Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
New Iesus mercy hodg. did diccon in him bring: Nay gammer (hear me speak) chil tel you a greater thing, The devil (when diccon had him, ich heard him wondrous we'll) Said plainly (here before us, that dame chat had your needle. They let us go, and ask her wherefore she minds to keep it, Sing we know so much, 'ttwere a madness now to sleep it. Go to her gammer see ye not where she stands in her doors Bid her give you the needle, 'tis none of hers but yours. SAme Chat chold pray the fair, let me have that is mine chil not this twenty years take one fart that is thine Therefore give me mine own & let me live beside thee Why art thou crept from home hither, to mine own doors to chide me: Hence doting drab, avaunt, or I shall set the further. Intends thou and that knave, me in my house to murder: Tush gape not so no me woman, shalt not yet eat me, Nor all the friends thou hast, in this shall not entreat me: Mine own goods I will have, and ask thee on believe, What woman: pore folks must haue right, though the thing you agres. Give thee thy right, and hang thee up, with all thy beggar's brood What wilt thou make me a thief, and say I stole thy good: chil say nothing (ich warrant thee, but that ich can prove it well Thou set my good even from my door, cham able this to tell, Did I (old witch) steal oft was thine: (how should that thing be known: Ich can not tell, but up thou tookest it as though it had been thine own, Marry fie on thee, thou old gyb, with all my very heart. Nay fie on thee thou ramp, thou ryg, with all that take thy part. A vengeance on those lips that layeth such things to my charge. A vengeance on those callet's hips, whose conscience is so large Come out Hog. Come out hog, and let have me right. Thou arrant Witch. Thou bawdy bitch, chil make thee curse this night. A bag and a wallet. A cart for a callet. Why weenest thou thus to prevail, I hold thee a groat, I shall patch thy coat. Thou wert as good kiss my tail: Thou siut yu kut, yu rokes▪ y• iakes: will not shaue make y• ide thou shald thou bald, thou rotten, thou glutton, I will no longer chid thee But I will teach thee to keep home. Wilt thou drunken beast. Stick to her gammer, take her by the head, chil warrant you this feast. smite I laye gammer, bite I lay gammer, I trow ye wyll one: Where by your nail? claw her by the jaws, pull me out both her eyen, gog's bones gammer, hold up your head,
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¶ New Iesus mercy hodg. did diccon in him bring: ¶ Nay gammer (heare me speke) chil to you a greater thing, The deuil (when diccon had him, ich hard him wondrous weel) Sayd plainly (here before vs, that dame chat had your neele. ¶ They let vs go, and aske her wherfore she minds to kepe it, Seing know so much, tware a madnes now to slepe it. ¶ Go to āmer see ye not where she stands in her doores Byd her geue you the neele, tys none of hers but yours. SAme Chat cholde praye the fair, let me haue y• is mine Chil not this twenty yeres take one fart that is thyne Therfore giue me mine owne & let me liue besyde the ¶ Why art thou crept frō home hether, to mine own doores to chide me: Hence doting drab, auaunt, or I shall set the further. Intends thou and that nae, mee in my house to murther: ¶ Tush gape not so no me woman▪ shalt not yet eate mee, Nor all the frends thou hast, in this shall not intreate mee: Mine owne goods I will haue, and aske the on beleue, What woman: pore folks must haue right, though the thing you agres. ¶ Giue thee thy right, and hang thee vp, wt al thy baggers broode What wilt thou make me a theefe▪ and say I stole thy good: ¶ Chil say nothing (ich warrāt thee, but that ich cā proue it well Thou set my good euen from my doore, cham able this to tel, ¶ Dyd I (olde witche) steale oft was thine: (how should that thing be knowen: ¶ Ich can not tel, but vp thou tokest it as though it had ben thine owne, ¶ Mary fy on thee, thou old gyb, with al my very hart. ¶ Nay fy on thee yu rampe, thou ryg, with al that take thy parte. ¶ A vengeaunce on those lips yt laieth such things to my charge. ¶ A vengeance on those callats hips, whose consciēce is so large ¶ Come out Hogge. ¶ Come out hogge, and let haue me right. ¶ Thou arrant Witche. ¶ Thou bawdie bitche, chil make thee cursse this night. ¶ A bag and a wallet. ¶ A carte for a callet. ¶ Why wenest thou thus to preuaile, I hold thee a grote, I shall patche thy coate. ¶ Thou warte as good kysse my tayle: Thou siut yu kut, yu rokes▪ y• iakes: will not shaue make y• ide ¶ hou shald thou bald, thou roten, yu glotton, I will no lenger chyd the But I will teache the to kepe home. ¶ Wylt thou drunken bste. ¶ Sticke to her gammer, take her by the head, chil warrant you thys feast. Smte I laye gammer, I lay gammer, I trow ye wyll one: Where by your yl? claw her by the iawes, pull me out bothe her eyen, Gogs bones gammer, holde vp your head,