Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Tush tush, her needle, her needle, her needle man. ('tis neither flesh nor fish. A little thing with an hole in the end, as bright as any seller, Small, long, sharp at the point, & straight as any pillar. I know not what a devil thou meanest, thou bringst me more in doubt Knowest not with what tom tailors man, fits broaching through a clout A needle, needle, a needle, my gammers needle is gone. Her needle Hodge, now I smell thee, that was a chance alone, By the mass thou hadst a shameful loss, & it were but for that 〈◊〉 gog's soul man chould give a crown chad it but iii. stitches. How sayest thou Hodg, what should he have, again thy nedle got Gem vathers soul, and chad it chould give him a new grot. Canst thou keep counsel in this case. Else chwold my thong were out. Do than but then by my advise, & I will fetch it without doubt, Chill run, chill ride, chill dig, chill delve, (Chill toil, chill trudge shalt see: Chill hold chil draw, chil pull, chill pinch (Chill kneel on my bare knee. Chill scrape, chill scratch, chill sift, chill seek, (Chill bow, chill bend, chill sweat. Chil stoop, chil stur, chil cap chil kneel, chil creep on hands & feet, Chil be thy bondman Diccon, ich swear by sun and moon And channot sum what to stop this gap, cham utterly undone Pointing behind to his torn breeches. Why, is there any special cause, thou takest hereat such sorrow Kirstian Clack Tom Simson's maid, by the mass comes hither to morrow Cham not able to say, between us what may hap, She smiled on me the last Sunday when ich put of my cap, Well Hodge this is a matter of weight, & must be kept close, It might else turn to both our costs as the world now goose, Shalt swore to be no blab Hodge. chill Diccon. Then go to, Lay thine hand here, say after me as thou shalt hear me do Haste no book? Cha no book I. Then needs must force us both, Upon my breech to lay thine hand, and there to take thine oath. I Hodge breathless, Swear to Diccon reckless By the cross that I shall kiss, To keep his counsel close And always me to dispose To work that his pleasure is. Now Hodge see thou take heed And do as I thee bid For so I judge it meet, This nedle again to win There is no shift therein But conjure up a spirit. What the great devil Diccon I say? Yea in good faith, that is the way, Fet with some pretty charm. Soft Diccon be not to hasty yet, By the mass for ich begin to sweat Cham afraid of syme harm. Come hither then and stir the not One inch out of this Circle plat But stand as I thee teach.
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¶ Tush tush, her neele, her neele, her neele man. (tys neyther flesh nor fysh. A lytle thing with an hole in the end, as bright as any syller, Small, longe, sharpe at the poynt, & straight as any pyller. ¶I know not what a deuil yu mēest, yu bringst me more in doubt ¶ Knowest not wt what tom tailers mā, fits broching throughe a clout A neele, neele, a neele, my gammers neele is gone. ¶ Her neele Hodge, now I smel thee, yt was a chaunce alone, By ye masse yu hadst a shamefull losse, & it wer but for tht ¶ Gogs soule man chould giue a crown chad it but iii. stitches. ¶ How sayest yu Hodg, what shuld he haue, again thy nle got ¶ Gem vathers soule, and chad it chould giue him a new grot. ¶ Canst thou keepe counsaile in this case. ¶Els chwold my thonge were out. ¶Do than but then by my aduise, & I will fetch it wt t doubt, ¶Chyll runne, chyll ryde, chyll dygge, chyl , (chill toyle, chill trudge shalt see: Chill hold chil drawe, chil pull, chill pynche (chill kneele on my bare knee. Chill scrape, chill scratche, chill syfte▪ chyll seeke, (chill bowe, chill bende, chill sweate. Chil stop, chil stur, chil cap chil knele, chil crepe on hāds & feete▪ Chil be thy bondman Diccon, ich sweare by sunne and moone And channot sum what to stop this gap, cham vtterly vndone Pointing behind to his torne kreeches. ¶Why, is ther any special cause, thou takest hereat such sorow ¶Kirstian Clack Tom simsons maid, bithe masse coms hether to morow Cham not able to say, betweene vs what may hap, She smyled on me the last sonday when ich put of my cap, ¶ Well Hodge this is a matter of weight, & must be kept close, It might els turne to both our costes as the world now gose, Shalt sware to be no blab Hodge. ¶ Chyll Diccon. ¶ Then go to, Lay thine hand here, say after me as thou shalt here me do Haste no booke? ¶ Cha no booke I. ¶ Then needes must force vs both, Upon my breech to lay thine hand, and there to take thine othe. ¶ I Hodge breethelesse, Sweare to Diccon rechelesse By the crosse that I shall kysse, To kepe his counsaile close And alwayes me to dispose To worke that his pleasure is. ¶ Now Hodge see thou take heede And do as I thee byd For so I iudge it meete, This eole againe to win There is no shift therin But coniure vp a spreete. ¶What the great deuill Diccon I saye? ¶Yea in good faith, that is the waye, Fet with some pretycharme. ¶Softe Diccon be not to hasty yet, By the masse for ich begyn to sweat Cham afrayde of syme harme. ¶Come hether then and sturre the nat One inche out of this Cyrcle plat But stande as I thee teace.