Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Rude? Let me but crush him: Rude? Sirrah, 'tis well known you came from Barbary yourself, & because of some few Pounds in a Chest, you think to domineer over Tost: y'are a little handsome, I confess; and Wenches lick their lips after you; but for all that, would I might sink to the bottom, if I do not—: I will give Sugar but one box. Come, come, you shall not. Prithee Nutmeg, take out Tossed a little, to morrow we'll meet and be drunk together. So, so, I am glad he's gone: I do not love this Toasts company, yet some occasion or other, puts me still upon him. Ha', who's this? 'tis Wine my Master. What smoking? Wine and Tobacco, I think, are never asunder: but 'tis no marvel they agree so well, they come both out of a Pipe. Sugar, you are a sweet youth, you wait well. A friend of mine called me forth, to cure a cut finger. You'll turn Surgeon, or Physician shortly. But your diseases need none: for inflammations, which are dangerous to others, makes you more acceptable, nor do you blush to have it reported sir, how often you have been burnt. So sir, now you put me in mind on't, I hear say you run a wenching, and keep women's company too much. Alas sir, like will to like, Sugar being of his own nature sweet, has reason to make much of women, which are the sweetest creatures. But some of them are sour enough. I sir, Widows at fifteen, and Maids at twenty five; but I keep them company, for no other thing, then to convert them, some of them could even eat me, but for fear of spoiling their teeth. Indeed one of your sweethearts complained t'other day you made her teeth rotten. Alas sir, 'twas none of my fault, she bitten me first, and I could do no less, then punish her sweet tooth. Well sirrah, I say, take heed of women. Nay sir, if I may credit my own experience they are the best friends I have, for I am always in their mouths. If I come to a banquet, as none are made without me, in what fashion soever I appear, every woman bestows a handkerchief upon me, and strive to carry me away in their cleanest linen: nay, but for shame, to betray their affections to me, they would bring whole sheets for me to lie in. Why sure thou wert wrapped in thy mother's smock. I think if the Midwife were put to her oath, I was wrapped in hers, o'th' Christening day. Well sirrah, enough of this discourse, you are for the women, but we men have a better companion, and indeed bitter, as thou art sweet, that's this Tobacco. I sir, but I could never arrive at the understanding, why every man should so affect it.
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Rude? Let me but cruſh him: Rude? Sirra, tis well known you came from Barbary your ſelfe, & becauſe of ſome few Pounds in a Cheſt, you thinke to domineere ouer Toſt: y'are a little handſome, I confeſſe; and Wenches licke their lips after you; but for all that, would I might ſinke to the bottome, if I doe not —: I will giue Sugar but one box. Come, come, you ſhall not. Prethee Nutmeg, take out Toſt a little, to morrow weele meet and be drunke together. So, ſo, I am glad hee's gone: I doe not loue this Toſts companie, yet ſome occaſion or other, puts me ſtill vpon him. Ha, who's this? Tis Wine my Maſter. What ſmoking? Wine and Tobacco, I thinke, are neuer aſunder: but tis no maruell they agree ſo well, they come both out of a Pipe. Sugar, you are a ſweet youth, you wayt well. A friend of mine call'd me forth, to cure a cut finger. Youle turne Surgeon, or Phyſician ſhortly. But your diſeaſes need none: for inflamations, which are dangerous to others, makes you more acceptable, nor doe you bluſh to haue it reported ſir, how often you haue beene burnt. So ſir, now you put me in minde on't, I heare ſay you runne a wenching, and keepe womens company too much. Alas ſir, like will to like, Sugar being of his owne nature ſweete, has reaſon to make much of women, which are the ſweeteſt creatures. But ſome of them are ſower enough. I ſir, Widdowes at fifteene, and Maides at twentie fiue; but I keepe them company, for no other thing, then to conuert them, ſome of them could eu'n eate me, but for feare of ſpoiling their teeth. Indeed one of your ſweet-hearts complained t'other day you made her teeth rotten. Alas ſir, twas none of my fault, ſhe bit me firſt, and I could doe no leſſe, then puniſh her ſweet tooth. Well ſirra, I ſay, take heed of women. Nay ſir, if I may credit my owne experience they are the beſt friends I haue, for I am alwaies in their mouthes. If I come to a banquet, as none are made without me, in what faſhion ſoeuer I appeare, euery woman beſtowes a handkercher vpon mee, and ſtriue to carry me away in their cleaneſt linnen: nay, but for ſhame, to betray their affections to mee, they would bring whole ſheets for me to lie in. Why ſure thou wert wrapt in thy mothers ſmocke. I thinke if the Midwife were put to her oath, I was wrapt in hers, oth Chriſtning day. Well ſirra, enough of this diſcourſe, you are for the woemen, but wee men haue a better companion, and indeed bitter, as thou art ſweet, that's this Tobacco. I ſir, but I could neuer arriue at the vnderſtanding, why euery man ſhould ſo affect it.