Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Might ha' kept it when ye had it, but fools will be fools still. Lose that is vast in your hands, ye need not but ye will. Go hie thee tib, and run thou hoore, to th'end here of the town Didst carry out dust in thy lap seek where thou porest it down And as thou sawest me roking, in the ashes where I mourned So see in all the heap of dust, thou leave no straw unturned. That chal gammer swith and tyte, and soon be here again, Tib stoop & look down to the ground to it, & take some pain. Here is a pretty matter, to see this gear how it goes By gog's soul I thank you would loes your arse, and it were loose Your needle lost, it is pity you should lack care and endless sorrow gog's death how shall my breeches be sewed, shall I go thus to morrow Ah hodg, hodg, if that ich could find my needle by the reed Chould sow thy breeches ich promise thee, with full good double thread And set a patch on either knee, should last this months twain Now god & good Saint sith I pray, to send it home again. Whereto served your hands & eyes, but this your needle to keep What devil had you else to do ye kept ich wot no sheep Cham fain a broad to dig and delve, in water, mire and clay Sossing and possing in the dirt, still from day to day A hundred things that be abroad, cham set to see them we'll And four of you sit idle at home, and can not keep ¶My neele alas ich lost it hodge, what ich m vp ht To save the milk set up for thee, which gib our cat hath wasted The Devil he burst both gib, and Tyb, with all the rest Cham always sure of the worst end, whoever have the best Where ha yo ben flaging abrde, since you your eele lt Within the house, and at the door, sitting by this same post Where I was looking a long hour, before these folks came here, But welaway, all was in vayne, my neel is nuer th nr. Set me a candle let me seek and grope wherever it be gog's heart ye be so foolish (ich think) you know it not when you it see Come hither Cock, what Cock I say. How Gammer. go high thee soon, and grope behind the old brass pan, Which thing when thou hast done There shalt thou find an old shoe, where in if thou look well Thou shalt find lying an inch of a white tallow candle, Light it, and bring it tite away. That shallbe done anon. Nay tarry hodg till thou hast light, and then we'll seek each one. Come away ye whoreson boy, are ye asleep: ye must have a crier.
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¶ Might ha kept it when ye had it, but fooles will be fooles scyll. Lose that is vast in your handes, ye neede not but ye will. ¶ Go hie thee tib, and run thou hoore, to thend here of the towne Didst cary out dust in thy lap seeke wher thou post it down And as thou sawest me roking, in the asshes where I morned So see in all the heape of dust, thou leaue no straw vnturned. ¶ That chal gammer swythe and tyte, and sone be here agayne, ¶ Tib stoope & loke downe to ye ground to it, & take some paine. ¶Here is a prety matter, to see this gere how it goes By gogs soule I thenk you wold loes your ars, and it were loose Your neele lost, it is pitie you shold lack care and endlesse sorow Gogs deth how shall my breches be sewid, shall I go thus to morow ¶ Ah hodg, hodg, if that ich cold find my neele by the reed Chould sow thy brechee ich promise y•, wt full good double threed And set a patch on either knee, shuld last this monethes twaine Now god & good Saint Sithe I praye, to send it home againe. ¶ Wherto serued your hands & eies, but this your neele to kepe What deuill had you els to do ye kept ich wot no sheepe Cham faine a brode to dyg and dele▪ in water▪ myre and claye Sossing and possing in the durte, styll from ay to daye A hundred thinges that b abrode, cham set to see them weele And oure of you syt le at home, and can not kpe . ¶My neele alas ich lost it hodge, what ich m vp ht To saue the milke set vp for the, which gb our ct hath wasted ¶ The Deuill e burst both gib, and th all the rest Cham alwaes sure of the worst end, wh euer haue the bst Where ha yo ben flaging abrde, since you your eele lt ¶ Within the house, and at the dore, sittin by this same post Wher I was loking a long howre, before hese folks came hre, But welaway, all was in vayne, my neel is nuer th nr. ¶ Set me a candle et me seeke and grope where eue it Gogs hart ye be so folish (ich thinke) you knw it nt when you see ¶ Come hether Cocke, what Cocke I say. ¶ Howe Gammer. ¶ oe hye thee soone, and grope behynd the old brasse pan, Whych thing when thou hast done Ther shalt thou fynd an old shooe, wher in if thou looke well Thou shalt fynd lyeng an inche of a whyte tallow candell, Lyght it, and brynge it tite awaye. ¶ That shalbe done anone. ¶ Nay tary hodg til thou hast light, and then weele seke ech one. ¶ Cum away ye horson boy, are ye a slepe: ye must haue a crier.