Gascoigne, George / Ariosto, Ludovico · published 1573 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Yea, but amongst honest men it is more worth than gold. Yea marry sir, but where be they? but will you needs have me to tell it unto you? Yea I pray thee if it any thing appertain to me. Yes it is of you, and I would gladly tell it you, because I would not have such a man of worship so scorned by a villain ribald. I pray thee tell me then. I will tell you so that you will swear never to tell it to Pasiphilo, to my master, nor to any other body. Surely it is some toy devised to get some money of him. I think I have a book here. If he knew him as well as I, he would never go about it, for he may as soon get one of his teeth from his jaws with a pair of pinchers, as a penny out of his purse with such a conceit. Here is a letter will serve the turn: I swear to thee by the contents hereof never to disclose it to any man. I will tell you, I am sorry to see how Pasiphilo doth abuse you, persuading you that always he laboureth for you, where in deed, he lieth on my master continually, as it were with tooth and nail for a stranger, a scholar, borne in Sicilia they call him Roscus or arse-kiss, he hath a mad name I can never hit upon it. And thou reckonest it as madly: is it not Erostrato? That same, I should never have remembered it: & the villain speaketh all the evil of you that can be devised. To whom? To my master, yea and to Polynesta herself sometimes. Is it possible, Ah slave, and what saith he? More evil than I can imagine: that you are the miserablest and most niggardly man that ever was. Sayeth Pasiphilo so by me? And that as often as he cometh to your house, he is like to die for hunger, you fare so well. That the devil take him else. And that you are the testiest man, and most divers to please in the whole world, so that he cannot please you unless he should even kill himself with continual pain. O devilish tongue. Furthermore, that you cough continually and spit, so that a dog cannot abide it. I never spit nor cough more than thus, who, who, and that but since I caught this murr, but who is free from it? You say true sir, yet further he sayth, your arm holes stink, your feet worse than they, and your breath worst of all. If I quite him not for this gear. And that you are bursen in the cods. O villain, he lieth, and if I were not in the street thou shouldest see them.
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Yea, but amongst honest men it is more worth than golde. Yea marie sir, but where be they? but will you nedes haue me to tell it vnto you? Yea I pray thée if it any thing appertaine to me. Yes it is of you, and I woulde gladly tell it you, bycause I would not haue suche a man of worship so scorned by a villaine ribaulde. I pray thée tell me then. I will tell you so that you will sweare neuer to tell it to Pasiphilo, to my maister, nor to any other bodye. Surely it is some toye deuised to get some money of him. I thinke I haue a booke here. If he knewe him as well as I, he woulde neuer goe aboute it, for he maye as sone get one of his téeth from his iawes with a paire of pinchers, as a pennie out of his purs with suche a conceite. Here is a letter wil serue the turne: I swere to thée by the contents hereof neuer to disclose it to any man. I will tell you, I am sorie to sée how Pasiphilo dothe abuse you, perswading you that alwayes he laboureth for you, where in déde, he lyeth on my maister continually, as it were with tooth and naile for a straunger, a scholer, borne in Sicilia they call him Roscus or arskisse, he hathe a madde name I can neuer hit vpon it. And thou recknest it as madly: is it not Erostrato? That same, I should neuer haue remembred it: & the villaine speaketh all the euil of you that can e deuised. To whom? To my maister, yea and to Polinesta herselfe sometimes. Is it possible, Ah slaue, and what saith he? More euill than I can imagine: that you are the miserablest and most nigardly man that euer was. Sayeth Pasiphilo so by me? And that as often as he commeth to your house, he is like to die for hunger, you fare so well. That the deuill take him else. And that you are the testiest man, and most diuers to please in the whole worlde, so that he cannot please you vnlesse he shoulde euen kyll himselfe with continuall paine. O deuilishe tong. Furthermore, that you cough continually and spitte, so that a dogge cannot abide it. I neuer spitte nor coughe more than thus, vho, vho, and that but since I caughte this murre, but who is frée from it? You saye true sir, yet further he sayth, your arme holes stincke, your féete worse than they, and your breathe worst of all. If I quite him not for this geare. And that you are bursen in the cods. O villaine, he lieth, and if I were not in the stréete thou shouldest sée them.