Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
This Bawd belike has her house pulled down. So: come hither, nearer, where shines this star? I'th' City, brightly, sprightly, bravely, oh 'tis a Creature— Young! Delicate, piercing eye, enchanting voice, lip red and moist, skin soft and white; she's amorous, delicious, inciferous tender, neat. Thou mad'st me, newly married! New married, that's all the hole you can find in her conte, but so newly, the poesy of her wedding Ring is scarce warm with the heat of her finger; therefore my Lord, fasten this wagtail, as soon as you can lime your bush, for women are Venice-glasses, one knock spoils 'em. Cracked things pox on 'em. And then they'll hold no more than a lawyer's Conscience. How shall I get a sight of this rich Diamond. I would have you first disguised go along with me, and buy some toy in her shop, and then if you like Danae fall into her lap like Iove, a net of goldsmith's work will pluck up more women at one draught, than a Fisherman does Salmons at fifteen. What's her Husband? A flatcap, pish; if he storm, give him a court-loaf stop's mouth with a Monopoly. thouhast fired me. You know where to quench you. I'll steal from Court in some disguise presently. Stand on no ground good your Highness. Away, I'll follow thee, speak not of haste, Thou tiest but wings to a swift grey Hound's heel, And add'st to a running Chariot a fift wheel. Thou now dost hinder me, away, away. Lazarillo art bound yet? No, but my Indentures are made. Make as much haste to seal, as younger Brothers do at taking up of Commodities: for Lazarillo, there's not any Deigo that treads upon Spanish leather, goes more upright upon the soles of his Conscience, than our Master does. Troth so I think, now I like my little smirking Mistress as well. Like her, did not I like her simply, to run away from her father (where I had both men Servants and maid Servants under me) to wear a flat cap here and cry what do you lack. What is't you lack Gentlemen, rich garters, spangled roses, silk stockings, embroidered gloves or girdles. Don sweet Don, see here rich Tuscan hatbands, ventoys, or Barbarian shoestrings— no point— Their powder is dankish and will not take fire. Reach that paper of gloves what mark is't? P. and Q. P. and Q. chafe these, chafe, chafe, here's a world to make Shopkeepers chafe. What is't you buy Sir, gloves, garters, girdles. Lazarillo, Lazarillo, my old master Andrada Malevento; do you hear sir, the best hangers in Spain for your worship. umh! I have known that voice, what! Run away! Why how now Bilbo! grown a Shopkeeper! jogging on Sir, in the old path to be called upon to bear all offices, I hope one day.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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This Bawd belike has her house pull'd downe. So: come hither, nearer, where shines this starre? I'th City, brightly, sprightly, brauely, oh 'tis a Creature— Young! Delicate, piercing eye, inchanting voyce, lip red and moyst, skin soft and white; she's amorous, delicious, inciferous tender, neate. Thou madst me, newly married! New married, that's all the hole you can find in her conte, but so newly, the poesie of her wedding Ring is scarce warme with the heate of her finger; therefore my Lord, fasten this wagtayle, as soone as you can lime your bush, for women are Venice-glasses, one knocke spoyles em. Crackt things pox on 'em. And then they'l hold no more then a Lawyers Conscience. How shall I get a sight of this rich Diamond. I would haue you first disguis'd goe along with mee, and buy some toy in her shop, and then if you like Danae fall into her lap like Iove, a net of Goldsmiths worke will plucke vp more women at one draught, then a Fisherman does Salmons at fifteene. What's her Husband? A flatcap, pish; if he storme, giue him a Court-Loafe stop's mouth with a Monopoly. T'hast fir'd me. You know where to quench you. Ile steale from Court in some disguise presently. Stand on no ground good your Highnesse. Away, Ile follow thee, speake not of hast, Thou tyest but wings to a swift gray Hounds heele, And add'st to a running Charriot a fift wheele. Thou now dost hinder me, away, away. Lazarillo art bound yet? No, but my Indentures are made. Make as much haste to seale, as younger Brothers doe at taking vp of Commodities: for Lazarillo, there's not any Deigo that treads vpon Spanish leather, goes more vpright vpon the soles of his Conscience, then our Master does. Troth so I thinke, now I like my little smirking Mistris as well. Like her, did not I like her simply, to runne away from her father (where I had both men Seruants and maid Seruants vnder me) to weare a flat cap here and cry what doe you lacke. What is't you lacke Gentlemen, rich garters, spangled roses, silke stockins, embrodered gloues or girdles. Don sweet Don, see here rich Tuscan hatbands, ventoyes, or Barbarian shoo-strings—no poynt— Their powder is dankish and will not take fire. Reach that paper of gloues what marke is't? P. and Q. P. and Q. chafe these, chafe, chafe, here's a world to make Shopkeepers chafe. What is't you buy Sir, gloues, garters, girdles. Lazarillo, Lazarillo, my old master Andrada Malevento; do you heare sir, the best hangers in Spaine for your worship. Vmh! I haue knowne that voyce, what! Run away! Why how now Bilbo! growne a Shopkeeper! Iogging on Sir, in the old path to be call'd vpon to beare all offices, I hope one day.