Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Come down & help to seek here our needle that it were found down Tyb on the knees I say, down cock to the ground. o God I make a vowe, and so to good Saint Anne A candle shall they have a piece, get it where I can, It I may my needle find in one place or in other. Now a vengeance on gib light, on gyb and gybs mother And all the generation of Cats both far and near Look on the ground horson thinks thou the needle is here. ¶ y my touth gammer me thought your nele here I saw But when my fingers touched it, I felt it was a straw. See Hodge what's 'tis, may it not be within it, Break it fool with thy hand and see and thou canst find it. Nay break it you Hodge according to your word. sides, fie it stinks: it is a cat's turd, t were well done to make thee eare it by the masse. This matter amendeth not my needle is still where it was Our candle is at an end let us all in quite and come another time, when we have more light Back and side go bare, go bare, booth foot and hand go cold: But Belly god send thee good ale enough, whether it be new or old. I Can not eat, but little meat, my stomach is not good: But sure I think, that I can drink with him that wears a hood. Though I go bare, take ye no care, I am nothing acold: I stuff my skill, so full within, of jolly good Ale and old. Back and side go bare, go bare, booth foot and hand go cold: But belly god send the good ale enough whether it be new or old. I love no roast, but a nut brown toast and a Crab laid in the fire, A little bread, shall do me stead much bread I not desire: No frost nor snow, no wind I trow can hurt me if I would, I am so wrapped, and thoroughly leapt of jolly good ale and old. Back and side go bare. etc. And Tib my wife, that as her life loveth well good ale to seek, Full oft drinks she, till ye may see the tears run down her cheeks: Then doth she troll, to me the bowl even as a malt worm should, And sayth sweet heart, I took my part of this jolly good ale and old. Back and side go bare. etc. Now let them drink, till they nod and wink, even as good fellows should do They shall not miss, to have the bliss, good ale doth bring men to: And all poor souls that have scoured bouls or have them lustily trolled, God save the lives, of them and their wives whether they be young or old. back and side go bare. etc.
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¶ Cum downe & help to seeke here our neele that it were found Dwne yb on to knees I say, downe Cck to the ground. o God I make a vowe, and so to good Saint Anne A cane hall they haue a peece, get it where I can, It I may my neele find in one place or in other. ¶ Now a vengeance on lyght, on gyb and gybs mother And all the generacyon o Cats both far and nere Looke on the ground orson think tho the neele is here. ¶ y my touth gammer me thought your nele here I saw But when my fyngers toucht it, I ell it was a straw. ¶ See Hodge whats ty, may it no be withi it, ¶ Breake it ooe with thy hand and see and thou canst fynde it. ¶ Nay breake it you Hodge accordyng to your word. ¶ ogs ydes, fye it styncks▪ it is a Cats tord, t were well done to make thee eare it by the masse. ¶ This matter amendeth not my nele is where it wasse Our candle is at anende let vs all in ught nd come another tyme, wh we aue more lyght ¶Backe and syde go bare, go bare, booth foote and hande go colde: But Bellye god sende thee good ale ynoughe, whether it be newe or olde. I Can not eate, but lytle meate, my stomacke is not good: But sure I thinke, that I can drytke with him that weares a hood. Thoughe I go bare, take ye no care, I am nothinge a colde: I stufte my skyll, so full within, of ioly good Ale and olde. Backe and syde go bare, go bare, booth foote and hand go colde: But belly god send the good ale inoughe whether it be new or olde. I loue no rost, but a nut browne toste and a Crab layde in the fyre, A lytle bread, shall do me stead much breade I not desyre: No froste nor snow, no winde I trowe can hurte mee if I wolde, I am so wrapt, and throwly lapt of ioly good ale and olde. Backe and syde go bare. &c. And Tyb my wyfe, that as her lyfe loueth well good ale to seeke, Full ofte drynkes shee, tyll ye may see the teares run downe her cheekes: Then dooth she trowle, to mee the bowle euen as a mault worme shuld, And sayth sweete hart, I tooke my part of this ioly good ale and olde. Backe and syde go bare. &c. Now let them drynke, tyll they nod and winke, euen as good felowes shoulde doe They shall not mysse, to haue the blisse, good ale doth bringe men to: And all poore soules that haue scowred boules or haue them lustely trolde, God saue the lyues, of them and theyr wyues whether they be yonge or olde. acke and syde go bare. &c.