The Nature of the Four Elements (Natura Naturata) · chunk 8 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 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Than I cannot see the contrary But ye are for me full necessary And right convenient. ye sir beware yet what ye do For if you forsake my company so Lord nature will not be content. Of him ye shall never learn good thing Nother virtue nor no other cunning This dare I well say Marry avaunt knave I the defy Died nature for bide him my company what sayest thou thereto speak openly As for that I know well nay No by god I am right sure For he knoweth well no creature without me can live one day Sir I pray you be content It is not utterly mine intent your company to exile But only to have communication And a pastime of recreation with this man for a while well for your pleasure I will depart Now go knave go I beshrew thy hart The devil send the forward Now by my troth I marvel greatly That ever ye would use the company So much of such a knave For if ye do no nother thing But ever study and to be musing As he would have you it will you bring At the last unto your grave ye should ever study principal For to comfort your life natural with metis and drinks dilycate And other pastimes & pleasures a 'mong Dancing laughing or pleasant song This is meet for your estate Be cause ye say so I you promise That I have mused & studied such wise Me thynketh my wits weary My nature desireth some refreshing And also I have been so long fasting That I am somewhat hungry well than will ye go with me To a tavern where ye shall see Good pastance & at your liberty Have what so ever ye will I am content so for to do if that ye will not fro me go But keep me company still Company qd a/ ye that I shall point device And also do you good and true service And thereto I plight my truth And if that I ever forsake you I pray god the devil take you Marry I thank you for that oath A mischief on it my tongue loo will trip sometime what so ever I do But ye wots what I mean well ye no force let this matter pass But seydest evin now thou knewyst where was A good tavern to make solas where is that I pray the tell Marry at the door even here by if we call any thunge on high The taverner will answer I pray the than call for him now Marry I will/ How taverner how why dost thou not appear who is that calleth so hastily I shrew thine heart speak softly I tell the I am not here Than I be shrew the page of thine age Come hither knave for thine advantage why makyst thou it so tow
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Than I cannot see the contrary But ye are for me full necessary And ryght conuenyent. ye syr beware yet what ye do For yf you forsake my company so Lorde nature wyll not be contente. Of hym ye shall neuer lerne good thyng Nother vertu nor no other cōnynge This dare I well say Mary auaunt knaue I the defye Dyde nature for byde hym my cōpany what sayst thou therto speke openly As for that I know well nay No by god I am ryght sure For he knoweth well no creature without me can lyue one day Syr I pray you be contente It is not vtterly myne intente your company to exyle But onely to haue cōmunycacyon And a pastyme of recreacyon with this man for a whyle well for your pleasure I wyll departe Now go knaue go I beshrew thy hart The deuyll sende the forwarde Now by my trouth I meruell gretly That euer ye wolde vse the company So myche of suche a knaue For yf ye do no nother thynge But euer study and to be musynge As he wolde haue you it wyll you brynge At the last vnto your graue ¶ye shulde euer study pryncypall For to comfort your lyfe naturall with metis and drynkes dilycate And other pastymes & pleasures a monge Daūsynge laughynge or plesaunt songe This is mete for your estate ¶Be cause ye sey so I you ꝓmyse That I haue musyd & studyed such wyse Me thynketh my wyttes wery My nature desyreth some refresshynge And also I haue ben so longe fastynge That I am somwhat hongry ¶well than wyll ye go with me To a tauerne where ye shall se Good pastaunce & at your lyberte Haue what so euer ye wyll ¶I am content so for to do yf that ye wyll not fro me go But kepe me company styll ¶Cōpany qd a / ye yt I shall poynt deuyse And also do you good and trew seruyce And therto I plyght my trouthe And yf that I euer forsake you I pray god the deuyl take you ¶Mary I thanke you for that othe ¶A myschyfe on it my tonge loo wyll tryp somtyme what so euer I do But ye wot what I mene well ¶ye no force let this matter passe But seydest euī now thou knewyst where was A good tauerne to make solas where is that I prey the tell ¶Mary at the dore euyn here by yf we call any thnge on hye The tauerner wyll answere ¶I prey the than call for hym nowe ¶Mary I wyll / How tauerner how why doste thou not appere ¶who is that calleth so hastely I shrew thyne hert speke softely I tell the I am not here ¶Than I be shrew ye page of thyne age Come hyther knaue for thyne auauntage why makyst thou hit so tow