Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Give me the Bird. Here is your Fly in a Purse, about your neck, cozen, Wear it, and feed it, about this day seu ' night, On your right wrist. Open a vain, with a Pin, And let it suck but once a week. Till then, You must not look on't. No. And Kinsman, Bear yourself worthy of the blood you come on. Her Grace would ha' you eat no more Woolsack pies, Nor Dagger Frumenty. Nor break his fast, In Heaven, and Hell. she's with you every where. Nor play with Costermongers at Mumchance, Tray-trip, God make you rich (when as your Aunt has done it:) but keep The Gallantest company, and the best Games. Yes, Sir. Gleek and Primero; and what you get be true to us. By this hand, I will. You may bring's a Thousand pound, Before to morrow night, (if but three Thousand Be stirring) if you will. I swear, I will then. Your Fly will learn you all Games. Ha'you done there? Your Grace will command him no more duties? No: But come, and see me often. I may chance To leave him three or four hundred Chests of Treasure, And some five thousand Acres of Fairy Land: If he Game well, and comely, with good Gamesters. There's a kind Aunt! Kiss her departing part. But you must sell your forty mark a year, now. ay, Sir, I mean. Or gi't away. A pox on't. I'll gi't mine Aunt. I'll go and fetch the writings. 'Tis well, away. Where's Subtle? Here. What news? Drugger is at the door, go take his suit, And bid him fetch a Parson presently. Say he shall marry the Widow. Thou shalt spend A hundred pound by the service. Now, Queen Dol, Ha' you packed up all? Yes. And how do you like The Lady Pliant? A good dull Innocent. Here's your Hieronimo's cloak, and hat. Give me 'hem. And the Ruff too? Yes, I'll come to you presently. Now, he is gone about his project, Dol, I told you of, for the Widow. 'Tis direct Against our Articles. Well, we'll fit him, Wench. Hast thou gulled her of her jewels, or her Bracelets? No, but I will do't. Soon at night, my Dolly, When we are shipped, and all our goods aboard, Eastward for Ratcliff, we will turn our course To Brainford, Westward, if thou sayst the word, And take our leaves of this ore-weening Rascal, This peremptory Face. Content. I'm weary of him, Thou'hast cause, when the Slave will run a wiving, Dol, Against the instrument, that was drawn between us. I'll pluck his Bird as bare as I can. Yes, tell her, She must by any means, address some present To th'Cunning man, make him amends for wronging His Art with her suspicion, send a Ring, Or chain of Pearl, she will be tortured else Extremely in her sleep, say, and ha' strange things Come to her, wilt thou? Yes.
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Giue me the Bird. Here is your Flye in a Purse, about your neck, Cosen, Weare it, and feede it, about this day seu' night, On your right wrist. Open a veyne, with a Pinne, And let it suck but once a weeke. Till then, You must not looke on't. No. And Kinsman, Beare your selfe worthy of the blood you come on. Her Grace would ha' you eate no more Wool-sack pies, Nor Dagger Frumenty. Nor breake his fast, In Heauen, and Hell. Shee's with you euery where. Nor play with Coster-mongers at Mum-chance, Tray-trip, God make you rich (when as your Aunt has done it:) but keepe The Gallant'st company, and the best Games. Yes, Sir. Gleeke and Primero; and what you get be true to vs. By this hand, I will. You may bring's a Thousand pound, Before to morrow night, (if but three Thousand Be stirring) if you will. I sweare, I will then. Your Fly will learne you all Games. Ha'you done there? Your Grace will command him no more duties? No: But come, and see me often. I may chance To leaue him three or foure hundred Chests of Treasure, And some fiue thousand Acres of Faerie Land: If he Game well, and comely, with good Gamsters. There's a kinde Aunt! Kisse her departing part. But you must sell your forty marke a yeare, now. I, Sir, I meane. Or gi't away. A poxe on't. Ile gi't mine Aunt. Ile goe and fetch the writings. 'Tis well, away. Where's Subtle? Here. What newes? Drugger is at the dore, goe take his suite, And bid him fetch a Parson presently. Say he shall marry the Widdow. Thou shalt spend A hundred pound by the seruice. Now, Queene Dol, Ha' you pack'd vp all? Yes. And how doe you like The Lady Plyant? A good dull Innocent. Here's your Hieronimo's cloake, and hat. Giue me 'hem. And the Ruffe too? Yes, I'll come to you presently. Now, he is gone about his proiect, Dol, I told you of, for the Widdow. 'Tis direct Against our Articles. Well, wee'll fit him, Wench. Hast thou gull'd her of her Iewels, or her Bracelets? No, but I will do't. Soone at night, my Dlly, When we are shipt, and all our goods aboord, East-ward for Ratcliffe, we will turne our course To Brainford, Westward, if thou saist the word, And take our leaues of this ore-weening Raskall, This peremptory Face. Content. I'am weary of him, Thou'hast cause, when the Slaue will runne a wiuing, Dol, Against the instrument, that was drawne betweene vs. I'll pluck his Bird as bare as I can. Yes, tell her, She must by any meanes, addresse some present To th'Cunning man, make him amends for wronging His Art with her suspition, send a Ring, Or chaine of Pearle, she will be tortur'd else Extreamely in her sleepe, say, and ha' strange things Come to her, wilt thou? Yes.