Edwards, Richard · published 1571 · first performed or written 1564 [1564-1568] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 455 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Sir, are you his servant that you pity his case so? No bum troth, good man Grumbe, his name is Stephano. I am called Onaphets, if needs you will know, The knave beginneth to sift me, but I turn my name in & out, Cretiso cum cretense, to make him a lout. What mumble you with yourself Master Onaphets. I am reckoning with myself, how I may pay my debts. You have paid me more than you did own me. Nay, upon a farther reckoning, I will pay you more if I know Either you talk of that is done, or by your Sicophanticall envy, You prick forth Dionysius the sooner, that Damon may die: I will so pay thee, that thy bones shall rattle in thy skin, Remember what I have said, Onaphets is my name. The sturdy knave is gone, the devil him take, He hath made my head, shoulders, arms, sides, and all to ache: Thou whoreson villain boy, why didst thou wait no better? As he paid me, so will I not die thy debtor. Master, why do you fight with me? I am not your match you see, You durst not fight with him that is gone, & will you wreak your anger on me Thou villain, by thee I have lost mine honour, Betten with a codgell like a Slave, a Uacaboun, or a lazy Lubber, And not given one blow again, hast thou handled me well? Master I handled you not, but who did handle you very handsomely you can tell. Handsomely thou crack rope. Yea sir, very handsomely I hold you a groat, He handled you so handsomely, that he left not one more in your cote. O I had firked him trimly thou villain, if thou hadst given me my Sword It is better as it is, Master believe me at a word: If he had seen your weapon, he would have been fierser, And so perhaps beat you worse, I speak it with my heart, You were never yet at the dealing of fence blows, but you had four away for your part t is but your lucke, you are man good enough, But the Wealche Onaphets, was a vengeance knave and rough, Master you were best go home and rest in your bed, You thinks your cap weareth to little for your head. What? doth my head swell? Yea as big as a Codshed, and bleades too. I am ashamed to show my face with this hue. No shame at all, men have been beaten far better than you, I must go to the Chirurgeons, what shall I say when I am a dresling▪ You may say truly, you met with a knaves blessing.
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Syr, are you his seruaunt that you pitie his case so? No bum troth, good man Grumbe, his name is Stephano. I am called Onaphets, if néedes you wyll know, The knaue beginneth to sift me, but I turne my name in & out, Cretiso cum cretense, to make him a loute. What mumble you with your selfe Master Onaphets. I am reckening with my selfe, how I may pay my debtes. You haue paide me more then you did owe me. Nay, vpon a farther reckoning, I wyll pay you more if I know Either you talke of that is done, or by your Sicophanticall enuye, You pricke forth Dionisius the sooner, that Damon may die: I wyll so pay thée, that ty bones shall rattell in thy skinne, Remember what I haue sayde, Onaphets is my name. The sturdie knaue is gone, the Deuyll him take, He hath made my head, shoulders, armes, sides, and all to ake: Thou horson villaine boy, why didst thou waite no better? As he payde mée, so wyll I not die thy debter. Mayster, why doo you fight with me? I am not your match you sée, You durst not fight wt him yt is gone, & wyll you wreke your anger on mée Thou villaine, by thee I haue lost mine honour, Betten with a codgell like a Slaue, a Uacaboun, or a lae Lubber, And not geuen one blow agayne, hast thou handled me well? Maister I handled you not, but who did handle you very handsomly you can tell. Handsomly thou crake rope. Yea sir, very handsomly I holde you a grote, He handled you so handsomly, that he left not one more in your cote. O I had firck him trimly thou villaine, if thou hadst geuen mée my Sword It is better as it is, Maister beleue me at a worde: If he had séene your weapon, he would haue ben fierser, And so perhaps beate you worse, I speake it with my harte, ou were neuer yet at the dealing of fence blowes, bu you had foure away for your part t is but your lucke, you are man good enough, But the Wealche Onaphets, was a vengeaunce knaue and rough, Maister you were best go home and reste in your bedde, Ye thinkes your cappe waeth to little for your heade. What? doth my head swell? Yea as bigge as a odshed, and bleades too. I am asamed to show my face with this hew. No shame at all, men haue bin beaten farre better then you, I muste go to the Chirurgians, what shall I say when I am a dreslyng▪ You may say truly, you met with a knaues blessing.