Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
I trow drab I shall dress thee. Tarry thou knave I hold the a groat, I shall make these hands bless thee Take thou this old hoar for amends, & learn thy tongue well to tame And say thou met at this bickering, not thy fellow but thy dame. Where is the strong stewed hoar, chil gear a hores mark, Stand out ones way, that ich kill none in the dark: Up gammer and ye be alive, chil feygh now for us both, Come no near me thou scalde callet, to kill the ich were loath. Art here again thou hoddypeak, what doll bring me out my spit. Chill brooch thee with this, him father soul, (Chill conjure that foul spirit: Let door stand Cock, why come in deed? keep door thou whoreson boy. Stand to it thou bastard for thine ears, i'll teach thou a sluttish toy. Gogs wounds hoar, chil make the avaunt, (take heed Cock, pull in the latch, i'faith sir loose breach had ye tarried, ye should have found your match. Now ware thy throat lozel, thouse pray for all Well said gammer by my soul, Hoist her, souse her, bounce her, trounce her, pull out her throat bowl comest behind me thou withered witch, & I get once on foot Thouse pay for all, thou old tar leather, i'll teach the what longs to it Take that this to make up thy mouth, till time thou come by more Up gammer stand on your feet, where is the old whore? Faith would chad her by the face (choulde crack her callet crown A hodg, hodg, where was thy help, when fixen had me down. By the mass Gammer, but for my staff (Chat had gone nigh to spill you Ich think the harlot had not cared, and chad not come to kill you But shall well cost our needle thus? No Hodge chwarde loathe do so. Thinkest thou chill take that at her hand, no hodg ich tell thee no Chold yet this fray were well take up & our own needle at home 'twill be my chance else some to kill, where ever it be or whom We have a parson, (hodge thou knows) a man esteemed wise Mast doctor Rat, chil for him lend, and let me here his advise, He will her shrive for all this gear, & give her penance straight Wese have our needle, else dame that comes near with in heaven gate Ye marry gammer, thou ich think best: will you now for him send The sooner Doctor Rat be here, the sooner we'llse ha an end, And here gammer Diccon's devil, (as iche remember well) Of Cat, and Chat, and Doctor Rat: a felonius tale did tell, Chold you forty pound, that is the way your needle to get again. Chil ha' him straight, call out the boy, we'll make him take the pain ¶ What coke I saye, come out what deuill canst not ee.
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¶ I trow drab I shall dresse thee. Tary yu knaue I hold the a grte, I shall make these hands blesse thee Take y• this old hore for a mends, & lerne thy tonge well to tame And say thou met at this bickering, not thy fellow but thy dame. ¶ Where is the strong stued hore, chil geare a hores marke, Stand out ones way, that ich kyll none in the darke: Up gammer and ye be alyue, chil feygh now for vs bothe, Come no nere me thou calde allet, to kyll the ich wer loth. ¶ Art here agayne thou hoddy peke, what doll bryng me out my spitte. ¶ Chill broche thee wyth this, him father soule, (chyll coniure that foule sprete: Let der stand Cock, why come in deede? kepe dore yu horson boy. ¶ Stand to it yu astard for thine eares, ise teche y• a fluttish toye. ¶ Ggs woundes hore, chil make the auaunte, (take heede Cocke, pull in the latche, ¶ I faith sir loose breche had ye taried, ye shold haue found your match. ¶ Now ware thy throte losell, thouse pray for al ¶ Well said gammer by my soule, Hoyse her, souse her, bounce her, trounce her, pull out her throte boule ¶ Comst behynd me thou withered witch, & I get once on foote Thouse pay for all, yu ol tar lether, ile teach the what longs to it Take yt this to make vp thy mouth, til time thou come by more ¶ Up gammer stand on your feete, where is the olde hore Faith woulde chad her by the face (choulde cracke her allet crowne ¶ A hodg, hodg, where was thy help, when fixen had me downe. ¶ By the masse Gammer, but for my staffe (Chat had gone nye to spyl you Ich think the harlot had not cared, and chad not com to kill you But shall wel cost our neele thus? ¶ No Hodge chwarde lothe doo soo. Thinkest thou chill take that at her hand, no hodg ich tell the no ¶ Chold yet this fray wer wel take vp & our own neele at home Twill be my chaunce ls some to kil, wher euer it be or whome ¶ We haue a parson, (hodge thou knoes) a man estemed wise Mast doctor Rat, chil for hym lend, and let me here his aduise, He will her shriue for all this gere, & geue her penaunce strait Wese haue our neele, els dame that comes nere wt in heauē gate ¶ Ye mary gammer, y• ich think best: wyll you now for him end The sooner Doctor Rat be here, the soner wes ha an ende, And here gammer Dyccons deuill, (as iche remember well) Of Cat, and Chat, and Doctor Rat: a felloneus tale dyd tell, Chold you forty pound, that is the way your neele to et againe. ¶ Chil ha him strait, call out ye boy, wele make him take the payn ¶ What coke I saye, come out what deuill canst not ee.