W., J. · published 1637 · first performed or written 1626 [1625-1626] (Annals) history · Unknown unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Be quiet, I'll pay thee. How now? A slumber took me, and methought old Wallace Clapped me upon the shoulder with one hand, And with the other pointed to his wounds, At which I started, spoke, but know not what, I'm cooled at heart. I'll seek for fire. I thank ye, if what I utter ye tell to any, I am a dead man, You have me at your mercy, and may betray me. Not I, eat and get strength, I'll seek for fire, Unless I be a devil (though I have cause To kill thee) yet my quick hand shall eschew it, Thy careless confidence does bind me to it, This mercy which I show now is for God's sake, In part of payment of his shown to me, If I should kill thee now, thou owest me nothing, Live, and be still my debtor, I shall do thee More harm to give thee life, then take it from thee, Heaven in my father's blood who is chief sharer, Shall strike for me a revenge more just and fairer. Selby, Selby, How like a Churl thou feedest alone, And greedy art to fatten misery— Selby? Here. Look I ha' found a jenniting tree. Where stands it? I'll not tell thee; see brave food. let's taste it. Not a paring, what haste there? The dole of plenty. Good old Rogue I thank thee, I have a stomach like a Lawyer, let's eat fruit when we have filled our bellies. Not a bit. Ha? Not a paring of cheese. I must. Thou shalt not, I pay thee in thy own coin. Thy doting age is almost at her journey's end, My youth having far to go needs more provision, And i'll have this— Hands off You Dog, you old Devil. I thank thee, thou hast cut the thread in two, Of all my woes, heaven pardon us both, adieu. Selby, no water from the hallowed Fount, Touched thee, thou art so fatal, Selby, dead! God's building which has stood this threescore years, This has defaced, would it were up again With ruin of mine own, I never knew Partners but one still th'other overthrew, Thou and I did set up with one stock of care I have undone thee, and now all's my share, 'Tis not so sinful nor so base a stroke To spoil a Willow as an old reverend Oak, From me thouart gone, but i'll from hence ne'er fly, But sit by thee, and sigh, and weep, and die. Stand, that's he who turns his tail to us, which is as much as to say, A fart for your Worship. Down with him. Peace, it's a wild Bull we come to set upon, and therefore let those Dogs that can fasten bite soundly. My hearts, we come not to bait an Ass in a bear's skin, but a Lion in his own skin, he's a traitor. How know we that?
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Be quiet, I'le pay thee. How now? A ſlumber took me, and me thought old Wallace Clapt me upon the ſhoulder with one hand, And with the other pointed to his wounds, At which I ſtarted, ſpake, but know not what, I'me cold at heart. I'le ſeeke for fire. I thanke ye, if what I utter ye tell to any, I am a dead man, You have me at your mercy, and may betray me. Not I, eate and get ſtrength, I'le ſeek for fire, Vnleſſe I be a devill (tho I have cauſe To kill thee) yet my quicke hand ſhall eſchew it, Thy careleſſe confidence does bind me to it, This mercy which I ſhow now is for Gods ſake, In part of payment of his ſhowne to me, If I ſhould kill thee now, thou oweſt me nothing, Live, and be ſtill my debter, I ſhall do thee More harme to give thee life, then take it from thee, Heaven in my fathers bloud who is chiefe ſharer, Shall ſtrike for me a revenge more juſt and fairer. Selby, Selby, How like a Churle thou feed'ſt alone, And greedy art to fatten miſery—Selby? Here. Look I ha' found a jenniting tree. Where ſtands it? I'le not tell thee; ſee brave food. Lets taſte it. Not a paring, what haſt there? The dole of plenty. Good old Rogue I thank thee, I have a ſtomack like a Lawyer, Lets eat fruit when we have fill'd our bellies. Not a bitt. Ha? Not a paring of cheeſe. I muſt. Thou ſhalt not, I pay thee in thy own coyne. Thy doting age is almoſt at her journies end, My youth having far to go needs more proviſion, And ile have this— Hands off You Dog, you old Devill. I thank thee, thou haſt cut the threed in two, Of all my woes, heaven pardon us both, adue. Selby, no water from the hallowed Fount, Toucht thee, thou art ſo fatall, Selby, dead! Gods building which ha's ſtood this threeſcore yeeres, This ha's defac'd, would it were up agen With ruine of mine own, I never knew Partners but one ſtill th'other overthrew, Thou and I did ſet up with one ſtock of care I have undone thee, and now all's my ſhare, 'Tis not ſo ſinfull nor ſo baſe a ſtroke To ſpoile a Willow as an old reverend Oke, From me th'art gone, but i'le from hence nere fly, But ſit by thee, and ſigh, and weep, and die. Stand, that's he who turns his taile to us, which is as much as to ſay, A fart for your Worſhip. Down with him. Peace, it's a wilde Bull wee come to ſet upon, and therfore let thoſe Dogs that can faſten bite ſoundly. My harts, we come not to bait an Aſſe in a Beares skin, but a Lion in his own skin, he's a traitour. How know we that?