Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Know you, why I bought it Sr? Not I To work for you, and carry a ours Against the Master of it, Master Cymbal; Who hath a plot upon a Gentlewoman, Was once designed for you, Sir. Me? Your father, Old Master Peniboy, of happy memory, And wisdom too, as any i'the County, Careful to find out a fit match for you, In his own life time (but he was prevented) Left it in writing in a Schedule here, To be annexed to his Will; that you, His only Son, upon his charge, and blessing, Should take due notice of a Gentlewoman, Sojourning with your uncle, Rieher Peniboy. A Cornish Gentlewoman, I do know her, Mistress, Pecunia doe-all. A great Lady, Indeed she is, and not of mortal race, Infanta of the Mines; her Grace's Grandfather, Was Duke, and Cousin to the King of Ophir, The Subterranean, let that pass. Her name is, Or rather, her three names are (for such she is) Aurelia Clara Pecunia, A great Princess, Of mighty power, though she live in private With a contracted family! Her Secretary— Who is her Gentleman-usher too. One Broker, And than two Gentlewomen; Mistress Statute, And Mistress Band, with Wax the Chambermaid, And Mother Mortgage, the old Nurse, two Grooms, Pawn, and his fellow; you have not many to bribe, Sir. The work is feasible, and th'approaches easy, By your own kindred. Now, Sir, Cymbal thinks, The Master here, and governor o'the Staple, By his fine arts, and pomp of his great place To draw her! He concludes, she is a woman! And that so soon as sh' hears of the New Office, she'll come to visit it, as they all have long After new sights, and motions! But your bounty, Person, and bravery must achieve her. She is The talk o'the time! th'adventure o'the age! You cannot put yourself upon an action Of more importance. All the world are suitors to her. All sorts of men, and all professions! You shall have stall-fed Doctors, crammed Divines Make love to her, and with those studied And perfumed flatteries, as no room can stink Moore elegant, than where they are. Well chanted Old Canter thou singest true. And (by your leave) Good Masters worship, some of your velvet coat Make corpulent curtsies to her, till they crack for't. There's Doctor Almanac woos her, one of the jeerers, A fine Physician. Your Sea-captain, Shunfield, Gives out he'll go upon the Cannon for her. Though his loud mouthing get him little credit, Young Master Pied-mantle, the fine Herald Professes to deriver her through all ages, From all the Kings, and Queens, that ever were. And Master Madrigal, the crowned Poet Of these our times, doth offer at her praises As fair as any, when it shall please Apollo, That wit and rhyme may meet both in one subject.
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Know you, why I bought it Sr? Not I. To worke for you, and carry a myne Againſt the Maſter of it, Maſter Cymball; Who hath a plot vpon a Gentlewoman, Was once deſign'd for you, Sir. Me? Your father, Old Maſter Peni-boy, of happy memory, And wiſdome too, as any i'the County, Carefull to finde out a fit match for you, In his owne life time (but hee was preuented) Left it in writing in a Schedule here, To be annexed to his Will; that you, His onely Sonne, vpon his charge, and bleſſing, Should take due notice of a Gentlewoman, Soiourning with your vncle, Rieher Peni-boy. A Corniſh Gentlewoman, I doe know her, Miſtreſſe, Pecunia doe-all. A great Lady, Indeede ſhee is, and not of mortall race, Infanta of the Mines; her Graces Grandfather, Was Duke, and Couſin to the King of Ophyr, The Subterranean, let that paſſe. Her name is, Or rather, her three names are (for ſuch ſhee is) Aurelia Clara Pecunia, A great Princeſſe, Of mighty power, though ſhee liue in priuate With a contracted family! Her Secretary— Who is her Gentleman-vſher too. One Broker, And then two Gentlewomen; Miſtreſſe Statute, And Miſtreſſe Band, with Waxe the Chambermaide, And Mother Mortgage, the old Nurſe, two Groomes, Pawne, and his fellow; you haue not many to bribe, Sir. The worke is feizible, and th'approches eaſie, By your owne kindred. Now, Sir, Cymball thinkes, The Maſter here, and gouernor o'the Staple, By his fine arts, and pompe of his great place To draw her! He concludes, ſhee is a woman! And that ſo ſoone as ſh' heares of the New Office, Shee'll come to viſit it, as they all haue longings After new ſights, and motions! But your bounty, Perſon, and brauery muſt atchieue her. Shee is The talke o'the time! th'aduenture o'the age! You cannot put your ſelfe vpon an action Of more importance. All the world are ſuiters to her. All ſorts of men, and all profeſſions! You ſhall haue ſtall-fed Doctors, cram'd Diuines Make loue to her, and with thoſe ſtudied And perfum'd flatteries, as no rome can ſtinke More elegant, then where they are. VVell chanted Old Canter thou ſingſt true. And (by your leaue) Good Maſters worſhip, ſome of your veluet coate Make corpulent curt'ſies to her, till they cracke for't. There's Doctor Almanack wooes her, one of the Ieerers, A fine Phyſitian. Your Sea-captaine, Shun-field, Giues out hee'll goe vpon the Cannon for her. Though his lowd mouthing get him little credit, Young Maſter Pyed-mantle, the fine Herrald Profeſſes to deriuer her through all ages, From all the Kings, and Queenes, that euer were. And Maſter Madrigall, the crowned Poet Of theſe our times, doth offer at her praiſes As faire as any, when it ſhall pleaſe Apollo, That wit and rime may meete both in one ſubiect.