Rastell, John · published 1525 · first performed or written 1527 [c.1527-1530] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Straw for an halfpenny therein is no waist Tarry with us a while phapps thou mast By our acquaintance now here get more Than thou getest with thy cart this monyth before Straw for thy council turd a fart Trowist I will give up my plough or cart And follow thy foolish appityte and mind Nay I am not yet so mad nor so blind For when I am at my cart of plough I am more merrier than other of you I would not change my life nor my lyffing For to be made a great lord or a king There is no joy nor pleasure in this world here But hill belly fill and make good cheer Be if prince lord gentleman or knave Hit is all the joy that here be can have But these covetous and ambitious wretches They set there minds in honour and riches So much that they be never content So they life ever in pain and torment But a man that can this means find To have food and cloth and a merry mind And to desire no more than is needful That is in this world the life most joyful Which life in this world no man shall acquire Till he subdue his insatiate desire I see well thou has a cursed apish wit Then if thou wilt departed I pray the yet Come again when thy bisines is do For what intent now should I do so For we will in hour old argument proceed Who should be called a gentleman in deed And we would be glade to here thy reason I will come again upon a condition That ye will wait upon me both twain And be not out of the way when I come again We will not be far hens P. then I will not fail Then I pray the let not the pmise quail Lo here is my finger now trust me well I will come again if I have my hele For by god I promise you one thing I am as true of my word as the King But if I find you not here then by my trough I shall call you oppenly false knaves both Thou shalt find us true in every thing I think so/ except lying and stealing Then far well for a season a dew Then far ye well both I dare say as true As some that be tied in newgate well now he is gone god speed well his gate But what shall we do now the mean season Let us take now some recreation And come again here and keep our pointment Now thereto I am right well content And in the meayn wile good lord of thy grace Preserve all the people here in this place
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¶Straw for an halpeny therin is no wast Tary with vs a while phapps thou mast By our acquayntaunce now here get more Than thou gatist with thy cart this monyth before ¶Straw for thi councell torde a fart Trowist I wyll gyf up my plow or cart And folow thy folish appityte and mynde Nay I am not yet so mad nor so blynd For when I am at my cart of plow I am more meryer than other of you I wold not chaunge my lyf nor my lyffyng For to be made a grete lorde or a kyng There is no ioy nor pleasure in this world here But hyll bely fyll and make good chere Be if prynce lorde gentilman or knaue Hit is all the ioy that here be can haue But these couetous and ambicious wretches They set there myndys in honoure and ryches So much that they be neuer content So they lyf euer in payn and torment But a man that can this meanys fynd To haue fode and cloth and a mery mynde And to desyre no more than is nedefull That is in this worlde the lyf most ioyfull Which lyfe in this worlde no man shall acquire Till he subdew his insaciat desyre ¶I see well thou has a curst apysh wit Then yf thou wylt depart I pray the yet Come agayn when thy bisines is doo ¶For what intent now shuld I do so ¶For we will in owre olde argument prosede Who shulde be callyd a gentylman in dede And we wolde be glade to here thy reason ¶I wyll come agayn uppon a condicion That ye wyll wayt uppon me both twayn And be not out of the way when I come agayn ¶We wyll not be farr hens P. then I wil not fayle ¶Then I pray the let not the pmise quaile ¶Lo here is my fynger now trust me well I will come agayn yf I haue my hele For by god I promyse you one thyng I am as trew of my worde as the Kyng But if I fynde you not here then by my trough I shall call you oppenly false knauys both ¶Thou shalt fynde us trew in euery thyng ¶I thynk so / except lyeng and stelyng Then far well for a season a dew Then fare ye well both I dare say as trew As some that be tyede in newgate well now he is gone god speed well his gate But what shall we do now the meane season Let us take now some recreacyon And come agayn here and keep our poyntment Now therto I am ryght well content And in the meayn wyle good lord of thy grace Preserue all the people here in this place