The Most Virtuous and Godly Susanna · chunk 10 of 29
Garter, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1569 [1563-1569] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Why friend know you not me? Why man I know not myself. No, art not thou a Physician? No by my troth Sirs in no condition, No, I trow we two gave thee ten pound, Marry sir and I am glad that such guests I have found, For the law sayth plainly thus, look what a man doth give, Is irrecompensible sure, so long as God doth live. But you shall have your come again so soon as God is dead, Or else take all my Lands and goods, and also take this head, Till then my masters record bear, what you do hear and see, These gentlemen do both confess, that they did give it me. Why friend shall we lose our Money? Why fool though I know not Physic I know a conny. Master voluptas for the Money force not, he is a good fellow, And will otherwise deserve it, I do right well know, I will say no more of it, but do remit the same, But I pray thee tell me what is thy name? Marry Sir a woman. What act thou a man, and hast a woman's name? Why sir are you a woman, and have a man to your Dame. Nay I pray thee jest not but tell me thy name. In faith sir she can do you no pleasure, for she goeth with crutches. goeth upon crutches I pray thee tell, Marry my Dame sir her Arse is not well. For she had a vengeance boat pain between her legs, And her Surgeon hath maimed her with driving in pegs. Thou art a merry fellow, I ask thee thy name? ¶B my Fathers soule syr I know not the same, But yet I will talk like a master of art, Though my chief erudition hath been at the Cart, Twert I●fa●de Redding any Portsmouth, You shall find my name I tell you forsooth. If thou wert gentle, thou wouldst not send me so far, But friendly declare and show what you are. Why whether I be friendly or no, in faith thou art foolish, And mad to I think, that understandest not English, Take the first Syllable of these Towns three, And what my name is thou shalt plainly see. I will rid the strife, and tell in plainer sort, His name as I told you, is Ill Report, What plain Ill Report, no master at all, in faith for all your bloody gown, I will ray you on the scall. Why gentle Master Ill Report it is a friendly part, With plain words to salute a friend, proceeding from the heart, And I dare speak in your behalf, although you seem to swear, That friendly you do take his words, as we do friendship bear. Give me thy hand my friend, I swear by my Dad and Lord, Thou art arse honest a man, as is in the vn●arshole world. Thou lovest me, and thou lovest me, and I love thee, and I love thee, And is not Ill Report Voluptuousness, and Sensuality, A glorious and blessed trinity, a pestilence on you both,
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¶Why friend know you not me? ¶Why man I know not my selfe. ¶No, art not thou a Phisition? ¶No by my troth Syrs in no condicion, ¶No, I trow we two gaue thee ten pounde, ¶Mary syr and I am glad that such guses I haue found, For the law sayth playnly thus, looke what a man doth giue, Is irrecompensible sure, so long as God doth liue. But you shall haue your come agayne so soone as God is dead, Or else take all my Landes and goods, and also take this head, Till then my maysters recorde beare, what you doe heare and sée, These gentlemen doe both confesse, that they did giue it me. ¶Why friend shall we lose our Money? ¶Why foole though I know not Phisick I know a connye. ¶Mayster Uoluptas for the Money force not, he is a good fellow, And will otherwyse deserue it, I doe right well know, ¶I will say no more of it, but doe remitte the same, But I pray thee tell me what is thy name? ¶Mary Syr a woman. ¶What act thou a man, and haste a womans name? ¶Why syr are you a woman, and haue a man to your Dame. ¶Nay I pray thee iest not but tell me thy name. ¶In fayth syr she can doe you no pleasure, for she goeth with crooches. ¶ goth vpon crooches I pray thee tell, ¶Mary my Dame syr her Ase is not well. For she had a vengeaunce bote payne betwéene her legges, And her Surgeon hath magmed her with driuing in pegges. ¶Thou art a merry fellow, I aske thée thy name? ¶B my Fathers soule syr I know not the same, But yet I will talke lyke a mayster of arte, Though my cheefe erudition hath bene at the Carte, Twert Ifade Redding any Portsmouth, You shall fynde my name I tell you forsooth. ¶If thou werte gentle, thou wouldst not sende me so farre, But fiendly declare and show what you are. ¶Why whether I be friendly or no, in fayth thou arte foolish, And mad to I thinke, that vnderstandest not English, Take the fyrst Syllable of these Townes thrée, Ad what my name is thou shalt playnely see. ¶I will rid the stryfe, and tell in playner sorte, His name as I tolde you, is Ill Reporte, ¶What playne Ill Report, no mayster at all, in fayth for all your bloody gowne, I will ray you on the scall. ¶Why gentle Mayster Ill Reporte it is a friendly parte, With playne wordes to salute a friend, proceeding from the harte, And I dare speake in your behalfe, although you seeme to sweare, That friendly you do take his wordes, as we doe friendship beare. ¶Geue me thy hande my friend, I sweare by my Dad and Lorde, Thou art arse honest a man, as is in the vnarshole worlde. Thou luest me, and thou louest me, and I loue thée, and I loue thée, And is not Ill Reporte Voluptuousnesse, and Sensualitie, A glorious and blessed trinitie, a pestelence on you both,