Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Sir, an apprentice In armoury. I have read the Elements, And Accidence, and all the leading books, And I have, now, upon me a great ambition, How to be brought to her Grace, to kiss her hands. Why, if you have acquaintance with Mistress Statute, Or Mistress Band, my Lady's Gentlewomen, They can induce you. One is a judge's Daughter, But somewhat stately; th'other Mistress Band, Her father's but a Scrivener, but she can Almost as much with my Lady, as the other, Especially, if Rose Wax the Chambermaid Be willing. Do you not know her, Sir, neither? Not in troth Sir. She's a good pliant wench, And easy to be wrought, Sir, but the Nurse Old mother Mortgage, if you have a Tenement, Or such a morsel? though she have no teeth, She loves a sweet meat, any thing that melts In her warm gums, she could command it for you On such a trifle, a toy. Sir, you may see, How for your love, and this so pure complexion, (A perfect Sanguine) I ha' ventured thus, The straining of a ward, opening a door Into the secrets of our family: I pray you let me know, Sir, unto whom I am so much beholden; but your name. My name is Broker, I am Secretary, And Usher, to her Grace. Good Master Broker! Good Mr. Pied-mantle. Why? you could do me, If you would, now, this favour of yourself. Truly, I think I could: but if I would, I hardly should, without, or Mistress Band, Or Mistress Statute, please to appear in it. Or the good Nurse I told you of, Mistress Mortgage. We know our places here, we mingle not One in another's sphere, but all move orderly, In our own orbs; yet we are all Concentrics. Well, Sir, I'll wait a better season. Do, And study the right means, get Mistress Band To urge on your behalf, or little Wax. I have a hope, Sir, that I may, by chance, Light on her Grace, as she's taking the air: That air of hope, has blasted many an airy Of Kestrels like yourself: Good Master Pied-mantle, Well said, Master Secretary, I stood behind And heard thee all. I honour thy dispatches. If they be rude, untrained it our method And have not studied the rule, dismiss 'em quickly, Where's Lickfinger my Cook? that unctuous rascal? he'll never keep his hour, that vessel of kitchenstuff! Here he is come, Sir. Pox upon him kidney, Always too late! To wish 'em you, I confess, That ha'them already. What? The pox! The piles, The plague, and all diseases light on him, Knows not to keep his word. I'd keep my word sure! I hate that man that will not keep his word, When did I break my word? Or I, till now? And 'tis but half an hour. Half a year: To me that stands upon a minute of time. I am a just man, I love still to be just.
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Sir, an apprentiſe In armoiry. I haue read the Elements, And Accidence, and all the leading bookes, And I haue, now, vpon me a great ambition, How to be brought to her Grace, to kiſſe her hands. Why, if you haue acquaintance with Miſtreſſe Statute, Or Miſtreſſe Band, my Ladies Gentlewomen, They can induce you. One is a Iudges Daughter, But ſomewhat ſtately; th'other Miſtreſſe Band, Her father's but a Scriuener, but ſhee can Almoſt as much with my Lady, as the other, Eſpecially, if Roſe Waxe the Chambermaid Be willing. Doe you not know her, Sir, neither? No in troth Sir. She's a good plyant wench, And eaſie to be wrought, Sir, but the Nurſe Old mother Mortgage, if you haue a Tenement, Or ſuch a morſell? though ſhee haue no teeth, Shee loues a ſweet meat, any thing that melts In her warme gummes, ſhe could command it for you On ſuch a trifle, a toy. Sir, you may ſee, How for your loue, and this ſo pure complexion, (A perfect Sanguine) I ha' ventured thus, The ſtraining of a ward, opening a doore Into the ſecrets of our family: I pray you let mee know, Sir, vnto whom I am ſo much beholden; but your name. My name is Broker, I am Secretary, And Vſher, to her Grace. Good Maſter Broker! Good Mr. Pyed-mantle. Why? you could do me, If you would, now, this fauour of your ſelfe. Truely, I thinke I could: but if I would, I hardly ſhould, without, or Miſtreſſe Band, Or Miſtreſſe Statute, pleaſe to appeare in it. Or the good Nurſe I told you of, Miſtreſſe Mortgage. We know our places here, wee mingle not One in anothers ſphere, but all moue orderly, In our owne orbes; yet wee are all Concentricks. Well, Sir, I'll waite a better ſeaſon. Doe, And ſtudy the right meanes, get Miſtreſſe Band To vrge on your behalfe, or little Waxe. I haue a hope, Sir, that I may, by chance, Light on her Grace, as ſhe's taking the ayre: That ayre of hope, has blaſted many an ayrie Of Caſtrills like your ſelfe: Good Maſter Pyed-mantle, Well ſaid, Maſter Secretary, I ſtood behinde And heard thee all. I honor thy diſpatches. If they be rude, vntrained it our method And haue not ſtudied the rule, diſmiſſe 'hem quickly, Where's Lickfinger my Cooke? that vnctuous raſcall? Hee'll neuer keepe his houre, that veſſell of kitchinſtuffe! HEere hee is come, Sir. Pox vpon him kidney, Alwaies too late! To wiſh 'hem you, I confeſſe, That ha'them already. What? The pox! The piles, The plague, and all diſeaſes light on him, Knowes not to keepe his word. I'ld keepe my word ſure! I hate that man that will not keepe his word, When did I breake my word? Or I, till now? And 'tis but halfe an houre. Halfe a yeere: To mee that ſtands vpon a minute of time. I am a iuſt man, I loue ſtill to be iuſt.