The Nature of the Four Elements (Natura Naturata) · chunk 7 of 19
Rastell, John · published 1520 · first performed or written 1517 [c.1517-c.1518] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
if ye will I shall for him inquire And bring him heder if I can him find Then might I say ye were to me right kind I shall assay by god that me dear bought For cunning is the thing that would be sought well hyet quod hykman when that he smote His wife on the buttockꝭ with a bear pot Aha now god even fool god even It is even the knave that I mean Hast thou done thy babeling ye peradventure what than Than hold down thy heed like a pretty man & take my blessing Benedicite/ I grant to thee/ this ꝑdo● And give the absolution For thy sooth saws/ stand up Iack daw I be shrew thy faders soon Make room sirs and let us be merry with huffa galand sing tyrll on the berry, And let the wide world wind Sing fryska Ioly with hay trolyloly For I see well it is but a folly For to have a sad mind For rather than I would use such folly To pray to study or be pope holy I had as life be ded By goggys' body I tell you true I speak as I think now else I be shrew Euyn my next fellows head Master humanyte sir be your leave I were right loath you to greve Though I do him despise For if ye knew him as well as I ye would not use his company Nor love him in no wise Sir he looketh like an honest man Therefore I marvel that ye can This wise him deprave. Though he look never so well I promise you he hath a shrewd sme●● why so I pray you tell For he saveryth sick a knave Hold your pease sir ye miss take me what I trow that ye would make me Like to one of your kin Hark sirs here ye not how boldly He calleth me knave again by policy The devil pull of his skin I would he were hanged by the thro●● For by the mess I love him not we two can never agree I am content sir with you to tarry And I am for you so necessary ye can not live without me why sir I say what man be ye I am called sensual appetite All craturs in me delight I comfort the wits five The ●astyng smelling & hearing I refresh the sight and feeling To all creatures a live For when the body wexith hungry For lack of food or else thirsty Than with drinks plesaund I restore him out of pain And oft refresh nature again with delicate vyand with plesaunde sound of harmony The hearing alway I satysfy I dare this well report The smelling with sweet odour And the sight with pleasant fygour And colours I comfort The feeling that is so pleasant Of every member foot or hand what pleasure therein can be By the touch of so●t & hard Of hot or cold nought in regard Except it come by me
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¶yf ye wyll I shall for hym enquere And brynge hym heder yf I can hym fynde Then myght I say ye were to me ryght kynde I shall assay by god that me dere bought For cunnyng is the thynge yt wolde be sought well hyet quod hykman when yt he smot Hys wyffe on the buttockꝭ with a bere pott Aha now god euyn fole god euyn It is euen the knaue that I mene Hast thou done thy babelyng ¶ye peraduenture what than Thā hold downe thy hede lyke a prety mā & take my blyssyng Benedicite / I graūt to the / this ꝑdo And gyue the absolucion For thy soth saws / stande vp Iack daw I be shrew thy faders sone ¶Make rome syrs and let vs be mery with huffa galand synge tyrll on the bery, And let the wyde worlde wynde Synge fryska Ioly with hey trolyloly For I se well it is but a foly For to haue a sad mynd ¶For rather than I wolde vse suche foly To pray to study or be pope holy I had as lyf be ded By goggys body I tell you trew I speke as I thynke now els I be shrew Euyn my next felowes hed ¶Master humanyte syr be your leue I were ryght loth you to greue Though I do hym dyspyse For yf ye knewe hym as well as I ye wolde not vse his company Nor loue hym in no wyse ¶Syr he loketh lyke an honest man Therfore I merueyll that ye can This wyse hym depraue. ¶Though he loke neuer so well I promyse you he hath a shrewde sme ¶why so I prey you tell ¶For he saueryth syke a knaue ¶Holde your pease syr ye mys take me what I trowe that ye wolde make me Lyke to one of your kyn ¶Harke syrs here ye not how boldly He callyth me knaue agayne by polycy The deuyll pull of his skyn I wolde he were hangyd by the thro For by the messe I loue hym not we two can neuer a gre I am content syr with you to tary And I am for you so necessary ye can not lyue without me why syr I say what man be ye I am callyd sensuall apetyte All craturs in me delyte I comforte the wyttys fyue The astyng smellyng & herynge I refresh the syght and felynge To all creaturs a lyue For whan the body wexith hongry For lacke of fode or ellys thursty Than with drynkes plesaund I restore hym out of payne And oft refresshe nature agayne with delycate vyand with plesaunde sound of armonye The herynge alwaye I satysfy I dare this well reporte The smellynge with swete odovr And the syght with plesaunte fygovr And colours I comforte The felynge that is so plesaunte Of euery member fote or hande what pleasure therin can be By the towchynge of sot & harde Of hote or colde nought in regarde Excepte it come by me