Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Out you prattling Parachito, Come you hither to abuse me. Take this for your pains. Now thank thy stars, that with a female signature Did stamp thy sex, audacious strumpet, Shall I draw? no, now I think on't I will not; For reason and experience shows, that no man Ere gained repute by drawing 'gainst a woman. Stripling, dost think I fear a naked blade; I'll meet thee where thou dar'st, and whip thee too For thy unruly tongue, thy sauciness. Well minion, remember this, If I do not cry you quit for this abuse, Then let me ne'er be trusted: Your Mistress shall know how you have used me, So she shall. Skippiake tell what you can, I weight not this, I'll make you know that you have done amiss. FOrget you not the powder for your breath, I took a dram of it this morning, According to your appointment. Your pallid cheek requires, in mine opinion, A deeper tincture of vermilion. And I am of the same mind: But 'twas my Maid's fault. I think she goes about utterly to undo me: She is as good a servant as ere was Married to the whipping. post. I tell you true I would not for twenty crowns That Rhodon had seen you with this face. That Ceruse on your brow is extremely dull, There is no lustre, no resplendency in it. 'Slight I have seen often times a stained cloth Over a smoky chimney in an Alehouse Present me with a better face. Nay, I could not for my heart persuade The wicked pertinacious harlot, To lay more colour on then pleased her fancy; Bat if I live I will cashier the quean. If you do not, you are no friend to yourself. How lik'st thou the colour of my hair. Oh that is exceedingly well dyde. methinks the hue is not high enough. Nay, pardon me Madam: 'tis passing well. The brown hue is the most incomparable colour For a hair of all other. Those golden wires that on fair Hero's shoulders dangle And those fair flaxen threads that made Ioue Dote upon fair Nonacrine, May not be compared with the lovely brown. Discreet Poneria, thy wise approbation Doth give my fancy ample satisfaction. But hear me Poneria, will you undertake That I shall meet with the Shepherd Rhodon, As you oft have promised me. Fair shepherdess I will. But 'tis a thing impossible I fear. Why so good Eglantine? Because I hear he deeply is engaged To Iris, that proud Damsel of Hymettus. I grant he is: and since things are thus, I will so act my part, that his new love Shall be the means to renew that good will That hath been heretofore 'twixt him and you.
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Out you pratling Parachito, Come you hither to abuse me. Take this for your paines. Now thank thy stars, that with a female signature Did stampe thy sexe, audacious strumpet, Shall I draw? no, now I thinke ont I will not; For reason and experience shewes, that no man Ere gain'd repute by drawing gainst a woman. Stripling, dost thinke I feare a naked blade; Ile meete thee where thou dar'st, and whip thee too For thy unruly tongue, thy sawcinesse. Well minion, remember this, If I doe not cry you quit for this abuse, Then let me nere be trusted: Your Mistris shall know how you have us'd me, So she shall. Skippiake tell what you can, I weigh't not this, Ile make you know that you have done amisse. FOrget you not the powder for your breath, I tooke a dram of it this morning, According to your appointment. Your pallid cheeke requires, in mine opinion, A deeper tincture of vermilion. And I am of the same minde: But 'twas my Maids fault. I thinke she goes about utterly to undoe me: She is as good a servant as ere was Married to the whipping. post. I tell you true I would not for twenty crownes That Rhodon had seene you with this face. That Ceruse on your brow is extreamely dull, There is no lustre, no resplendency in it. S'light I have seene often times a stain'd cloath Over a smoakie chimney in an Alehouse Present me with a better face. Nay, I could not for my heart perswade The wicked pertinacious harlot, To lay more colour on then pleased her fancy; Bat if I live I will cashiere the queane. If you doe not, you are no friend to your selfe. How lik'st thou the colour of my haire. Oh that is exceedingly well dyde. Me thinks the hue is not high enough. Nay, pardon me Madam: tis passing well. The browne hue is the most incomparable colour For a haire of all other. Those golden wires that on faire Hero's sholders dangl And those faire flaxen threds that made Ioue Dote upon faire Nonacrine, May not be compar'd with the lovely browne. Discreet Poneria, thy wise approbation Doth give my fancy ample satisfaction. But heare me Poneria, will you undertake That I shall meet with the Shepheard Rhodon, As you oft have promis'd me. Faire shepheardesse I will. But 'tis a thing impossible I feare. Why so good Eglantine? Because I heare he deeply is ingag'd To Iris, that proud Damsell of Hymettus. I grant he is: and since things are thus, I will so act my part, that his new love Shall be the meanes to renue that good will That hath bin heretofore twixt him and you.