Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Ich cannot get the candle light here is almost no fire. chil hold the a penny chil make that come if that ich may catch thine ears Art deaf thou whoreson boy cock I say, why canst not hears. Beat him not Hodge but help the boy and come you two together. HOw now Tib, quick let's here, what news thou hast brought hither. Chaveave tossed and tumbled yonder heap our & over again And winnowed it through my fingers, as men would winnow grain Not so much as a hen's turd but in pieces I tore it Or whatsoever clod or clay I found, I did not spare it Looking within and eke without, to find your needle (alas) But all in vain and without help, your needle is where it was. Alas my needle we shall never meet, adieu, adieu for aye. Not so gammer, we might it find if we knew where it lay. gog's cross Gammer if ye will laugh look in but at the door And see how Hodg lieth tumbling and tossing amids the flower Raking there some fair to find among the ashes dead Where there is not one spark, so big as a pin's head, At last in a dark corner two sparks he thought he sees Which where indeed nought else but Gyb our cats two eyes Puff quoth hodg thinking thereby to have fire without doubt With that Gyb shut her two eyes, & so the fire was out And by and by them opened, even as they were before, With that the sparks appeared even as they had done of yore, And even as hodge blew the fire as he did think Gyb as she felt the blast straight way began to wink, Till Hodge fell of swearing, as came best to his turn, The fire was sure bewitched, and therefore would not burn: At last Gyb up the slayers, among the old posts and pins, And Hodge he hied him after till broke were both his shins: Cursing and swearing oaths, were never of his making, That Gyb would fire the house, if that she were not taken. See here is all the thought that the foolish urchin taketh, And Lyb methink at his elbow almost as merry maketh This is all the wit ye have when others make their moan, Come down Hodge, where art thou and let the Cat alone. gog's heart, help and come up, Gyb in her tail hath fire. And is like to burn all if she's get a little hire: come down (quoth you,) nay then you might count me a patch, The soul cometh down on your heads if it take once that thatch. It is the cat's eyes fool that shineth in the dark. Hath the Cat do you think in every eye a spark. ¶ e, but they shyne as lyke fyre as euer man see. ¶ y the masse and she burne all, youh heare the blame for mee
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¶ Ich cannot get the candel light here is almost no fier. ¶ Chil hold the a peny chil make yt come if y• ich may catch thine eares Art deffe thou horson boy cocke I say, why canst not heares. ¶ Beate hym not Hodge but help the boy and come you two together. HOw now Tyb, quycke lets here, what newes thou hast brought hether. ¶ Chaue tost and tumbled yender heap our & ouer againe And winowed it through my fingers, as mē wold winow grain Not so much as a hens turd but in pieces I tare it Or what so euer clod or clay I found, I did not spare it Lokyng within and eke without, to fynd your neele (alas) But all in vaine and without help, your neele is where it was. ¶ Alas my neele we shall neuer meete, adue, adue for aye. ¶ Not so gammer, we myght it fynd if we knew where it laye. ¶ Gogs crosse Gammer if ye will laugh looke in but at the doore And see how Hodg lieth tomblynge and tossing amids the flour Rakyng there some fayre to find amonge the asshes dead Where there is not one sparke, so byg as a pyns head, At last in a darke corner two sparkes he thought he sees Which where indede noght els but Gyb our cats two eyes Puffe quod hodg thinking therby to haue fyre without doubt With that Gyb shut her two eyes, & so the fyre was out And by and by them opened, euen as they were before, With that the sparkes appered euen as they had done of yore, And euen as hodge blew the fire as he did thincke Gyb as she felt the blast strayght way began to wyncke, Tyll Hodge fell of swering, as cam hst to his turne, The er was sure bewicht, and therfore wold not burne: At last Gyb vp the slayers, among the old postes and pinnes, And Hodge he hied him after till broke were both his sinnes: Cursynge and swering othes, were neuer of his makyng, That Gyb wold fyre the house, if that shee were not taken. ¶ See here is all the thought that the foolysh Urchy taketh, And Lyb me thinke at his elbowe almost as mery maketh This is all the wyt ye haue when others make their moe, Come downe Hodge, where art thou and let the Cat alone. ¶ Gogs harte, help and come vp, Gyb in her tayle hath fyre. And is like to burne all if shes get a lytle hier: Cum downe (quoth you,) nay then you might count me a patch, The oule cometh downe on your eads if it take ons yt thatch. ¶ It is the cats eyes foole that shineth in the darke. ¶ Hath the Cat do you thinke in euery eye a sparke. ¶ e, but they shyne as lyke fyre as euer man see. ¶ y the masse and she burne all, youh heare the blame for mee