Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Thou shalt pay nothing, But reckon 'em in i'the bill. There's twenty pieces, Her Grace bestows upon the Office, Thom, Writ thou that down for News. We may well do't, We have not many such. There's twenty more, If you say so; my Princess is a Prinecesse! And put that too, under the Office Seale. If it will please your Grace to sojourn here, And take my roof for covert, you shall know The rites belonging to your blood, and birth, Which few can apprehended: these sordid servants, Which rather are your keepers, than attendants, Should not come near your presence. I would have You waited on by Ladies, and your train Borne up by persons of quality, and honour, Your meat should be served in with curious dances, And set upon the board, with virgin hands, Tuned to their voices; not a dish removed, But to the Music, nor a drop of wine, Mixed, with his water, without Harmony, You are a Courtier, Sir, or somewhat more; That have this tempting language! I'm your servant, Excellent Princess, and would ha' you appear That, which you are. Come forth State, and wonder, Of these our times, dazzle the vulgar eyes. And strike the people blind with admiration. Why, that's the end of wealth! thrust richeses outward, And remain beggars within: contemplate nothing But the vile sordid things of time, place, money, And let the noble, and the precious go, Virtue and honesty; hung 'em; poor thin membranes Of honour; who respects them? O, the Fates! How hath all just, true reputation fallen, Since money, this base money began to have any! Pity, the Gentleman is not immortal. As he gives out, the place is, by description. A very Paradise, if you saw all, Lady. I am the Chambermaid, Sir, you mistake, My Lady may see all. Sweet Mistress Statute, gentle Mistress Band, And Mother Mortgage, do but get her Grace To sojourn here.— I thank you gentle Wax, If it were a Chattel, I would try my credit. So it is, for term of life, we count it so. She means, Inheritance to him, and his heirs: Or that he could assure a State, of years: I'll be his Statute-Staple, Statute-Merchant, Or what he please. He can expect no more. His cousin Alderman Security, That he did talk of so, even now— Who, is The very broach o'the bench, gem o'the City. He and his Deputy, but assure his life For one seven years. And see what we'll do for him, Upon his scarlet motion. And old Chain, That draws the city-ears. When he says nothing, But twirls it thus. A moving Oratory! Dumb Rhetoric, and silent eloquence! As the fine Poet says! Come, they all scorn us, Do you not see't? the family of scorn! Do not believe him! gentle Master Picklock, They understood you not: the Gentlewomen, They thought you would ha' my Lady sojourn, with you, And you desire but now and than, a visit?
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Thou ſhalt pay nothing, But reckon 'hem in i'the bill. There's twenty pieces, Her Grace beſtowes vpon the Office, Thom, Write thou that downe for Newes. We may well do't, We haue not many ſuch. There's twenty more, If you ſay ſo; my Princeſſe is a Prineceſſe! And put that too, vnder the Office Seale. If it will pleaſe your Grace to ſoiourne here, And take my roofe for couert, you ſhall know The rites belonging to your blood, and birth, Which few can apprehend: theſe ſordid ſeruants, Which rather are your keepers, then attendants, Should not come neere your preſence. I would haue You waited on by Ladies, and your traine Borne vp by perſons of quality, and honour, Your meat ſhould be ſeru'd in with curious dances, And ſet vpon the boord, with virgin hands, Tund to their voices; not a diſh remou'd, But to the Muſicke, nor a drop of wine, Mixt, with his water, without Harmony, You are a Courtier, Sir, or ſomewhat more; That haue this tempting language! I'm your ſeruant, Exellent Princeſſe, and would ha' you appeare That, which you are. Come forth State, and wonder, Of theſe our times, dazle the vulgar eyes. And ſtrike the people blind with admiration. Why, that's the end of wealth! thruſt riches outward, And remaine beggers within: contemplate nothing But the vile ſordid things of time, place, money, And let the noble, and the precious goe, Vertue and honeſty; hang 'hem; poore thinne membranes Of honour; who reſpects them? O, the Fates! How hath all iuſt, true reputation fall'n, Since money, this baſe money 'gan to haue any! Pitty, the Gentleman is not immortall. As he giues out, the place is, by deſcription. A very Paradiſe, if you ſaw all, Lady. I am the Chamber-maid, Sir, you miſtake, My Lady may ſee all. Sweet Miſtreſſe Statute, gentle Miſtreſſe Band, And Mother Mortgage, doe but get her Grace To ſoiourne here.— I thanke you gentle Waxe, If it were a Chattell, I would try my credit. So it is, for terme of life, we count it ſo. She meanes, Inheritance to him, and his heyres: Or that he could aſſure a State, of yeeres: I'll be his Statute-Staple, Statute-Merchant, Or what he pleaſe. He can expect no more. His couſin Alderman Security, That he did talke of ſo, e'en now— Who, is The very broch o'the bench, gem o'the City. He and his Deputy, but aſſure his life For one ſeuen yeeres. And ſee what we'll doe for him, Vpon his ſcarlet motion. And old Chaine, That drawes the city-eares. When he ſayes nothing, But twirles it thus. A mouing Oratory! Dumb Rethoricke, and ſilent eloquence! As the fine Poet ſaies! Come, they all ſcorne vs, Doe you not ſee't? the family of ſcorne! Doe not belieue him! gentle Maſter Picklocke, They vnderſtood you not: the Gentlewomen, They thought you would ha' my Lady ſoiourne, with you, And you deſire but now and then, a viſit?