Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Come on fellow Diccon chalbe even with thee now. Thou wilt not stick to do this Diccon I trow. No by my father's skin, my hand down I lay it? look as I have promised, I will not denay it, But Hodge take good heed now, thou do not beshit me. And gave him a good blow on the buttock. gog's heart thou false villain dost thou bite me? What Hodge doth he hurt the or ever he begin. He thrust me into the buttock, with a bodkin or a pin, I say Gammer, Gammer? How now Hodge, how now: God's mait Gammer gurton. Thou art mad ich trow. Will you see the devil Gammer. The devil son, god bless us. Chould iche were hanged Gammer. Marry see ye might dress us. Chaue it by the mass Gammer What not my needle Hodge? Your Needle Gammer, your needle. No fie, dost but dodge. Cha found your needle Gammer, here in my hand be it. For all the loves on earth Hodge, let me see it. Soft Gammer. Good Hodge. Soft ich say, tarry a while. Nay sweet Hodge say truth, and do not me beguile. Cham sure on it ich warrant you: it goes no more astray Hodge when I speak so fair: wilt still say me nay: Go near the light gammer this well in faith good luck: Chwas almost undone: 'twas so far in my buttock 'tis mine own dear needle Hodge, sickerly I wot Cham I not a good son gammer, cham I not, Christ's blessing light on thee, hast made me for ever Ich knew that ich must find it, else choud a had it never By my troth gossip gurton, I am even as glad As though I mine own self as good a turn had: And I by my conscience, to see it so come forth, Rejoice so much at it, as three needles be worth. I am no whit sorry to see you so rejoice. Nor I much the gladder for all this noise: Yet say gramercy Diccon, for springing of the game. Gramercy Diccon twenty times, o how glad cham, If that chould do so much, your masterdom to come hither, Master Rat, good wife Chat, and Diccon together: Cha but one half penny, as far as iche know it, And chil not rest this night, till ich bestow it. If ever ye love me, let us go in and drink. I am content if the rest think as I think! Master Rat it shallbe best for you if we so do, Then shall you warm you and dress yourself too. Soft sirs, take us with you, the company shallbe the more, As proud comes behind they say, as any goes before, But now my good masters since we must be gone And leave you behind us, here all alone: Since at our last ending, thus merry we be, For Gammer Gurton's needle's sake, let us have a plaudite.
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¶ Come on fellow Diccon chalbe euen with thee now. ¶ Thou wilt not sticke to do this Diccon I trow. ¶ No by my fathers skin, my hand downe I lay it? Loe as I haue promised, I wil not denay it, But Hodge take good heede now, thou do not beshite me. And gaue him a good blow on the buttocke. ¶Gogs hart thou false villaine dost thou bite me ¶ What Hodge doth he hurt the or euer he begin. ¶ He thrust me into the buttocke, with a bodkin or a pin, I saie Gammer, Gammer? ¶ How now Hodge, how now: ¶ Gods mat Gammer gurton. ¶ Thou art mad ich trow. ¶ Will you see the deuil Gammer. ¶ The deuil sonne, god blesse vs. ¶ Chould iche were hanged Gammer. ¶ Mary se ye might dresse vs. ¶ haue it by the masse Gammer ¶ What not my neele Hodge? ¶Your Neele Gammer, your neele. ¶ No fie, dost but dodge. ¶ Cha ound our neele Gammer, here in my hand be it. ¶ For al the loues on earth Hodge, let me see it. ¶ Soft Gammer. ¶ Good Hodge. ¶ Soft ich say, tarie a while. ¶ Nay sweee Hodge say truth, and do not me begile. ¶ Cham sure on it ich warrant you: it goes no more a stray ¶ Hodge when I speake so faire: wilt stil say me na: ¶ Go neare the ight gammer this wel in faith good lucke: Chwas almost vndone: twas so far in my buttocke ¶ Tis min owne deare neele Hodge, sykerly I wot ¶ Cham I not a good sonne gammer, cham I not, ¶ Christs blessing light on thee, hast made me for euer ¶ Ich knew that ich must finde it, els choud a had it neuer ¶ By my troth Gopy gurton, I am euen as glad As though I mine owne selfe as good a turne had: ¶And I by my concience, to see it so come forth, Reioyce so much at it, three nedles be worth. ¶ I am no whit sory to see you so reioyce. ¶ Nor I much the gladder for al this noyce: Yet say gramercy Diccon, for springing of the game. ¶ Gramercy Diccon twenty times, how glad cham, If that chould do so much, your masterdome to come hether, Master Rat, good wife Chat, and Diccon together: Cha but one half peny, as far as iche know it, And chil not rest this night, till ich bestow it. If euer ye loue me, let vs go in and drinke. ¶ I am content if the rest thinke as I thinke▪ Maser Rat it shalbe best for you if we so doo, Then shall you warme you and drse your self too. ¶ Soft syrs, take vs with you, the company shalbe the more, As proude coms behinde they say, as any goes before, But now my good masters since we must be gone And leaue you behinde vs, here all alone: Since at our last ending, thus mery we bee, For Gammer Gurtons nedle sake, let vs haue a plaudyti.