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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	believe_v	faith_n	lord_n	8,826	5	4.1689	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07081	VVhat you vvill. By Iohn Marston	Marston, John, 1575?-1634.	1607 (1607)	STC 17487; ESTC S109900	36,839	64

Iacomo Qua. Nay assure thee honest Perfumer good Francisco wee know all man goe home to thy Ciuitt Boxe looke to the profit commodity or emolument of thy Mus-cats taile go clap on your round Cap my what do you lack sir for yfaith good rogue all 's discri'd Alba. What Perfumer what Mus-cat what Francisco what do you lack i st not inough that you kissd my wife Lau Inough Alba. I inough and may be I feare me too much but you must floute me deride me scoffe me keepe out touch not my porche as for my wife Lau. Stirre to the dore dare to disturbe the match And by the Alba. My sword menace Albano fore his owne dores Lau. No not Albano but Francisco thus Perfumer I le make you stinke if you stirre a for the rest well via via Exeūt Cest. Remanet Albano Slip. Simp. and Holif Alba. Iesu Iesu what intends this ha Sim. O God Sir you lye as open to my vnderstanding as a Curtizan I know you as well Alba. Some body knowes me yet praise heauen some body knowes me yet Sim. Why looke you Sir I ha paide for my knowing of men and women too in my dayes I know you are Francisco Soranza the Perfumer I maugre Sinior Satten I Alba. Do not tempt my patience go to doe not Sim. I know you dwell in Saint Markes lane at the signe of the Mus-cat as well Alba. Foole or madd or drunke no more Sim. I know where you were drest where you were Alba. Nay then take all take all take all He bastinadoes Simplicius Simp. And I tell not my father if I make you not loose your office of gutter Maister-ship and you bee Skauenger next yeare well Come Holifernes come good Holifernes come seruant Exit Sim. Holife Enter Iacomo Alba. Francisco Soranza and perfumer and muscat and gutter maister hay hay hay go go go gods f f f fut I le to the Duke and I le so ti ti ti ticle them Iaco. Pretious what meanes he to go out so soone Before the dusk of twilight might deceiue The doubtfull priers What holla Alba. Whop what diuill now Iaco. I le faine I know him not what businesse fore those dores Alba. What 's that to thee Iaco. You come to wronge my friend Sir Lauerdure Confesse or Alba. My sword boy s s s s soule my sword Iaco. O my deere roague thou art a rare dissembler Alba. See see Enter Adrian and Randolfo Iaco. Francisco did I not helpe to cloth thee euen now I would has worne thee Albano my good sweete slaue exit Ia. Alba. See see Iesu Iesu impostors connicatchers Sancta Maria Ran. Looke you he walkes he faines most excellent Adri. Accost him first as if you were ignorant Of the deceit Ran. O deere Albano now thrice happie eyes To view the hope-lesse presence of my brother Alba. Most loued kinsman praise to Heauen yet You know Albano but for yonder slaues well Adri. Successe could not come on more gratious Alba. Had not you come deare brother Adrian I thinke not one would know me Vlisses dog Had quicker scence then my dul Countrimen Why none had knowne me Rand. Doubt you of that would I might die Had I not knowne the guile I would ha sworne Thou hadst bin Albano my nimble couzning knaue Alba. Whippe whippe Heauen preserue al Saint Marke Saint Marke Brother Adrian be frantick pree-thee be Say I am a Perfumer Francisco hay hay I st not some feast day you are all ranke drunke Rratts ra ra ra rattes knights of the be be be bell be be bell Adri. Go go proceede thou dost it rare farewell Exeunt Adrian and Randolfo Alba. Farwell ha i st euen so boy who am I Slip. My Lord Albano Alb. By this breast you lie The Samian faith is true true I was drown'd And now my soule is skipt into a perfumer a gutter-master Slip. Beleeue me sir Alba. No no I le beleeue nothing no The disaduantage of all honest hearts Is quick credulity perfect state pollecy Can crosse-bite euen sence the worlds turn'd Iuggler Castes mystes before our eyes Haygh passe re passe I le credit nothing Slip. Good Sir Alba. Hence asse Doth not Opinion stamp the currant passe Of each mans valew vertue quality Had I ingross'd the choice commodities Of heauens trafike