Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
soft Diccon and drink, what Doll I say Bring here a cup of the best ale, let's see, come quickly a way. Ye see masters the one end tapped of this my short device Now must we broche tother to, hour the smoke arise And by the time they have a while run. (I trust ye need not crave it. But look what lieth in both their hearts ye are like sure to have it Yea gog's soul, art alive yet? what Diccon dare ich come? A man is well hied to trust to thee, I will say nothing but mum But and ye come any nearer I pray you see all be sweet. Tush man, is gammers needle found, that chould gladly weet She may thank thee it is not found, for if thou had kept thy standing The devil he would have fet it out, even hodg at thy commanding gog's heart, & cold he tell nothing where the needle might be found Ye foolish dolt, ye were to seek, ere we had got our ground, Therefore his tale so doubtful was, that I could not perceive it. Then ich see well something was said, chop one day yet to have it, But diccon, diccon, did not the devil cry ho, ho, ho, If thou hadst tarried where thou stoodst, thou wouldest have said so Durst swear of a book, chard him roar, straight after ich was gone But tell me diccon what said the knave: let me here it anon. The whoreson talked to me. I know not well of what One while his tongue it ran and paltered of a Cat, Another while he stammered still upon a Rat, Last of all there was nothing but every word Chat, Chat, But this I well perceived before I would him rid, Between Chat, and the Rat, and the Cat, the needle is hid, Now whether Gyb our cat have eat it in her maw, Or Doctor Rat our curate have found it in the straw, Or this dame chat your neighbour have stolen it, god he knoweth But by the morrow at this time, we shall learn how the matter goeth Canst not learn tonight man, seest not what is here, 'tis not possible to make it sooner appear, Alas Diccon then chaveave no shift, but lest ich tarry to long high me to Sym glovers shop, there to seek for a Thong, There with this breech to tatch and tie as ich may. To morrow hodg if we chance to meet, shalt see what I will say. NOw this gear must forward go, for here my gammer: cometh, Be still a while & say nothing, make here a little roomth. Good lord, shall never be my luck my needle again to spy: Alas the while 'tis past my help, where 'tis still it must lie.
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▪ Dicon and drynke, what Doll I say Bringe here a cup of the best ale, lets see, come quicly a waye. Ye see masters ye one end tapt of this my short deuise Now must wo brche theter to, howre the smoke arise And by the time they haue a while run. (I trust ye need not craue it. But loke what lieth in both their harts ye ar like sure to haue it ¶ Yea gogs soule, art aliue yet? what Diccon dare ich come? ¶ A man is wel hied to trust to thee, I wil say nothing but mum But and ye come any nearer I pray you see all be sweete. ¶ Tush man, is gammers neele found, that chould gladly weete ¶ She may thāke thee it is not foūd, for if yu had kept thy stāding The deuil he wold haue fet it out, euen hodg at thy cōmaunding ¶ Gogs hart, & cold h tel nothing wher the neele might be found ¶ Ye folysh dolt, ye were to seek, ear we had gt our ground, Therfore his tale so doubtfull was, that I cold not perceiue it. ¶ Then ich se wel somthing was said, chope one day yet to haue it, But diccon, diccon, did not the deuill cry ho, ho, ho, ¶ If yu hadst taryed where thou stoodst, thou woldest haue said so ¶ Durst swere of a buke, chard him rore, streight after ich was gon But tel me diccon what said ye knaue: let me here it anon. ¶ The horson talked to mee. I know not well of what One whyle his tonge it ran and paltered of a Cat, Another whyle he stamered styll vppon a Rat, Last of all there was nothing but euery word Chat, Chat, But this I well perceyued before I wolde him rid, Betweene Chat, and the Rat, and the Cat, the nedle is hyd, Now wether Gyb our cat haue eate it in her mawe, Or Doctor Rat our curat haue found it in the straw, Or this dame chat your neighbour haue stollen it, god hee knoweth But by ye morow at this time, we shal learn how the matter goeth ¶Canst not learn to night man, seest not what is here, ¶ Tys not possyble to make it sooner appere, ¶ Alas Diccon then chaue no shyft, but least ich tary to longe Hye me to Sym glouers shop, theare to seeke for a Thonge, Ther with this breech to tatche and tye as ich may. ¶ To morow hodg if we chaunce to meete, shalt see what I will say. NOw this gere must forward goe, for here my gammer: commeth, Be still a while & say nothing, make here a litle romth. ¶ Good lord, shall neuer be my lucke my neele agayne to spye▪ Alas the whyle tys past my helpe, where tis still it must lye.