Wilson, Robert · published 1592 · first performed or written c.1581 (Annals) moral · Leicester's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 449 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Shall I tell thee Tom Beggar, by the faith of a Gentleman, this ancient freedom I would not forego, If I might have whole mines of money at my will to bestow. Then a man's mind should be troubled to keep that he had, And you know it were not for me, it would make my valiant mind mad. For now we neither pay Church money, subsidies, fifteens, scot nor lot, All the payings we par, is to pay the good ale pot. But fellow beggars you cozen me, & take away at the best meat. And leave me nothing but brown bread, or fin of fish to eat. When you be at the alehouse, you drink up the strong ale, and give me small bear: You tell me 'tis better than the strong, to make me sing clear. Indeed you know with my singing I get twice as much as ye, But and you serve me so you shall sing yourselves, and beg alone for me. We stand prating here, come let us go to the gate, Mass I am greatly afraid we are come somewhat too late, Good gentle M. Porter, your reward so bestow, On a poor lame man, that hath but a patre of legs to go. For God's sake good mas. Porter, give somewhat to the blind, that the way to the Alehouse in his sleep cannot find. For the good Lords sake take compassion on the poor. How now sirs, you are vengeance hasty, can ye not tarry But stand bawling so at my Lady's door. Here take it amongst you, yet 'twere a good alms deed to give you nothing. Because you were so hasty and kept such a calling. I beseech it not so sir, for we are very hungry, that made us so earnest, but we are sorry we troubled ye. look how greedy they be, like dogs that fall a snatching, You shall see that I shall have the greatest alms, because I said nothing Fraud knows me, therefore he'll be my friend I am sure of that: they have nothing but lean beef, ye shall see I shall have a piece that's fat. Master Fraud you have forgot me pray ye let me have my share, Faith all is gone, thou comest too late, thou seest all is given there By the faith of a Gentleman I have it not, I would I were able to give thee more. O sir, I saw your arms hang out at a stable door. Indeed my arms are at the Painters, belike he hung them out to dry I pray thee tell me what they were, if thou canst them descry.
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Shall I tell thee Tom Beggar, by the faith of a Gentleman, this auncient freedome I would not forgo, If I might haue whole mynes of money at my will to bestow. Then a mans mind should be troubled to keepe that he had, And you know it were not for me, it would make my valiant mind mad. For now we neither pay Church money, subsidies, fifteens, scot nor lot, All the payings we par, is to pay the good ale pot. But fellow beggers you coossen me, & take away at the best meat. And leaue me nothing but browne bread, or sinne of fish to eat. When you be at the alehouse, you drinke vp the strong ale, and giue me small beare: You tell me tis better than the strong, to make me sing cleare. Indeed you know with my singing I get twise as much as ye, But and you serue me so you shall sing your selues, and beg alone for me. We stand prating heere, come let vs go to the gate, Mas I am greatly afraid we are come somewhat too late, Good gentle M. Porter, your reward so bestw, On a poore lame man, that hath but a patre of legges to go. For Gods sake good mas Porter, geue somewhat to the blind, that the way to the Alehouse in his sleepe cannot find. For the good Lords sake take compassion on the poore. How now sirs, you are vengeance hastie, can ye not tarri But stand auling so at my Ladies doore. Heere take it amongst you, yet twere a good almesse deed to giue you nothing. Because you were so hastie and kept such a calling. I beseech yt not so sir, for we are verie hungrie, that made vs so earnest, but we are sorie we troubled ye. looke how greedie they be, like dogs that fall a snatching, You shall see that I shal haue the greatest almes, because I said nothing Fraud knowes me, therefore hele be my friend I am sure of that: they haue nothing but leane beefe, ye shall see I shall haue a peece thats fatte. Maister Fraud you haue forgot me pray ye let me haue my share, Faith all is gone, thou comst too late, thou seest al is giuen there By the faith of a Gentleman I haue it not, I would I were able to giue thee more. O sir, I saw your armes hang out at a stable dore. Indeed my armes are at the Painters, belike he hung them out to dry I pray thee tell me what they were, if thou canst them descrie.