The Most Virtuous and Godly Susanna · chunk 26 of 29
Garter, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1569 [1563-1569] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Why fool knowest thou not yet, that nature will teach, Thee when thou goest to hanging how thou shouldst preach. Hanging quoth 'a, marry I trust or I die, To see thy good face hang full high. I promise you I fear me much that Ill Report is fled, If not I have commission, to hang all but his head. Who, who, Devil who, How doth the world go, Must Ill Report die: No no, I trow, The world goes not so, Than all were awry. For neither of Prince nor King, Nor of any other thing, But my tongue shall walk, The proudest of them all, Shall not give me such a fall, Or shall let me to talk. Except I be deceived much, that same is Ill Report, That stands in yonder scarlet gown, and prates in such a sort, Come near and we will see in deed, whether it be he or no, For if it be, I tell thee true, he shall no further go. For why the judge hath given in charge, where so we could him spy, We should for his demerits sake, hang him by and by. It is he in deed I think, I will ask him the question. Sir what is your name. A judge Knave thou seest, I am the very same. I am had in great price, both in City and in town, I am a Magistrate, dost not see by my gown. By my troth I think more gravity consists in your come, Then abides in your heart, or goes thorough your throat, You may be honest and sober, but your countenance doth give, That you will grow worse and worse, so long as you do live. gog's wounds knave, & vild knave to, dost thou speak blasphemy I am as honest a man, as is in all this country. And for the antiquity of the house I was borne in, Was a famous house before thou was heard of, or any of thy kin. And thou dost not well to use me in this sort. Why sir is not your name Ill Report. My name is master Ill Report in deed, Hearst thou True Report, this is the man we look for, Marry then is it he that I come for. My good fellow, why what is thy name, True Report, I am the very same. gog's wounds, cousin Hugh Report, how the Devil met we here, I think thou sawest not William Report this seven year, methought by thy speech, we should be acquainted, Though prolixity of time thy Visage had tainted. Oh Cousin Hugh why good cousin Hugh take it in good part, That I fawn thus on thee, for I love thee with all my heart. Thou art a false wretch, and not my cousin I swear, He would have Ill and true to be cousins, is not this good gear,
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¶Why foole knowest thou not yet, that nature will teach, Thee when thou goest to hanging how thou shouldste preach. ¶Hanging quoth a, mary I trust or I dye, To see thy good face hang full hye. ¶I promise you I feare me much that Ill Reporte is fled, If not I haue commissyon, to hang all but his head. ¶Who, who, Diuell who, How doth the world go, Must Ill Reporte dye: No no, I trow, The world goes not so, Then all were awry. For neyther of Prince nor King, Nor of any other thing, But my tongue shall walke, The prowdest of them all, Shall not giue me such a fall, Or shall let me to talke. ¶Except I be deceaued much, that same is Ill Reporte, That standes in yonder scarlet gowne, and prates in such a sorte, Come nea and we will sée in déede, whether it be he or no, For if it be, I ll thee true, he shall no further go. For why the Iudge hath giuen in charge, where so we could him spye, We should for his demerites sake, hang him by and by. ¶It is he in déede I thinke, I will aske him the questyon. ¶Syr what is your name. ¶A Iudge Knaue thou seest, I am the very same. I am had in great pryce, both in Cittie and in towne, I am a Magistrate, doest not sée by my gowne. ¶By my troth I thinke more grauitie consistes in your coe, Then abydes in your hart, or goes thorow your throate, You may be honest and sober, but your countenaunce doth giue, That you will grow worse and worse, so long as you do liue. ¶Gogs wounds knaue, & vyld knaue to, doest thou speake blasphemy I am as honest a man, as is in all this countrey. And for the antiquitie of the house I was borne in, Was a famous house before thou was heard of, or any of thy kin. And thou doest not well to vse me in this sorte. ¶Why syr is not your name Ill Reporte. ¶My name is mayster Ill Reporte in déede, ¶Hearst thou True Report, this is the man we loke for, ¶Mary then is it he that I come for. ¶My good fellow, why what is thy name, ¶True Reporte, I am the very same. ¶Gogs wounds, Cosin Hugh Reporte, how the Deuill met we here, I thinke thou sawest not Willyam Reporte this seuen yeare, Me thought by thy spéeche, we should be acquaynted, Though prolixitie of tyme thy Uisage had taynted. Oh Cosyn Hugh why good Cosin Hugh take it in good part, That I fawne thus on thée, for I loue thée with all my hart. ¶Thou arte a false wretch, and not my Cosin I sweare, He would haue Ill and true to be Cosyns, is not this good geare,