Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Why here's a Gentleman your friend, will not say so. i' faith but he shall: How say you sir, Am not I an Ass? Yes by my troth Lady is he: Why I'll say any thing my brother Bubble says. Is this the man my Father choose for me, to make a Husband of? O God, how blind are parents in our loves: so they have wealth, they care not to what things they marry us. Pray look upon me Lady. So I do sir. ay but look upon me well, and tell me if you ever saw any man look so scurvily, as I do? The fellow sure is frantic. You do not mark me? Yes indeed sir. ay, but look upon me well: Did you ever see a worse timbered Leg? By my faith 'tis a pretty four square Leg. ay but your four square Legs are none of the best. Oh! Iaruis, Iaruis. Excellent well sir. What say you now to me Lady, can you find ere a good inch about me? Yes that I can sir. Find it, and take it sweet Lady: There I think I bobbed her, Iaruis? Well sir, disparage not yourself so: for if you were The man you'd make yourself; yet out of your Behaviour and discourse, I could find cause enough To love you. Augh! now she comes to me: My behaviour? alas, alas, 'tis clownical; and my discourse is very bald, bald: You shall not hear me break a good jest in a twelvemonth. No sir? why now you break a good jest. No, I want the Boon joure, and the Tu quoques, Which yonder Gentleman has: there's a bob for him too: There's a Gentleman, and you talk of a Gentleman? Who he? he's a Coxcomb indeed. We are sworn Brothers in good faith Lady. Yes in truth we are sworn Brothers, and do mean to go both alike, and to have Horses alike. And they shall be sworn Brothers too? If it please them, Lady. M. Balance, the Gold smith desires to speak with you. Bid him come, knave. I wonder (Sir Lyonell) your son Will Rash is not here? Is he of your acquaintance, sir? O very familiar; he struck me a box on the ear once, and from thence grew my love to him. It was a sign of virtue in you sir; but he'll be here at dinner. Master Balance, what makes you so strange? Come, you're welcome: what's the News? Why sir, the old News: your man Francis riots still, And little hope of thrift there is in him; Therefore I come to advise your Worship, To take some order whilst there's something left, The better part of his best Ware's consumed. Speak softly Master Balance. But is there no hope of his recovery? None at all sir; for he's already laid to be arrested by some that I know.
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Why heer's a Gentleman your friend, will not say so. Y fayth but he shall: How say you sir, Am not I an Asse? Yes by my troth Lady is he: Why Ile say any thing my brother Bubble sayes. Is this the man my Father choose for mee, to make a Husband of? O God, how blind are parents in our loues: so they haue weath, they care not to what thinges they marry vs. Pray looke vpon mee Lady. So I doe sir. I but looke vpon mee well, and tell mee if you euer saw any man looke so scuruily, as I doe? The fellow sure is frantique. You doe not marke mee? Yes indeed sir. I, but looke vpon mee well: Did you euer see a worse timberd Legge? By my fayth tis a pretty foure square Legge. I but your foure square Legges are none of the best. Oh! Iaruis, Iaruis. Excellent well sir. What say you now to mee Lady, can you find ere a good inch about mee? Yes that I can sir. Find it, and take it sweete Lady: There I thinke I bobd her, Iaruis? Well sir, disparadge not your selfe so: for if you were The man you'd make your selfe; yet out of your Behauiour and discourse, I could find cause enough To loue you. Augh! now shee comes to mee: My behauiour? alas, alas, tis clownicall; and my discourse is very bald, bald: You shall not heare mee breake a good Ieast in a twelue month. No sir? why now you breake a good Ieast. No, I want the Boone Ioure, and the Tu quoques, Which yonder Gentleman has: Ther's a bob for him too: There's a Gentleman, and you talke of a Gentleman? Who hee? hee's a Coxcombe indeed. We are sworne Brothers in good fayth Lady. Yes in truth wee are sworne Brothers, and do meane to goe both alike, and to haue Horses alike. And they shall be sworne Brothers too? If it please them, Lady. M. Ballance, the Gold smith desires to speake with you. Bid him come, knaue. I woonder (Sir Lyonell) your sonne Will Rash is not heere? Is hee of your acquaintance, sir? O very familiar; hee strooke mee a boxe on the eare once, and from thence grew my loue to him. It was a signe of vertue in you sir; but heele be heere at dinner. Maister Ballance, what makes you so strange? Come, you're welcome: what's the Newes? Why sir, the old Newes: your man Francis royots still, And little hope of thrift there is in him▪ Therefore I come to aduise your Worship, To take some order whilst there's something left, The better part of his best Ware's consumd. Speake softly Maister Ballance. But is there no hope of his recouerie? None at all sir; for hees already layd to be arested by some that I know.