Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
¶ Soft ier by the way, Ye know she could do little, and she cold not say nay. Yea but he that made one lie about your Cock stealing, Will not stick to make another, what time lies be in dealing I ween the end will prove, this brawl did first arise, Upon no other ground, but only Diccons lies. Though some be lies as you belike have espied them. Yet other some be true, by proof I have well tried them. What other thing beside this dame Chat. Marry sir even this, The tale I told before, the self same tale it was his, He gaue me like a frende, warning against my loe, Else had my hens be stolen, each one, by God's cross: He told me Hodge would come, and in he came indeed, But as the matter chanced, with greater haste than speed, This truth was said, and true was found, as truly I report. If Doctor Rat be not deceived, it was of another sort. By God's mother thou and he, be a couple of subtle foxes, Between you and Hodge. I bear away the boxes, Did not diccon appoint the place, where thou shouldst stand to meet him. Yes by the mass, & if he came, bade me not stick to spit him. God's sacrament the villain knave hath dressed us round about, He is the cause of all this brawl, that dirty shitten lout: When gammer gurton here complained, & made a rueful moan I heard him swear that you had gotten, her needle that was gone, And this to try he further said, he was full loth how be it He was content with small ado, to bring me where to see it. And where ye sat, he said full certain, if I would follow his read Into your house a privy way, he would me guide and lead, And where ye had it in your hands, sewing about a clout, And set me in the back hole, thereby to find you out: And whiles I sought a quietness, creeping upon my knees, I found the weight of your door bar, for my reward and fees, Such is the luck that some men gets, while they begin to mell In setting at one such as were out. minding to make all well. Was not well blessed gammer, to scape the scour, & chad been there Then chad been dressed be like, as ill by the mass, as gaffer vicar. Marry sir, here is a sport alone, I looked for such an end If diccon had not played the knave, this had been soon amend My gammer here he made a fool, and dressed her as she was And good wife Chat he set to school, till both parts cried alas, And D. Rat was not behind, whiles Chat his crown did pare, I would the knave had been stark blind, if hodg had not his share.
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¶ Soft ier by the way, Ye know she could do lile, and she cld not say nay. ¶ Yea bt he that made one lie about your Cock stealing, Wil not sticke to make another, what time lies be in dealing I weene the ende wil proue, this brawle did first arise, Upon no other ground, but only Diccons lyes. ¶ Though some be lyes as you belike haue espyed them. Yet other some be true, by proof I haue wel tryed them. ¶ What other thing beside this dame Chat. ¶ Mary syr euen this, The tale I tolde before, the selfe same tale it was his, He gaue me like a frende, warning against my loe, Els had my hens be stolne, eche one, by Gods crosse: He tolde me Hodge wold come, and in he came indeede, But as the matter chaunsd, with greater hast then speede, This truth was said, and true was found, as truly I report. ¶If Doctor Rat be not deceiued, it was of another sort. ¶ By Gods mother thou and he, be a cople of suttle foxes, Betweene you and Hodge. I beare away the bores, Did not diccō apoynt the place, wher yu shuldst stād to mete him. ¶Yes by the masse, & if he came, bad me not sticke to speet hym. ¶ Gods sacrament the villain knaue hath drest vs round about, He is the cause of all this brawle, that dyrty shitten loute: When gammer gurton here complained, & made a ruful mone I heard him sweare yt you had gotten, hir nede that was gone, And this to try he furder said, he was ful loh how be it He was content with small adoe, to bring me where to see it. And where ye sat, he said ful certain, if I wold folow his read Into your house a priuy way, he wold me guide and leade, And where ye had it in your hands, sewing about a clowte, And set me in the backe hole, therby to finde you out: And whiles I sought a quietnes, creping vpon my knees, I found the weight of your dore bar, for my reward and fees, Such is the lucke that some men gets, while they begin to mel In setting at one such as were out▪ minding to make al wel. ¶ Was not wel blest gāmer, to scape ye coure▪ & chad ben there Thē chad ben drest be like, as ill by the masse, as gaar vicar. ¶ Mary sir, here is a sport alone, I loked for such an end If diccon had not playd the knaue, this had ben sone amend My gammer here he made a foole, and drest hir as she was And good wife Chat he set to scole, till both partes cried alas, And D. Rat was not behind, whiles Chat his crown did pare, I wold the knaue had bē starke blind, hodg had not his share.