Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University 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.
By my father's soul Hodge, if I should now be sworn I can not choose but say thy breech is foul be torn, But the next remedy in such a case and hap Is to planch on a piece, as broad as thy cap. gog's soul man, 'tis not yet two days fully ended Since my dame Gurton (them sure) these breeches amended, But cham made suce a drudge to trudge at every need I'll rend it though it were stitched what sturdy packthread, Hoge, let thy breeches go, and speak and tell me soon What devil aileth gammer gurton, & Tib her maid to frown, Tush man thart deceived, 'tis their daily look, They coure so over the coals, their eyes be bleared with smoke, Nay by the mass, I perfectly perceived as I came hither That either Tib & her dame hath been by the cares together Or else as great a matter as thou shalt shortly see. Now iche besceche our Lord they never better agree. By gog's soul there they sit as still as stones in the straight As though they had been taken with fairies or else with some ill sprite gog's heart, I durst have laid my cap to a crown Chwould learn of some prancome as soon as ich came to town. Why Hodge art thou inspired? or didst thou thereof here? Nay, but ich saw such a wonder as ich saw not this. vii. year Tom Tannkards Cow (be gog's bones) she set me up her sail And flinging about his half acre frisking with her tail, As though there had been in her arse a swarm of Bees, And chad not cried tphrowh hoore, shed leapt out of his Lees. Why Hodg lies the cunning in Tom tankards cows tail? Well ich chave heard some say such tokens do not fail, But cast thou not till in faith Diccon, why she frowns or where at Hath no man stolen her Ducks or Hens, or gelded gyb her Cat What devil can I tell man, I could not have one word They gave no more heed to my talk than thou wouldst to a lord Iche can not still but muse, what marvelous thing it is Chill in and know myself what matters are amiss. Then farewell hodge a while, since thou dost inward haste, For I will into the good wife Chats, to feel how the ale doth taste. Cham aghast by the mass, ich wot not what to do Chad need bless me well before ich go them to Perchance some felon spirit may haunt our house indeed, And then chwere but at noddy to venture where cha no need Cham worse than mad by the mass to be at this stay Cham chid, cham blamed, and beat on all th'hours on the day, Lamed and hunger starved, pricked up all in jags Having no patch to hide my back, save a few rotten rags.
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¶ By my fathers soule Hodge, if I shulde now besworne I can not chuse but say thy breech is foule be torne, But the next remedye in such a case and hap Is to plaunche on a piece, as brode as thy cap. ¶ Gogs soule man, tis not yet two dayes fully ended Synce my dame Gurton (hem sure) these breches amended, But cham made suce a drudge to trudge at euery neede Chwold rend it though it were stitched what sturdy pacthreede, ¶ Hoge, let thy breeches go, and speake and tell mee soone What deuill ayleth gāmer gurton, & Tib her mayd to frowne, ¶ Tush man thart deceyued, ys theyr dayly looke, They coure so ouer ye coles, theyr eyes be bleard with smooke, ¶ Nay by the masse, I perfectly perceiued as I came hether That eyther Tib & her dame hath ben by the cares to gether Or els as great a matter as thou shalt shortly see. ¶ Now iche beseche our Lord they neuer better agree. ¶ By gogs soule there they syt as still as stones in the streite As though they had ben takē with fairies or els wt some il sprite ¶ Gogs hart, I durst haue layd my cap to a crowne Chwould lerne of some prancome as sone as ich came to town. ¶ Why Hodge art thou inspyred? or dedst thou therof here? ¶ Nay, but ich saw such a wonder as ich saw nat this▪ vii. yere Tome Tannkards Cow (be gogs bones) she set me vp her saile And flynging about his halfe aker fysking with her taile, As though there had ben in her ars a swarme of Bees, And chad not cryed tphrowh hoore, shead lept out of his Lees. ¶ Why Hodg lies the connyng in Tom tankards cowes taile? ¶ Well ich chaue hard some say such tokens do not fayle, But cast yu not till in faith Diccon, why she frownes or wher at Hath no man stolne her Ducks or Henes, or gelded gyb her Cat ¶ What deuyll can I tell man, I cold not haue one word They gaue no more hede to my talk then thou woldst to a lorde ¶ Iche can not styll but muse, what meruaylous thinge it is Chyll in and know my selfe what matters are amys. ¶ Then farewell hodge a while, synce thou doest inward hast, For I will into the good wyfe Chats, to feele how the ale dooth taste. CHam agast by the masse, ich wot not what to do Chad nede blesse me well before ich go them to Perchaunce some felon sprit may haunt our house indeed, And then chwere but at noddy to venter where cha no neede ¶ Cham worse then mad by the masse to be at this staye Cham chyd, cham blamd, and beat on all thoures on the daye, Lamed and hunger storued, prycked vp all in Iagges Hauyng no patch to hyde my backe, saue a few rotten ragges.