yet reputed vile I am a rascall O deere vnbeleefe How wealthy dost thou make thy owners wit Thou traine of knowledge what a priuiledge Thou giu'st to thy possessor anchorst him From floting with the tide of vulger faith From being dam'd with multitudes deere vnbeleefe I am a Perfumer I thinkst thou my bloud My brothers know not right Albano yet Away t is faites if Albanos name Were liable to scence that I could tast or touch Or see or feele it it might tice beleefe But since t is voice and ayre come to the Muscat boy Francisco that 's my name t is right I I What do you lack what i st you lack right that 's my cry Exeunt Enter Slip and Noose Trip with the trunchion of a staffe torch and Doite with a Pantofle Bidet Holyfernes following The Cornets sound Byd. Proclaime our titles Doit. Bosphoros Cormelydon Honorificacuminos Bydet Holyf. I thinke your Maiesties a Welchman you haue a horrible long name Bydet. Death or scilence proceed Doit. Honorificacuminos Bidet Emperor of Crackes Prince of Pages Marques of Mumchance and sole regent ouer a bale of false dice to all his vnder Ministers health Crownes Sack Tobacco and stockings vncrakt aboue the shooe Bydet. Our selfe will giue them their charge Now let mee stroake my beard and I had it speake wisely if I knew how most vnconsionable honest little or little honest good subiects informe our person of your seuerall qualities and of the preiudice that is foisted vppon you that our selfe may persew preuent and preoccupie the pustulent dangers incident to all your cases Doit. Here is a petition exhibited of the particuler greeuances of each sort of pages Bydet. We will vouchsafe in this our publike session to peruse them pleaseth your excellent wagship to bee informed that the deuision of pages is tripartite tripartite or three fold of pages some be Court pages others Ordinary gallants pages the third-apple squiers basket-bearers or pages of the placket with the last we will proceede first stand forth page of the placket what is your mistres Slip. A kinde of puritane Byd. How liue you Slip. Miserably cōplayning to your crack-ship though we haue light Mistresses we are made the Children and seruants of darknes what prophane vse we are put to al these gallants more feelingly know then we can liuely expresse it is to be comiserated and by your royall insight onely to bee preuented that a male Mounkey and the diminutiue of a man should bee Synonima no scence Though wee are the drosse of your subiects yet being a kinde of page let vs finde your Celsitude kind and respectiue of our time-fortunes and birthes abuse and so in the

Marry that wil I on suddaine without change Duk. Thou want'st a beard Qua. Tush a beard nere made Cato though many mens Cato hang onely on their chin Suppose this flowre the City vtica The time the night that prolong'd Catos death Now being plac'd moung his Philosophers These first discourse the soules eternity Iaco. Cato grantes that I am sure for he was valiant and honest which an Epicure nere was and a coward neuer will be Qua. Then Cato holdes a distinct notion Of indiuiduall actions after death This being argu'd his resolue maintaines A true magnanimous spirit should giue vp durt To durt and with his owne flesh dead his flesh Fore chance should force it crouch vnto his foe To kill ones selfe some I some hold it no O these are pointes would intice away ones soule To breakes indenture of base prentisage Enter Francisco And run away from 's boddy in swift thoughts To melt in contemplation lushious sweetes Now my voluptious Duke I le feede thy scence Worth his creation giue me audience Fran. My leidge my royall leidge heare heare my sute Qua. Now may thy breath nere smell sweete as long as thy loungs can pant for breaking my speech thou Muscouite thou stinking perfumer Enter Albano Duke Is not this Albano our some times Courtier Fran. No troth but Francisco your alwaies perfumer Alba. Lorenzo Celso our braue Venice Duke Albano Belletzo thy Merchant thy soldier thy Courtier thy slaue thy any-thing thy What thou wilt kisseth thy noble bloud doe mee right or els I am canonized a cuckold canonized a cuckold I am abus'd I am abusd my wifes abusd my cloathes abusd my shape my house my all abusd I am sworne out of