graces kins-man right.