Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Rogue, I'll hang myself That I may walk a greater devil, than thou, And haunt thee i'the Flock-bed, and the Buttery. WHat do you mean my Masters? Open your Door, Cheaters, Bawds, Conjurers. Or we'll break it open. What warrant have you? Warrant enough, Sir, doubt not, If you'll not open it. Is there an Officer, there? Yes, two, or three for failing. Have but patience, And I will open it strait. Sir, Ha' you done? Is it a Marriage? perfect? Yes, my Brain? Off with your Ruff, and Cloak then, be yourself, Sir. Down with the door. 'Slight, ding it open. Hold. Hold Gentlemen, what means this violence? Where is this Collier? And my Captain Face? These day-owls. That are Birding in men's purses. Madame Suppository. Doxy, my Sister. Locusts Of the foul pit Profane as Bel, and the Dragon. Worsethen the Grasshoppers, or the Lice of Egypt. Good Gentlemen, hear me. Are you Officers, And cannot stay this violence? Keep the peace. Gentlemen, what is the matter? Whom do you seek? The Chemical Cozener. And the Captain Pandarus. The Nun my Sister. Madame Rabbi. Scorpions, And Caterpillars. Fewer at once, I pray you. One after another, Gentlemen, I charge you, By virtue of my staff— They are the vessels Of shame, and of dishonour. Goodzeale, lie still, A little while. Peace, Deacon Ananias. The House is mine here, and the doors are open: If there be any such persons, as you seek for, Use your authority, search on o' God's name. I am but newly come to town, and finding This tumult 'bout my door (to tell you true) It somewhat mazed me; till my Man, here, (fearing My more displeasure) told me had done Somewhat an insolent part, let out my house (Belike, presuming on my known aversion From any air o'the town, while there was Sickness) To a Doctor, and a Captain, who, what they are, Or where they be, he knows not. Are they gone? You may go in, and search, Sir. Here, I find The empty Walls, worse than I left'hem, smoked, A few cracked pots, and Glasses, and a Furnace, The Ceiling filled with To●sies of the Candle: And Madam, with a Dildo, writ o'the walls. Only one Gentlewoman, I met here, That is within, that said she was a Widow— I that's my Sister. I'll go thump her. Where is she? And should ha' married a Spanish Count, buthe, When he came to't, neglected her so grossly, That I, a Widower, am gone through with her. How! Have I lost her then? Were you the Don, Sir? Good faith, now, she does blame ye extremely, and says You swore, and told her, you had ta'en the pains, To die your beard, and umbre o'er your face, Borrowed a Suit, and Ruff, all for her Love; And then did nothing What an over sight, And want of putting forward, Sir, was this! Well fare an old Hargubuzier, yet, Could prime his powder, and give fire, and hit, All in a twinkling.
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Rogue, I'll hang my selfe That I may walke a greater diuell, then thou, And haunt thee i'the Flock-bed, and the Buttery. VVHat do you meane my Masters? Open your Dore, Cheaters, Baudes, Coniurers. Or wee'll breake it open. What warrant haue you? Warrant inough, Sir, doubt not, If you'll not open it. Is there an Officer, there? Yes, two, or three for failing. Haue but patience, And I will open it straight. Sir, Ha' you done? Is it a Marriage? perfect? Yes, my Braine? Off with your Ruffe, and Cloake then, be your selfe, Sir. Down with the dore. 'Slight, ding it open. Hold. Hold Gentlemen, what meanes this violence? Where is this Colliar? And my Captaine Face? These day-Owls. That are Birding in mens purses. Madame Suppository. Doxey, my Suster. Locusts Of the foule pit Profane as Bel, and the Dragon. Worsethen the Grasse-hoppers, or the Lice of Aegypt. Good Gentlemen, heare me. Are you Officers, And cannot stay this violence? Keepe the peace. Gentlemen, what is the matter? Whom doe you seeke? The Chymicall Cousoner. And the Captaine Pandar. The Nun my Suster. Madame Rabbi. Scorpions, And Caterpillers. Fewer at once, I pray you. One after another, Gentlemen, I charge you, By vertue of my staffe— They are the vessels Of shame, and of dishonour. Goodzeale, lye still, A little while. Peace, Deacon Ananias. The House is mine here, and the dores are open: If there be any such persons, as you seeke for, Vse your authoritie, search on o' Gods name. I am but newly come to towne, and finding This tumult 'bout my dore(to tell you true) It somewhat mazd me; till my Man, here, (fearing My more displeasure) told me had done Somewhat an insolent part, let out my house (Belike, presuming on my knowne auersion From any ayre o'the towne, while there was Sicknesse) To a Doctor, and a Captaine, who, what they are, Or where they be, he knowes not. Are they gone? You may goe in, and search, Sir. Here, I finde The empty Walls, worse then I left'hem, smoak'd, A few crack'd pots, and Glasses, and a Fornace, The Seeling fill'd with Tosies of the Candle: And Madame, with a Dildo, writ o'the walles. Onely one Gentlewoman, I met here, That is within, that said she was a Widdow— I that's my Suster. I'll goe thumpe her. Where is she? And should ha' married a Spanish Count, buthe, When he came to't, neglected her so grossely, That I, a Widdower, am gone through with her. How! Haue I lost her then? Were you the Don, Sir? Good faith, now, she do's blame yo' extreamely, and sayes You swore, and told her, you had tane the paines, To dye your beard, and vmbre o'er your face, Borrowed a Sute, and Ruffe, all for her Loue; And then did nothing What an ouer sight, And want of putting forward, Sir, was this! Well fare an old Hargubuzier, yet, Could prime his poulder, and giue fire, and hit, All in a twinckling.