Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Alas sir, ask you that? Is it not made plain enough (by the own mouth of dame chat The time agreeth, my head is broken, her tongue can not lie, only upon a bare nay she saith it was not I. No marry was it not indeed ye shall here by this one thing, This afternoon a friend of mine, for good will gave we warning And bade more well look to my rust, and all my Capons pens, For if I take not better heed, a knave would have my hens, Than I to save my goods took so much pains as him to watch And as good fortune served me, it was my chance him for to catch What strokes he bore away, or other what was his gains I wot not, but sure I am, he had something for his pains Yet tells thou not who it was. Who it was a false thief, That came like a false fox, my pullen to kill and mischief. But knowest thou not his name? I know it but what than. It was that crafty cullion Hodge my gammer Gurton's man. Call me the knave hither, he shall sure kiss the stocks. I shall teach him a lesson, for filching hens or cocks. I marvel master bailie, so bleared be your eyes. An egg is not so full of meat as she is full of lies: When she hath played this prank, to excuse all this gear, She layeth the fault in such a one, as I know was not there. Was he not there look on his pate, that shallbe his witness. I would my head were half so whole, I would seek no redress, God bless you gammer Gurton. God dild you master mine. Thou hast a knave within thy house, hodge, a servant of thine. They tell me that busy knave, is such a filching one, That Hen, Pig, goose or capon, thy neighbour can have none, By god cham much ameued, to bear any such report: Hodge was not wont ich trow, to have him in that sort. A thievisher knave is not on live, more filching nor more false Many a truer man than he, have hanged up by the half. And thou his dame of all his theft, thou art the sole receiver For hodge to catch, and thou to keep, I never knew none better Sir reverence of your masterdom, and you were out adoor, Chold be so bold for all her brags, to call her arrant whore, And ich knew Hodge so bad as tow, ich with me endless sorrow And chould not take the pains, to hang him up before to morrow? What have I stolen from thee or thine: thou ill-favoured old trot. A great deal more (by Gods blessed,) then chever by the got, That thou knowest well I need not say it. Stop there I say, And tell me here I pray you, this matter by the way: How chance hodge is not here him would I fain have had.
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¶ Alas sir, aske you that? Is it not made plain inough (by the owne mouth of dame chat The time agreeth, my head is broken, her tong can not lye, Only vpon a bare nay she saith it was not I. ¶No mary was it not indeede ye shal here by this one thing, This after noone a frēd of mine, for good wil gaue we warning And bad mo wel loke to my ruste, and al my Capos pennes, For if I ke not better heede, a knaue wold haue my hennes, Then I to saue my goods toke so much pains as him to watch And as good fortune serued me, it was my chaūce hī for to catch What strokes he bare away, or other what was his gaines I wot not, but sure I am, he had something for his paines ¶Yet telles thou not who it was. ¶ Who it was a false theefe, That came like a false Fore, my ullie to kil and mischeefe. ¶ But knowest thou not his name▪ ¶ I know it but what than. It was that craty cullyon Hodge my gammer gurtons man. ¶ Cal me the knaue hether, he shal sure kysse the stockes. I shall tech him a lesson, for filcng hens or cocks. ¶ I maruile master bayly, so bleared be your eyes. An egge is not so ful of meate as she is ful of lyes: When she hath playd this pranke, o excuse al this geare, She layeth the fault in such a one, as I know was not there. ¶ Was he not thear loke on his pate, that shalbe his witnes. ¶I wold my head were half so he, I wold seeke no redresse, ¶God blesse you gammer Gurton. ¶ God ylde you master mine. ¶ Thou ha a knaue wtin thy house, hodge, a seruant of thine. They tel busy knaue, is such a filching one, That Hen. goose or capon, thy neighbour can haue none, ¶ By go uch ameued, to beare any such reporte: Hodge was not wo ch trow, to haue him in that sort. ¶A theenisher knaue is not on liue, more filching nor more false Many a truer man then he, hae hanged vp by the halfe. And thou his dame of al his theft, thou art the sole receauer For hodge to catch, and thou to kepe, I neuer knew none better ¶ Sir reuerence of your masterdome, and you were out adoore, Chold be so bolde for al hir brags, to cal hir arrant whoore, And ich knew Hodge so bad as tow, ich with me endlesse sorow And chould not take the pains, to hang him vp before to morow? ¶ What hae I stolne frō the or thine: thou ilfauored olde trot. ¶ A great deale more (by Gods blest,) then cheuer by the got, That thou knowest wel I neade not say it. ¶ Stoppe there I say, And tel me here I pray you, this matter by the way: How chaunce hodge is not here him wold I faine haue had.