The Most Virtuous and Godly Susanna · chunk 28 of 29
Garter, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1569 [1563-1569] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Nay then let me come and help, For though my tongue be ill and I cannot use talking, Yet I love to be where fists are walking. Why Knave wilt thou choke me? No not yet sir, but I will by and by. Yet for pity sake, let me first say my Pater noster. Content I faith, we will bear with him till than. Now by my Father's soul thou art an honest man, And since thou dost so gently that time to me give, I will not say my Pater noster, while I have a day to live, And if you shall at any time hear that I so do, Then hang me hardly and draw me to. Fie on him Knave, away with the villain, See the Knave himself can now call me William. I faith Cousin True, I shall but prepare your way, yourself will be hanged to another day. How long have I with toiling pain, sought Susan's blood to get, What engines, snares, and other crafts, about that have I set, And yet that God still doth me wrong, he doth my force withstand, And them that I do seek to get, he keeps them in his hand. He suffers some to lean to me, as they would come alone, And when I think with them to meet, by him my prey is gone, Oh God wilt thou not yet thy spite leave of, wilt thou yet still, Seem for to offer as thou dost, and yet deny my will. Well Ill Report thou villain boy, thy bones I mean to gnaw, Because of that I gave thee charge, I am no whit in awe. Why stand I hear and suffer him, all this while to take rest, His soul, his bones, his flesh and all, by me shall be possessed. And what there is in Hell to harm, or punish him withal, Or what I may devise anew, his flesh shall feel it all. Oh Boy, oh Knave, oh foolish Sot, shouldst thou be put in trust, And haste not wit to bring to pass, that thing I after lust. Well, well thou villain Boy and wretch, I joy thyself art come, And what I would have done to her, thou shalt have all and some. From hence therefore even presently, my journey I will take, And high me fast for time it is, to mine infernal lake. When stormy clouds doth show their force, & boisterous winds work care Then each man sayth when these are past, the wether will be fair. And semblably my Lord my God, amidst my heavy cheer, I hopte at length, as now it doth, my quiet would appear, I have to thank thy majesty for every kind of gift, But chiefly for mine honest wife, my heart to thee I lift. How didst thou Lord against her foes her simpleness defend, How didst thou clean deliver her, even at her latter end. I thank thee Lord yet once again, thou hast deserved so, That from thy praise my heart nor lips shall hence forth never go.
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¶Nay then let me come and helpe, For though my tongue be ill and I cannot vse talking, Yet I loue to be where fystes are walking. ¶Why Knaue wilt thou choke me? ¶No not yet syr, but I will by and by. ¶Yet for pittie sake, let me fyrst say my Pater noster. ¶Content I fayth, we will beare with him till than. ¶Now by my Fathers soule thou art an hnest man, And since thou doest so gently that tyme to me giue, I will not say my Pater noster, whyle I haue a day to liue, And if you shall at any tyme heare that I so do, Then hang me hardely and draw me to. ¶Fye on him Knaue, away with the villayne, ¶Sée the Knaue himselfe can now call me Willyam. I fayth Cosyn True, I shall but prepare your way, Your selfe will be hanged to another day. ¶How long haue I with toyling payne, sought Susans blood to get, What engines, snares, and other craftes, about that haue I set, And yet that God still doth me wrong, he doth my force withstande, And them that I doe seeke to get, he keepes them in his hande. He suffers some to leane to me, as they would come alone, And when I thinke with them to méete, by him my pray is gone, Oh God wilt thou not yet thy spight leaue of, wilt thou yet still, Seeme for to offer as thou doest, and yet denye my will. Well Ill Reporte thou villayne boy, thy bones I meane to gnaw, Because of that I gaue thée charge, I am no whit in aw. Why stand I heare and suffer him, all this whyle to take rest, His soule, his bones, his flesh and all, by me shall be possest. And what there is in Hell to harme, or punish him withall, Or what I may deuyse anew, his flesh shall séele it all. Oh Boy, oh Knaue, oh foolish Sot, shouldst thou be put in trust, And haste not wit to bring to passe, that thing I after lust. Well, well thou villayne Boy and wretch, I ioy thy selfe art come, And what I would haue done to her, thou shalt haue all and some. From hence therefore euen presently, my iorney I will take, And hye me fast for tyme it is, to myne infernall lake. ¶Whē stormy clouds doth show their force, & boisterous winds work care Then ech man sayth when these are past, ye wether wil be faire. And semblably my Lord my God, amidst my heauy cheare, I hopte at length, as now it doth, my quiet would appeare, I haue to thanke thy maiesty for euery kinde of gifte, But chéefely for myne honest wyfe, my harte to thée I lifte. How didst thou Lorde agaynst her foes her simplenesse defende, How didst thou cleane deliuer her, euen at her latter ende. I thanke thée Lord yet once agayne, thou haste deserued so, That from thy prayse my hart nor lippes shall hence forth neuer go.