Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Do you hear, my friend, can you tell me when, and how my uncle died? Yes sir, he died this morning, and he was killed by a Butcher? How! by a Butcher? Yes indeed sir, for going this morning into the Market, to cheapen meat, he fell down stark dead, because a Butcher asked him four shillings for a shoulder of Mutton. How stark dead! & could not aqua vitae fetch him again? No sir, nor Rosa solis neither, and yet there was trial made of both. I shall love aqua vitae & rosa solis the better while I live. Will it please your worship to accept of my poor service, you know my case is desperate, I beseech you that I may feed upon your bread, though it be of the brownest, and drink of your drink though it be of the smallest, for I am humble in body, and dejected in mind, and will do your worship as good service for forty shillings a year, as another shall for 3. pounds. I will not stand with you for such a matter, because you have been my master, but otherwise, I will entertain no man without some Knights or lady's Letter for their behaviour, Gervase I take it is your christen name. Yes if it please your worship. Well Gervase, be a good servant, and you shall find me a dutiful master: and because you have been a Gentleman, I will entertain you for my Tutor in behaviour; Conduct me to my palace. As little children love to play with fire, And will not leave till they themselves do burn, So did I fondly dally with Desire: Until loves flames grew hot, I could not turn, Nor well avoid; but sigh and sob, and mourn As children do, whenas they feel the pain, Till tender mother kiss them whole again. Fie, what unsavoury stuff is this? but she, Whose mature judgement can distinguish things, Will thus conceit; tales that are harshest told, Have smoothest meanings, and to speak are bold: It is the first-born Sonnet of my brain, We sucked a white leaf from my black-lipped pen So sad employment, Yet the dry paper drinks it up as deep, As if it flowed from Petrarch's cunning Quill. How now! what have we here, a Sonnet and a Satire coupled together like my Lady's Dog and her monkey; As little children etc. Pre thee away, by the deepest oath that can be sworn, thou shalt not read it, by our friendship I conjure thee, pray thee let go. Now in the name of Cupid, what want'st thou, a pigeon, a dove, a mate, a turtle, dost love foul, ha? O no, she's fairer thrice than is the Queen, Whom beauteous Venus called is by name, pray thee let me know what she is thou lovest, that I may shunae her, if I should chance to meet her.
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Do you heare, my friend, can you tell me when, and how my vncle died? Yes sir, he died this morning, and hee was kill'd by a Butcher? How! by a Butcher? Yes indeed sir, for going this morning into the Market, to cheapen meate, hee fell downe starke dead, because a Butcher ask'd him foure shillings for a shoulder of Mutton. How stark dead! & could not aqua vitae fetch him again? No sir, nor Rosa solis neither, and yet there was triall made of both. I shall loue aqua vitae & rosa solis the better while I liue. Will it please your worship to accept of my poore seruice, you know my case is desperate, I beseech you that I may feed vpon your bread, tho it be of the brownest, and drinke of your drinke tho it be of the smallest, for I am humble in body, and deiected in minde, and will do your worship as good seruice for forty shillings a yeare, as another shall for 3. pounds. I will not stand with you for such a matter, because you haue beene my master, but otherwise, I will entertaine no man without some Knights or Ladies Letter for their behauiour, Geruase I take it is your christen name. Yes if it please your worship. Well Geruase, be a good seruant, and you shall finde me a dutifull master: and because you haue beene a Gentleman, I will entertaine you for my Tutor in behauiour; Conduct me to my pallace. As little children loue to play with fire▪ And will not leaue till they themselues doe burne, So did I fondly dally with Desire: Vntill Loues flames grew hote, I could not turne, Nor well auoyde; but sigh and sob, and mourne As children doe, when as they feele the paine, Till tender mother kisse them whole againe. Fie, what vnsauery stuffe is this? but shee, Whose mature iudgement can distinguish things, Will thus conceit; tales that are harshest told, Haue smoothest meanings, and to speake are bold: It is the first-borne Sonet of my braine, We suck'd a white leafe from my blacke-lipp'd penne So sad employment, Yet the dry paper drinkes it vp as deep, As if it flowed from Petrarkes cunning Quill. How now! what haue we heere, a Sonet and a Satire coupled together like my Ladies Dogge and her Munkie; As little children &c. Pre thee away, by the deepest oath that can be sworne, thou shalt not reade it, by our friendship I coniure thee, pre thee let goe. Now in the name of Cupid, what want'st thou, a pigeon, a doue, a mate, a turtle, dost loue fowle, ha? O no, shee's fairer thrice then is the Queene, Whom beauteous Venus called is by name, pre thee let mee know what she is thou louest, that I may shunae her, if I should chance to meete her.