Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
They pass the compliment Prettily well. I, he does kiss her, I like him. My passion was clear contrary, and doubtful, I shook for fear, and yet I danced for joy, I had such motions as the Sunbeams make Against a wall, or playing on a water, Or trembling vapour of a boiling pot— That's not so good, it should ha'bin a Crucible, With molten metal, she had understood it. I cannot talk, but I can love you, Madam. Are these your Gentlewomen? I love them too. And which is mistress Statute? Mistress Band? They all kiss close, the last stuck to my lips. It was my Lady's Chambermaid, soft- Wax. Soft lips she has, I am sure on't. Mother Mortgage, I'll own a kiss, till she be younger, Statute, Sweet Mistress Band, and honey, little Wax, We must be better acquainted. We are but servants, Sir. But whom her Grace is so content to grace, We shall observe. And with all fit respect. In our poor places. Being her Grace's shadows. A fine well-spoken family. What's thy name? Broker. Me thinks my uncle should not need thee; Who is a crafty Knave, enough, believe it. Art thou her Grace's Steward? Not, her Usher, Sir. What, o'the Hall? thou hast a sweeping face, Thy beard is like a broom. Not barren chin, Sir, I am no Eunuch, though a Gentleman-usher. Thou shalt go with us. Uncle, I must have My Princess forth to day. Wither you please, Sir, You shall command her. I will do all grace To my new servant. Thanks unto your bounty; He is my Nephew, and my Chief, the Point, Tipto, Top, and Tuft of all our family! But, Sir, conditioned always, you return Statute, and Band home, with my sweet, soft Wax, And my good Nurse, here, Mortgage. O! what else? By Broker. Do not fear. She shall go wi' you, Wither you please, Sir, any where. I see A Money-Bawd, is lightly a Flesh-Bawd, too. Are you advised? Now o'my faith, this Canter Would make a good grave Burgess in some Barn. Come, thou shalt go with us, uncle. By no means, Sir. We'll have both Sack, and Fiddlers. I'll not draw That charge upon your worship. He speaks modestly, And like an Uncle, But Mass Broker, here, He shall attend you, Nephew; her Grace's Usher, And what you fancy to bestow on him, Be not too lavish, use a temperate bounty, I'll take it to myself. I will be princely, While I possess my Princess, my Pecunia. Where is't you eat? Hard by, at Picklock's lodging. Old Lickfinger's the Cook, here in Ram-Alley. He has good cheer; perhaps I'll come and see you. O, fie! an Alley, and a Cooks-shop, gross, IT will savour, Sir, most rankly of 'em both. Let your meat rather follow you, to a tavern. A tavern's as unfit too, for a Princess. Not, I have known a Princess, and a great one, Come forth of a tavern.
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They paſſe the complement Prettily well. I, he does kiſſe her, I like him. My paſſion was cleare contrary, and doubtfull, I ſhooke for feare, and yet I danc'd for ioy, I had ſuch motions as the Sunne-beames make Againſt a wall, or playing on a water, Or trembling vapour of a boyling pot— That's not ſo good, it ſhould ha'bin a Crucible, With molten mettall, ſhe had vnderſtood it. I cannot talke, but I can loue you, Madame. Are theſe your Gentlewomen? I loue them too. And which is miſtreſſe Statute? Miſtreſſe Band? They all kiſſe cloſe, the laſt ſtucke to my lips. It was my Ladies Chamber-maid, ſoft-Waxe. Soft lips ſhe has, I am ſure on't. Mother Mortgage, I'll owe a kiſſe, till ſhe be yonger, Statute, Sweet Miſtreſſe Band, and honey, little VVaxe, We muſt be better acquainted. We are but ſeruants, Sir. But whom her Grace is ſo content to grace, We ſhall obſerue. Aand with all fit reſpect. In our poore places. Being her Graces ſhadowes. A fine well-ſpoken family. What's thy name? Broker. Me thinks my vncle ſhould not need thee; Who is a crafty Knaue, enough, beleeue it. Art thou her Graces Steward? No, her Vſher, Sir. What, o'the Hall? thou haſt a ſweeping face, Thy beard is like a broome. No barren chin, Sir, I am no Eunuch, though a Gentleman-Vſher. Thou ſhalt goe with vs. Vncle, I muſt haue My Princeſſe forth to day. Whither you pleaſe, Sir, You ſhall command her. I will doe all grace To my new ſeruant. Thanks vnto your bounty; He is my Nephew, and my Chiefe, the Point, Tip, Top, and Tuft of all our family! But, Sir, condition'd alwaies, you returne Statute, and Band home, with my ſweet, ſoft Waxe, And my good Nurſe, here, Mortgage. O! what elſe? By Broker. Do not feare. She ſhall go wi' you, Whither you pleaſe, Sir, any where. I ſee A Money-Bawd, is lightly a Fleſh-Bawd, too. Are you aduis'd? Now o'my faith, this Canter Would make a good graue Burgeſſe in ſome Barne. Come, thou ſhalt go with vs, vncle. By no means, Sir. We'll haue both Sack, and Fidlers. I'll not draw That charge vpon your worſhip. He ſpeakes modeſtly, And like an Vncle, But Mas Broker, here, He ſhall attend you, Nephew; her Graces Vſher, And what you fancy to beſtow on him, Be not too lauiſh, vſe a temperate bounty, I'll take it to my ſelfe. I will be princely, While I poſſeſſe my Princeſſe, my Pecunia. Where is't you eat? Hard by, at Picklocks lodging. Old Lickfinger's the Cooke, here in Ram-Alley. He has good cheare; perhaps I'll come and ſee you. O, fie! an Alley, and a Cooks-ſhop, groſſe, 'T will ſauour, Sir, moſt rankly of 'hem both. Let your meat rather follow you, to a tauerne. A tauern's as vnfit too, for a Princeſſe. No, I haue knowne a Princeſſe, and a great one, Come forth of a tauerne.