Whetstone, George · published 1578 · first performed or written 1578 [1576-1579] (Annals) comedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
With right good will, for such my sickness is. As I shall die, if her good will I miss. THe wind is ill, blows no man's gain, for cold I need not care, Here is nine and twenty suits of apparel for my share: And some berlady very good, for so standeth the case, As neither gentleman, nor other Lord, Promos showeth Grace. But I marvel much poor slaves, that they are hanged so soon, They were wont, to stay a day or two, now scarce an after noon: All the better for the hangman, I pardons dreaded sore, Would cutters save, whose clothes are good, I never feared the poor: Let me see, I must be dapper in this my faculty, Hear are new ropes, how are my knots, I saith fyr slippery. At fast or lose, with my Giptian, I mean to have a cast: Ten to one I read his fortune by the Marymas fast, A way, what a stur is this, to see men go to hanging? Hark▪ Good bye ye, I must begun, the prisoners are a coming. WIth heart and voice to thee O Lord, At latter gasp, for grace we cry: Unto our suits, good God accord, Which thus appeal, to thy mercy. Forsake us not, in this distress, Which unto thee, our sins confess: Forsake us not, in this distress, Which unto thee, our sins confess. All sorts of men beware by us, whom present death assaults, Look in your conscience what you found, & sorrow for your faults: Example take by our fresh harms, see here the fruits of pride, I for my part deserved death, long ere my theft was spied. O careless youth, lead, lead awry, with every pleasing toy, Note well my words, they are of worth, the cause though my annoy. Shun to be pranked, in peacocks plumes, for gaze which only are. Hate, hate, the dice, even as the devil, of wanton Dames beware: I was enticed by lawless men, on thievish spoils to feed. And nuzzled once in wicked deeds, I feared not to offend, From had, to worse, and worst I fell, I would at leisure mend. But o presuming over much, still to escape in hope, My faults were found, and I judged, to totter in a rope: To which I go with these my mates, likewise for breach of laws. For murder some, for thievery some, and some for little cause. Bewared are friend of quarreling, thirst spoil of no man's breaths Blood, ar blood, I shedding blood, untimely catch: y death. Maids & women, shun pride, & sloth, the roots of every vice, My death ere long, will show their ends, God grant it make you wise. How now Giptian? All a mort knave, for want of company? Be crusty man, the Hangman strait, will read Fortunes with thee. With this thy scoffing speech, good friend offend him not, His faults are scourged, thine escape (perhaps) that do deserve his lot?
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With ryght good wyll, for ſuch my ſicknes is. As I ſhall dye, if her good will I mys. THe wynd is yl, blowes no mans gaine, for cold I néede not care, Here is nyne and twenty ſutes of apparell for my ſhare: And ſome berlady very good, for ſo ſtandeth the caſe, As neyther gentelman, nor other Lord, Promos ſheweth Grace. But I maruell much poore ſlaues, that they are hanged ſo ſoone, They were wont, to ſtaye a day or two, now ſcarce an after noone: All the better for the hangman, I pardons dreaded ſore, Would cutters ſaue, whoſe clothes are good, I neuer feard the poore: Let mée ſee, I muſt be dapper in this my facultie, Heare are new ropes, how are my knots, I ſaith fyr ſlippery. At faſt or looſe, with my Giptian, I meane to haue a caſt: Tenne to one I read his fortune by the Marymas faſt, A way, what a ſtur is this, to ſée men goe to hanging? Hark▪ god bwy ye, I muſt begone, the priſners are a cōming. WIth harte and voyce to thee O Lorde, At latter gaſpe, for grace we crie: Vnto our ſutes, good God accorde, VVhich thus appeale, to thy mercie. Forſake vs not, in this diſtreſſe, Which vnto thee, our ſinnes confeſſe: Forſake vs not, in this diſtreſſe, VVhich vnto thee, our ſinnes confeſſe. Al ſorts of men beware by vs, whom preſēt death aſſaults, Looke in your conſcience what you find, & ſorow for your faults: Example take by our freſh harmes, ſee here the fruites of pride, I for my part deſerued death, long ere my theft was ſpide. O careles youth, lead, lead awrie, with euerie pleaſing toy, Note well my words, they are of woorth, ye cauſe though my annoy. Shun to be pranckt, in peacocks plumes, for gaze which only are. Hate, hate, the dyce, euen as the diuell, of wanton Dames beware: I was intiſt by lawles men, on theeuiſh ſpoyles to feede. And nuſled once in wicked deedes, I feard not to offende, From had, to worſe, and worſt I fell, I would at leyſure mende. But oh preſuming ouer much, ſtyll to eſcape in hope, My faultes were found, and I adiudgde, to totter in a rope: To which I go with theſe my mates, likewiſe for breach of lawes. For murder ſome, for theeuerie ſome, and ſome for litle cauſe. ¶ Bewared are frende of quarelling, thirſt ſpoile of no mās breaths Blood, areth blood, I ſheeding blood, vntimelie catch: y death. Maides & women, ſhun pride, & ſloth, the rootes of euery vice, My death ere lōg, wil ſhew their ends, God graūt it make you wiſe. How now Giptian? All a mort knaue, for want of company? Be cruſtie man, ye Hangman ſtraight, wil reade Fortunes with thée. With this thy ſcoffing ſpeach, good friend offend him not, His faults are ſcorged, thine ſcape (perhaps) that do deſerue his lot?