Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
HEre will the sport begin, if these two once may meet. Their cheer durst lay money will prove scarcely sweet My gammer sure intends, to be upon her bones, Which staves, or with clubs, or else with cobble stones. Dame Chat on the other side, if she be far behind I am right far deceived she is given to it of kind, He that may tarry by it a while, and that but shorts I warrant him trust to it, he shall see all the sport Into the town will I, my friends to visit there And hither straight again to see th'end of this gear In the mean time fellows, pipe up your fiddles, I say take them And let your friends here such mirth as ye can make them. SYm glover yet gramercy, cham meetly well sped now, Thart even as good a fellow as ever kissed a cow, Here is a thing in deed, by the mass though ich speak it Tom tankards great bald cortal, I think could not break it And when he spied my need, to be so straight and hard, Hays lent me here his naull, to set the gyb forward, As for my Gammers needle, the flying fiend go weete, Chill not now go to the door again with it to meet: Chould make shyfte good inough and chad a candels e, The cheese hole in my breech, with these two chil amend. HOw Hodge, mayst now be glad, cha news to tell thee Ich know who hais my needle, ich trust soon shalt it see The devil thou does, hast hard gammer in deed, or dost but jest 'tis as true as steel Hodge. Why, knowest well where didst lose it? Ich know who found it, and took it up shalt see or it be long. God's mother dear, if that be true, farewell both naule an thong But who hais it gammer say on: chould fain here it disclosed. That false fixen, that same dame Chat, that counts herself so honest. Who told you so: That same did Diccon the bedlam, which saw it done. Diccon: it is a vengeable knave gammer, 'tis a bonable whoreson, Can do more things than that else cham deceived evil: By the mass ich saw him of late call up a great black devil, O the knave cried ho, ho, he roared and he thundered, And yead been here, cham sure youll murrenly ha' wondered. Was not thou afraid Hodge to see him in this place: No, and chad come to me, chould have laid him on the face, Chould have promised him. But Hodge, had he no horns to push: As long as your two arms, saw ye never friar Rush Painted on a cloth, with a side long cows tail: And crooked cloven feet, and many a hooked nail? For all the world (if I should judge) chould reckon him his brother Look even what face friar Rush had, the devil had such another
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HEre will the sporte begin, if these two once may meete. Their chere durst lay money will proue scarsly sweete My gammer sure entends, to be vppon her bones, Wich staues, or with clubs, or els with coble stones. Dame Chat on the other syde, if she be far behynde I am right far deceiued she is geuen to it of kynde, He tha may tarry by it a whyle, and that but shorts I warrant hym trust to it, he shall see all the sporte Into the towne will I, my frendes to vysit there And hether straight againe to see thend of this gere In the meane time felowes, pype vpp your fiddles, I saie take them And let your freyndes here such mirth as ye can make them. SYm glouer yet gramercy, cham meetlye well sped now, Thart een as good a felow as euer kyste a cowe, Here is a thynge in dede, by ye masse though ich speake it Tom tankard great bald cortal, I thinke could not breake it And when he spyed my neede, to be so straight and hard, Hays lent me here his naull, to set the yd forward, As for my Gammers neele, the lyenge feyud go wete, Chill no now go to the oore againe with it to meete: Chould make shyfte good inough and chad a candels e, The cheee hole in my breeche, with these two chil amende. HOw Hodge, mayst nowe be glade, cha newes to tell thee Ich knowe who ais my neele, ich trust soone shalt it see ¶ The deuyll thou does, hast hard gammer in deede, or doest but iest ¶ Tys as true as steele Hodge. ¶ Why, knowest well where dydst leese it? ¶ Ich know who found it, and tooke it vp shalt see or it be longe. ¶ Gods mother dere, if that be true, farwel both naule an thong But who hais it gammer say on: chould faine here it disclosed. ¶ That false fixen, that same dame Chat, that counts her selfe so honest. ¶ Who tolde you so: ¶ That same did Diccon the bedlam, which saw it done. ¶ Diccon: it is a vengeable knaue gammer, tis a bonable horsō, Can do mo things then that els cham deceyued euill: By the masse ich saw him of late cal vp a great blacke deuill, O the knaue cryed ho▪ ho, he roared and he thundred, And yead bene here, cham sure yould murrenly ha wondred. ¶ Was not thou afraide Hodge to see him in this place: ¶ No, and chad come to me, chould haue laid him on the face, Chould haue promised him. ¶ But Hodge, had he no hornes to pushe: ¶ As long as your two armes, saw ye neuer Fryer Rushe Painted on a cloth, with a side long cowes tayle: And crooked clouen feete, nd many a hoked nayle? For al the world (if I shuld iudg) chould recken him his brother Loke euen what face Frier Rush had, the deuil had such another