Gascoigne, George / Ariosto, Ludovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 472 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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 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: and the villainy speaketh all the evil of you that can be devised. To whom? To my master, yea and to Polinesta herself sometimes. Is it possible, Ah slave, and what saith he? Moore 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 far so well. That the Devil take him else. And that you are the testiest man, & 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 saith, 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 bursten in the cods. O villain, he lieth, and if I were not in the street thou shouldest see them.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Yea, but amongſt honeſt mē it is more worth than golde. Yea marie ſir, but where be they? but will you néedes haue me tell it vnto you? Yea I pray thée if it any thing appertaine to me. Yes it is of you, and I would gladly tell it you, bicauſe 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 bodie. Surely it is ſome toye deuiſed to get ſome money of him. I thinke I haue a booke here. If he knew him as well as I, he woulde neuer goe aboute it, for he may as ſoone get one of his téeth from his iawes with a paire of pinchers, as a pennie out of his purſe with ſuch a conceite. Here is a letter wil ſerue the turne: I ſweare to thée by the contents hereof neuer to diſcloſe it to any man. I will tell you, I am ſorie to ſee how Paſiphilo doth abuſe you, perſwading you that alwayes he laboureth for you, where in déede, he lieth 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: and the villany ſpeaketh al the euill of you that can be deuiſed. To whom? To my maiſter, yea and to Polyneſta hirſelfe 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, & moſte diuers to pleaſe in the whole worlde, ſo that he cannot pleaſe you vnleſſe he ſhould euen kill himſelfe with continuall paine. O deuiliſh tong. Furthermore, that you cough continually and ſpit, 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 burſten in the cods. O villaine, he lieth, and if I were not in the ſtréete thou ſhouldeſt ſée them.