Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
And shall ich be here safe from their claws: The master devil with his long paws Here to thee can not reach: Now will I settle me to this gear. I say Diccon, hear me, hear: Go softly to this matter. What devil man, art afraid of nought Canst not tarry a little thought Till ich make a courtesy of water. Stand still to it, why shouldest thou fear him? gog's sides Diccon, methink ich hear him And tarry chal mare all. The matter is no worse than I told it, By the mass cham able no longer to hold it, To bad iche must bewray the hall. Stand to it Hodge, stir not you whoreson, What Devil, be thine arse strings brusten? thyself a while but stay, The devil I smell him will be here anon. Hold him fast Diccon, cham gone, cham gone Chill not be at that fray. FIE shitten knave, and out upon thee Above all other louts fie on thee, Is not here a cleanly prank? But thy matter was no better Nor thy presence here no sweeter, To fly I can the thank: Here is a matter worthy glozing Of Gammer Gurton needle losing And a foul piece of work, A man I think might make a play And need no word to this they say Being but half a clerk. Soft, let me alone, I will take the charge This matter further to en large Within a time short, If ye will mark my toys, and note I will give ye leave to cut my throat If I make not good sport, Dame Chat I say, where be ye, within? Who have we there maketh such a din: Here is a good fellow, maketh no great danger, What diccon? come near, ye be no stranger, We be fast set at trump man, hard by the fire, Thou shalt set on the king, if thou come a little nigher. Nay, nay, there is no tarrying: I must be gone again But first for you in council I have a word or twain. Come hither Dol, Dol, sit down and play this game, And as thou sawest me do, see thou do even the same There is 5. trumps beside the Queen, that hindmost thou shalt find her Take heed of Sim glovers wife, she hath an eye behind her, Now Diccon say your will. Nay soft a title yet, I would not tell it my sister, the matter is so great, There I will have you swear by our dear Lady of Bullaine, S. Dunstone, and S. Donnyke, with the three Kings of Kullaine, That ye shall keep it secret. gog's bread that will I do, As secret as mine own thought, by god and the devil two. Here is gammer gurton your neighbour, a sad & heavy wight Her goodly fair red Cock, at home. was stole this last night. gog's foul her Cock with the yellow legs, that nightly crowed so just?
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¶And shall ich be here safe from theyr clawes: ¶ The mayster deuill with his longe pawes Here to thee can not reache: Now will I settle me to this geare. ¶I saye Diccon, heare me, heare: Go softely to thys matter. ¶ What deuyll man, art afraide of nought ¶Canst not tarrye a lytle thought Tyll ich make a curtesie of water. ¶ Stand still to it, why shuldest thou feare hym? ¶ Gogs sydes Diccon, me thinke ich heare him And tarrye chal mare all. ¶ The matter is no worse then I tolde it, ¶ By the masse cham able no longer to olde it, To bad iche must beraye the hall. ¶ Stand to it Hodge, sture not you horson, What Deuyll, be thine ars strynges brusten? Thy selfe a while but staye, The deuill I smell hym wyll be here anone. ¶ Hold him fast Diccon, cham gone, cham gone Chyll not be at that fraye. FY shytten knaue, and out vpon thee Aboue all other loutes fye on thee, Is not here a clenly prancke? But thy matter was no better Nor thy presnce here no sweter, To flye I can the thanke: Here is a matter worthy glosynge Of Gammer Gurtone nedle losynge And a foule peece of warke, A man I thyncke myght make a playe And nede no worde to this they saye Being but halfe a Clarke. Softe, let me alone, I will take the charge This matter further to en large Within a tyme shorte, If ye will marke my toyes, and note I will geue ye leaue to cut my throte If I make not good sporte, Dame Chat I say, where be ye, within? ¶ Who haue we there maketh such a din: ¶ Here is a good fellow, maketh no great daunger, ¶ What diccon? come nere, ye be no straunger, We be fast set at trumpe man, hard by the fyre, Thou shalt set on the king, if thou come a litle nyer. ¶ Nay, nay, there is no tarying: I must be gone againe But first for you in councel I haue a word or twaine. ¶Come hether Dol, Dol, sit downe and play this game, And as thou sawest me do, see thou do euen the same There is 5. trumps beside the Queene, ye hindmost yu shalt finde her Take hede of Sim glouers wife, she hath an eie behind her, Now Diccon say your will. ¶ Nay softe a title yet, I wold not tel it my sister, the matter is so great, There I wil haue you sweare by our dere Lady of Bullaine, S. Dunstone, and S. Donnyke, with the three Kinges of Kullaine, That ye shal keepe it secret. ¶ Gogs bread that will I doo, As secret as mine owne thought, by god and the deuil two. ¶ Here is gāmer gurton your neighbour, a sad & heuy wight Her goodly faire red Cock, at home. was stole this last night. ¶ Gogs foule her Cock with the yelow legs, ye nightly crowed so iust?