Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Sweet Nephew, if she were The daughter o' the Sun, she's at your service, And so am I, and the whole family, Worshipful Nephew. Sayst thou so, dear Uncle? Welcome my friends than: Here is, Domine Picklock: My man o' Law, solicits all my causes. Follows my business, makes, and compounds my quarrels, Between my tenants and me, sows all my strifes, And reaps them too, troubles the country for me, And vexes any neighbour, that I please. But with commission? Under my hand & seal. A worshipful place! I thank his worship for it. But what is this old Gentleman? A Rogue, A very Canter, I Sir, one that mands Upon the Pad, we should be brothers though: For you are near as wretched as myself, You dare not use your money, and I have none. Not use my money, cogging Iacke, who uses it At better rates? let's it for more i'the hundred, Than I do, Sirrah? Be not angry uncle. What? to disgrace me, with my Queen? as if I did not know her value. Sir, I meant You durst not to enjoy it. Hold your peace, You are a Iacke. Uncle, he shall be a Iohn, And, you go to that, as good a man as you are. An I can make him so, a better man, Perhaps I will too. Come, let us go. Nay, kinsman, My worshipful kinsman; and the top of our house; Do not your penitent uncle that affront, For a rash word, to leave his joyful threshold, Before you see the Lady that you long for. The Venus of the time, and state, Pecunia! I do perceive, your bounty loves the man, For some concealed virtue, that he hides Under those rags. I own my happiness to him, The waiting on his worship, since I brought him The happy News, welcome to all young heirs. Thou didst indeed, for which I thank thee yet, Your Fortunate Princess, Uncle, is long a coming. She is not rigged, Sir, setting forth some Lady, Will cost as much as furnishing a Fleet, Here she's come at last, and like a Galley Gild i'the prow. Is this Pecunia? Vouchsafe my toward kinsman, gracious Madam, The favour of your hand. Nay, of my lips, Sir, To him. She kisses like a mortal creature, Almighty Madam, I have longed to see you. And I have my desire, Sir, to behold That youth, and shape, which in my dreams and wakes, I have so often contemplated, and felt Warm in my veins, and native as my blood. When I was told of your arrival here, I felt my heart beaten, as it would leap out, In speech; and all my face it was a flame, But how it came to pass I do not know. O! beauty loves to be more proud than nature, That made you blush. I cannot satisfy My curious eyes, by which alone I'm happy, In my beholding you.
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Sweet Nephew, if ſhe were The daughter o' the Sunne, ſhee's at your ſeruice, And ſo am I, and the whole family, Worſhipfull Nephew. Sai'ſt thou ſo, deare Vncle? Welcome my friends then: Here is, Domine Picklocke: My man o'Law, ſollicits all my cauſes. Followes my buſineſſe, makes, and compounds my quarrells, Betweene my tenants and mee, ſowes all my ſtrifes, And reapes them too, troubles the country for mee, And vexes any neighbour, that I pleaſe. But with commiſſion? Vnder my hand & ſeale. A worſhipfull place! I thanke his worſhip for it. But what is this old Gentleman? A Rogue, A very Canter, I Sir, one that maunds Vpon the Pad, wee ſhould be brothers though: For you are neere as wretched as my ſelfe, You dare not vſe your money, and I haue none. Not vſe my money, cogging Iacke, who vſes it At better rates? lets it for more i'the hundred, Then I doe, Sirrah? Be not angry vncle. What? to diſgrace me, with my Queene? as if I did not know her valew. Sir, I meant You durſt not to enioy it. Hold your peace, You are a Iacke. Vncle, he ſhall be a Iohn, And, you goe to that, as good a man as you are. An' I can make him ſo, a better man, Perhaps I will too. Come, let vs goe. Nay, kinſman, My worſhipfull kinſman; and the top of our houſe; Doe not your penitent vncle that affront, For a raſh word, to leaue his ioyfull threſhold, Before you ſee the Lady that you long for. The Venus of the time, and ſtate, Pecunia! I doe perceiue, your bounty loues the man, For ſome concealed vertue, that he hides Vnder thoſe rags. I owe my happineſſe to him, The waiting on his worſhip, ſince I brought him The happy Newes, welcome to all young heires. Thou didſt indeed, for which I thanke thee yet, Your Fortunate Princeſſe, Vncle, is long a comming. She is not rigg'd, Sir, ſetting forth ſome Lady, Will coſt as much as furniſhing a Fleete, Here ſhe's come at laſt, and like a Galley Guilt i'the prow. Is this Pecunia? Vouchſafe my toward kinſman, gracious Madame, The fauour of your hand. Nay, of my lips, Sir, To him. She kiſſes like a mortall creature, Almighty Madame, I haue long'd to ſee you. And I haue my deſire, Sir, to behold That youth, and ſhape, which in my dreames and wakes, I haue ſo oft contemplated, and felt Warme in my veynes, and natiue as my blood. When I was told of your arriuall here, I felt my heart beat, as it would leape out, In ſpeach; and all my face it was a flame, But how it came to paſſe I doe not know. O! beauty loues to be more proud then nature, That made you bluſh. I cannot ſatisfie My curious eyes, by which alone I'am happy, In my beholding you.