my selfe beated out of my selfe baffled geird at laught at bard my owne house debard my owne wife whilst others swill my wines gurmandize my meat meat kisse my wife O gods O gods O gods O gods O gods Lauer. Who i st who i st Celia Come sweete this is your waggery yfaith as if you knew him not La. Yes I feare I do too wel would I could slide away invisible Duke Assured this is hee Iaco. My worthy leidge the iest comes only thus Now to stop and crosse it with mere like deceite All being knowne the French knight hath disguisd A fiddler like Albano too to fright the perfumer this is all Duke Art sure t is true Melet. T is confest t is right Alba. It is right t is true right I am a fiddler a fiddler a fidler vds fut a fidler I le not beleeue thee thou art a woman and t is knowne veritas non querit angulos truth seekes not to lurke vnder varthingalls veritas non querit angulos a fidler Lau. Worthy sir pardon and permit me first to confesse your selfe your deputation dead hath made my loue liue to offend you Alba. I mock on skoffe on flout on do do do Lau. Troth sir in serious Alba. I good good come hether Celia Burst breast riue heart a sunder Celia Why startest thou back seest thou this Celia O me how often with lasciuious touch thy lip Hath kissd this mark how oft this much wrong'd breast Hath borne the gentle waight of thy soft cheeke Celia O me my deerest Lord my sweete sweete loue Alba. What a fidler a fidler now thy loue I am sure thou skornst it nay Celia I could tell What on the night before I went to sea And tooke my leaue with Hymeneall rights What thou lispsd Into my eare a fidler and perfumer now Adri. And Ran. Deere brother Iaco. Most respected Sinior Beleeue it by the sacred end of loue What much much wronge hath forc'd your patience Proceeded from most deere affied loue Deuoted to your house Adri. Beleeue it brother Iaco. Nay your selfe when you shall heare the occurrances will say t is happy commicall Ran. Assure thee brother Alba. Shall I be braue shall I be my selfe now loue giue me thy loue brothers giue me your breasts French knight reach me thy hand perfumer thy fist Duke I inuite thee loue I forgiue thee Frenchman I hug thee I le know all I le pardon all and I le laugh at all Qua. And I le curse you all O yee ha interrupt a sceane Duke Quadratus we will heare these pointes discussd With apter and more calme affected houres Qua. Well good good Alba Wast euen so yfaith why then caprichious mirth Skip light moriscoes in our frolick bloud Flaggd veines sweete plump with fresh infused ioyes Laughter pucker our cheekes make shoulders shog With chucking lightnesse loue once more thy lippes For euer claspe our hands our hearts our Creasts Thus front thus eyes thus cheeke thus all shall meete Shall clip shall hug shall kisse my deere deere sweete Duke wilt thou see me reuell come loue daunce Court gallants court suck amorous dalliance Lam. Beauty your heart Melet. First sir accept my hands Shee leapes too rash that falls in suddeine bands Lam. Shall I dispaire neuer will I loue more Melet. No sea so boundles vast but hath a shore Qua. Why marry me Thou canst haue but soft flesh good bloud sound bones And that which fils vp all your bracks good stones Lyzabet. Stones Trees and beasts in loue still firmer prooue Then man I le none no hold-fastes in your loues Lau. Since not the Mistresse come on Faith the maide Alba. Ten thousand Duckets too to bote are laide Lau. Why then winde Cornets lead on iolly ladde Alla. Excuse me gallants though my legges lead wrong 'T is my first footing winde out nimble tongue Duke 'T is well 't is well how shall we spend this night Qua. Gulpe Rhenish Wine my liedge let our paunch rent Suck merry Gellyes preuiew but not preuent No mortall can the miseries of life Alba. I home inuite you all come sweete sweete wife My liedge vouchsafe thy presence drinke till the ground looke blew boy Qua. Liue still springing hopes still in fresh new ioyes May your loues happy hit in faire cheekt wiues Your flesh still plumpe with sap'd restoratiues That 's all my honest frolick heart can wish A Fico for the mew and Enuious pish Till night I wish good food and pleasing day But then found rest so ends or slight writ play Exeunt Deo op max gratias FINIS