Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Nay rather I Wish her, the end of my knife: Draw it, give me it, I will it receive, So that for the place it, I might have good leave, By the Gods: but for losing my land, life, and living, It should be so placed, he should have ill thriving: By the Gods how ungraciously the vixen she chatteth, And he even as knavishly, my answer he patteth, Here is nought else, but railing of words out of reason, Now tugging, now tattling, now muzzling in season, For shame be contented and leave of this brawling, Content, for I shall repent it, for this my tongue wralling: Thou knave, but for thee, ere this time of day, My lady's fair Pue, had been strawed full gay: With Primroses, Cowslips, and Violets sweet: With Mints, and with Marigolds, and Margerum meet, Which now lieth uncleanly and all long of thee, That a shame recompense thee, for hindering me, Ah pretty prank parnel, the Cushion and Book, Whereon he should read and kneel, are present here look: My Lord when he seeth me, he will cast such an eye, As pinch will my heart near ready to die: And thus wise, and thus wise, his hand will be walking With thou precious knave, away get thee packing ¶ Here let him fight. Nay then by the mass, its time to be knacking, No words at all but to me he is pointing: Nay have at you again, you shall have your anointing, Body of me, hold if ye can, What will you kill such a proper man? Nay sure I have done when women do speak, Why would the knave my patience so break? Well I must begone, there is no remedy For fear my tail makes buttons, by mine honesty. For reverence on your face, your nose and your chin: By the Gods have ye heard such an unmannerly villain. I never heard one so rank of rudeness, In faith it is but for sack of lewdness: But here I burn day light, while thus I am talking A way come Mansipula, let us be walking, Contented Mansipulus, have with thee with speed, Nay stay yet my friends I am not agreed. we dare not tarry, by God we swear. Nay tarry take comfort with you for to bear, It is but in hazard and if you be missed, And so it may happen you feel not his first: Perhaps he is stayed by talk with some friend It is but in hazard, then sing or you wend Let hope be your helper, your care to defend. By hap or by hazard, we sing or we cry, Then sing let us say so, let sorrow go by. We can be but beaten that is the worst, What how Mansipulus, thou knave art thou cursed My lord standeth talking and I gape for thee, Come away with a wannion, run haste and hie, Nay hearken Subservus, stay I pray thee, Let us have a song and then have with thee:
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Nay rather I Wiſhe hir, the end of my knife: Drawe it, geue mée it, I will it receaue, So that for the place it, I might haue good leaue, By the Gods: but for loſing my land, lyfe, and liuing, It ſhould be ſo placed, he ſhould haue ill thriuinge: By the Gods how vngraciouſly the vickſen ſhe chatteth, And he euen as knauiſhly, my anſwer he patteth, Here is naught els, but railing of words out of reaſon, Now tugging, now tatling, now muſling in ſeaſon, For ſhame be contented and leaue of this brawling, Content, for I ſhall repent it, for this my tonge wralling: Thou knaue, but for thee, ere this time of day, My Ladies faire Pue, had been ſtrawed full gay: With Primroſes, Couſlips, and Violets ſweete: With Mints, and with Marigolds, and Margerum meete, Which now lyeth vncleanly and all long of thée, That a ſhame recompence thee, for hindring mee, Ah pretie pranck parnel, the Couſhen and Booke, Whereon he ſhoulde reade and kneele, are preſent here looke: My Lorde when he ſeeth mee, he will caſt ſuch an eye, As pinch wyll my hart neare ready to die: And thus wiſe, and thus wiſe, his hand wyll be walking With thou precious knaue, away get thee packing ¶ Here let hym fight. Nay then by the maſſe, its time to be knacking, No words at all but to me he is poynting: Nay haue at you againe, you ſhall haue your annoynting, Body of me, hold yf ye can, What will you kill ſuch a proper man? Nay ſure I haue done when women do ſpeake, Why would the knaue my pacience ſo breake? Well I muſt begon, there is no remedy For feare my tyle makes buttons, by mine honeſty. For reuerence on your face, your noſe and your chin: By the Gods haue ye hard ſuch an vnmannerly villin. I neuer heard one ſo racke of rudneſſe, In faith it is but for ſacke of lewdneſſe: But here I burne day light, while thus I am talking A way come Manſipula, let vs be walking, Contented Manſipulus, haue with thee with ſpeede, Nay ſtay yet my freendes I am not agreede. Wee dare not tary, by God wee ſweare. Nay tarry take comfort with you for to beare, It is but in hazard and yf you be miſt, And ſo it may happen you feele not his firſt: Perhaps he is ſtayde by talke with ſome friend It is but in hazarde, then ſing or you wend Let hope be your helper, your care to defend. By hap or by hazard, we ſinge or we crie, Then ſinge let vs ſay ſo, let ſorow go by. We can be but beaten that is the worſt, What how Manſipulus, thou knaue art thou curſte My lorde ſtandeth talking and I gape for thée, Come away with a wannion, runne haſt and hie, Nay herken Supſeruus, ſtay I pray thée, Let us haue a ſong and then haue with thée: