Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Let us leave now master Ill Report, Why Knave dost thou check me in such a sort. No sir, but we have weighty masters to discus, And for your wisdom's sake we account you chief of us, And because it concerneth women's kind, I know you as good as any man may find. In women's gear I am alone, it is my whole delight, And I will help you in that case, be it wrong or right, Well then I will be short unto thee man, We burn both with lust to Susan. And Venus with Bacchus for wine, and Ceres for Corn, Is always cold, and thou burnest after a horn. Why sir, why say you so, Thine own words in such sort go. Didst not thou say to me even now man, That thou waste in love, and could not get thy shoes on. No sir, no, I speak of Susanna. Who sir, the country hath no pear a, And is not a neats feather I pray thee a, Better to pull on thy shoes a, Then to pull them on with thy fingers end a. We talk of Joachim's wife, whose name in Latin is Susan Oh oh, Est nomen Mulieris, And you would have, tactus ipsius ventris. You love well Salmon of the meses, For a woman's belly your diet doth please, But if you mean to have my help, to fortify your fort, All that I can do is, to give her an ill Report▪ By which means if you prove, and cannot speed, That she desires you, the people's cares I will feed, Whereby, and by your demure countenance, You shall by love or fear, obtain your desired dalliance. Oh excellent wit, and friendship irrecompensible, We will requite you with the like, if ever we be able. By my troth you say very well, for so do the common sort, in recompense of a good turn, give an ill report. Well get you packing to dinner, and when you find her alone, Speed your purpose if you may, and let me alone. For I will cloak your doings, and hers shall be the blame, You shall do the fault, and she shall have the shame, Well once again adieu. And to be short as much again to you. Must not a common wealth, Be needs in good health, That have such Rulers, They are sick of the sweat, And to avoid their heat, They must have coolers, They must needs speed well, That know I come from hell, And seek mine advice, Well do them not blame, For to open shame, I will them entice. And so at the last, I shall bring to pass My Fathers desire, For Susan or the judge, To please his old grudge, Shall burn in his fire, What cease Knave cease, Hold thy tongue and be peace, What is he comes here, It is Ioachim alas, I will be gone by the Mass, It is he that I fear.
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¶Let vs leaue now mayster Ill Reporte, ¶Why Knaue doste thou check me in such a sorte. ¶No syr, but we haue waighty masters to discus, And for your wysedomes sake we account you cheefe of vs, And because it concerneh womens kynde, I know you as good as any man may fynde. ¶In womens geare I am alone, it is my whole delight, And I will helpe you in that case, be it wrong or right, ¶Well then I will be shorte vnto thée man, We burne both with lust to Susan. ¶And Ueus with Bacchus for wyne, and Ceres for Corne, Is alwayes colde, and thou burnest after a horne. ¶Why syr, why say you so, ¶Thyne owne wordes in such sort go. Didst not thou say to me euen now man, That thou waste in loue, and could not get thy shoes on. ¶No syr, no, I speake of Susanna. ¶Who syr, the countrey hath no peare a, And is not a Neates feather I pray thée a, Better to pull on thy shoes a, Then to pull them on with thy fyngers end a. ¶We talke of Ioachims wyfe, whose name in Latten is Susan ¶Oh oh, Est nomen Mulieris, And you would haue, tactus ipsius ventris. You loue well Salmon of the meses, For a womans belly your dyet doth please, But if you meane to haue my helpe, to fortefy your forte, All that I can doe is, to giue her an ill Reporte▪ By which meanes if you proue, and cannot speede, That she desyres you, the peoples cares I will eede, Whereby, and by your demure countenaunc, You shall by loue or feare, obtayne your desyred dlyaunce. ¶Oh excellent wit, and friendship irrecompensble, We will requyte you with the lyke, i euer we be able. ¶By my troth you say very well, for so do the common sorte, in recompence of a good turne, giue an ill reporte. Well gt you packing to dinner, and when you fynde her alone, Spéede your purpose if you may, and let me alone. For I will cloke your doinges, and hers shall be the blame, You shall doe the fault, and she shall haue the shame, Well once agayne adue. ¶And to be short as much agayne to you. ¶Must not a common welth, Be néedes in good health, That haue such Rulers, They are syck of the sweat, And to auoyde their heat, They must haue coolers, They must néedes spéede well, That know I come from hell, And seeke myne aduyce, Well doe them not blame, For to open shame, I will them intyce. And so at the last, I shall bring to passe My Fathers desyre, For Susan or the Iudge, To please his olde grudge, Shall burne in his fyre, What seace Knaue seace, Holde thy tongue and be peace, What is he comes here, It is Ioachim alas, I will be gone by the Masse, It is he that I feare.