W., J. · published 1637 · first performed or written 1626 [1625-1626] (Annals) history · Unknown unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Gang along man 'tis hard by now, a man's head I deem the pure man had gangand lang to law And sae was thrust out of doors by head and shoulders. No law was ere so cruel as Wallas is. Ne marry? nam law sa cruel, fay man say, I looked upon a man a law not lang since that sent an awed man and his wife, and many barns a-begging, he had better a slizand their weazond pipes, and cut their heads off, but whay was a sa bloody minded think ye? I cannot judge. Marry man, to get possession of the pure man's house, but there was a cat ganged beyond the man a law. A cat go beyond a lawyer? how? I'll tell you how, the man a law being got in, the Cat outreached him, and leaped to th' top o'th' lindging, and standand on the tiles, the man a law scorning any ane to be abuife him, offer to fling and ding and down the poor puss-cat, but she meawed at him, and cried hawd thou foul loon hawd, as thou thrusts out this poor man and his barns, sa there is ane abuife sall thrust out thee, stay blind man, here comes soldiers. Stand que voula, spies about our trenches? And see they have knocked some man down sirrah, You that carry two faces under a hood, What are you? He must be pressed, he will not speak. What art thou I charge thee? hast thou ne'er a tongue In thy head? give the word. He has no tongue indeed sir. Two heads and ne'er a tongue, what are you? That like a blind ass stand still, and cannot tell us so. I'm blind indeed, Conduct us to the Lords i'th' English Camp. How Lords, are you Ladies that you long for Lords? Do you take us for gulls to go tell the Lords here's a dumb man would speak with'em, what are you sirrah? come halt not, let's not find you in two tales y'are best. Ize a Scotch man sir, ye shall ne'er find me in twa tales. A Scotch man sir, do you know where you are sir? Your blue bonnet on before an English scull, Where's your leg sir, when an Officer speaks to you? My leg sir is not in my galligaskin and flop as yours is, I'll a pure Scotch soldier out at heels, and am glad to bestir my stumps, guide these good men y'are wronged Countrymen, wha that false traitor Wallace has misusand in sick wise. Wallas, oh slave! I shall live (fellows in arms out at Elbows) To give fire to my piece with a burnt inch of match Made of that rascals fat of maw-gut. By my sawle sir wad I might come Toth' making of sick a match. Here's my hand, because thou sayest so, Thou shalt be by when I make him give fire to my touchhole.
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Ganalang man tis hard by now, a mans head I deempt the pure man had gaugand lang to lawe And ſae was thruſt out of dores by head and ſhoulders. No lawe was ere ſo cruell as Wallas is. Ne marry? na law ſa cruell, fay man fay, I luick'd upon a man a lawe not lang ſince that ſent an awde man and his wife, and many barnes a begging, he had better a ſlizand theire weazond pipes, and cut theire heads off, but whay was a ſa bludy mynded thinke ye? I cannot judge. Marry man, to get poſſeſſion of the pure mans houſe, but there was a cat ganged beyond the man a lawe. A cat goe beyond a lawyer? how? I'le tell you how, the man a lawe being got in, the Cat outreach'd him, and leaped to th' top oth lindging, and ſtandand on the tyles, the man a lawe ſcoarning any ane to be abuife him, offer to fling and dingand downe the poore puſcatt, but ſhe meawed at him, and cryed hawd thou foule lowne hawd, as thou thruſts out this poore man and his barnes, ſa there is ane abuife ſall thruſt out thee, ſtay blind man, here comes ſouldiers. Stand que voula, ſpyes about our trenches? And ſee they have knock'd ſome man downe ſirra, You that carry two faces under a hood, What are you? He muſt be preſt, he will not ſpeake. What art thou I charge thee? haſt thou neere a tongue In thy head? give the word. He has no tounge indeed ſir. Two heads and neere a tongue, what are you? That like a blind ſſe ſtand ſtill, and cannot tell us ſo. I'me blind indeed, Conduct us to the Lords i'th' Engliſh Campe. How Lords, are you Ladyes that you long for Lords? Do you take us for gulls to goe tell the Lords here's a dumbe man would ſpeake with'em, what are you ſirra? come halt not, lets not find you in two tales y'are beſt. Ize a Scotch man ſir, ye ſhall neere find me in twa tales. A Scotch man ſir, do you know where you are ſir? Your blew bonnet on before an Engliſh ſcull, Where's your leg ſir, when an Officer ſpeaks to you? My leg ſir is not in my galligaskin and flop as yours is, I'ze a pure Scotch ſouldier out at heeles, and am glad to beſtirr my ſtumps, guide theſe gude men y'are wranged Countrymen, wha that fawſe traytor Wallace has miſuſand in ſike wiſe. Wallas, oh ſlave! I ſhall live (fellows in armes out at Elbows) To give fire to my peece with a burnt ynch of match Made of that raſcals fat of mawegut. By my ſawle ſir wad I might come To'th making of ſike a match. Here's my hand, becauſe thou ſayeſt ſo, Thou ſhalt be by when I make him give fire to my touch-hole.