The Three Lords and Three Ladies of London · chunk 9 of 41
Wilson, Robert · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1588-1590] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
You have customers enough and if they were aught, What do ye with these boys here to filch away your ware? You show all your wit, you'll ne'er have more care. Content ye good wife, we do not filch, but buy. I meant not you, young master, God's blessing on your heart You have bought indeed sir I see, for your part. Be these two young Gentlemen of your company, Buy Gentlemen, buy ballads to make your friends merry. To stand long with your burden, methinks you should be weary True Gentlemen, but you may see poor painful penury Is fain to carry three tankards for a penny. But husband I say, come not home to dinner, its Ember day, You must eat nothing till night, but fast and pray. I shall lose my draft at Conduit, and therefore I'll away. Young Gentlemen God be with ye. Wife, must I not dine today? No sir by my say. If I must not eat, I mean to drink the more. What I spare in bread, in ale I'll set on the score. How say ye my lad? And do I not speak wisely? methinks ye do, and it's pretty, that simplicity Hath gotten to his wife plain painful Penury. Yea, I thank God though she be poor and scarce cleanly, yet she is homely, careful and comely. Must the Scutcheons hang still? One within. yea, let them alone. Farewell Master simplicity. Farewell good M. boys e'en heartily, e'en heartily, heartily. And hear ye will, I thank you for your handsel truly. Pretty lads, hark ye sirs how? will, wit, wealth. What's the matter you call us back so suddenly. I forgot to ask you whither your three Lords of London be courtiers or citiners? Citizens borne and courtiers brought up: Is this all? Farewell. Citizens borne and Courtiers brought up, I think so, for they that be borne in London are half Courtiers before they see the Court, for finesse and mannerliness oh passing, my manners and misbehaviour is mended half in half since I gave over being a mealman and came to dwell in London: ye may see Time doth much, Time wears out iron horseshoes: Time tears out millstones: Time seasons a pudding well, and Time hath made me a free man, as free to bear water and sell Ballads, as the best of our copulation: I would have thought once my horse should have been free as soon as myself, and sooner too, for he would have stumbled with a sack of meal and lain along in the channel with it when he had done, and that some calls freedom, but it's but a dirty freedom, but ye may see, bad horses were but jades in those days: But soft, here comes customers: What lack ye, what is't ye lack, what lack ye? Come along and buy nothing: fine Ballads, new Ballads, what lack ye? My Lords come on, what suits have you to me?
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You haue customers inow and if they were ought, What do ye with these boies here to filtch away your ware? You show all your wit, you'il ne'er haue more care. Content ye good wife, we doo not fltch, but buy. I meant not you, yoong maister, Gods blessing on your heart You haue bought indeed sir I see, for your part. Be these two yoong Gentlemen of your companie, Buy Gentlemen, buy ballads to make your friends merrie. To stand long with your burden, me thinks you shuld be weary True Gentlemen, but you may sée poore painful penury Is faine to carry thrée Tankerds for a penie. But husband I say, come not home to dinner, its Ember day, You must eate nothing till night, but fast and pray. I shall loose my draught at Conduit, and therefore Ile away. Yoong Gentlemen God be with ye. Wife, must I not dine to day? No sir by my say. If I must not eat, I meane to drinke the more. What I spare in bread, in ale Ile set on the skore. How say ye my lade? And doo I not speake wisely? Me thinks ye doo, and it's prety, that simplicity Hath gotten to his wife plaine painfull Penury. Yea, I thanke God though she be poore and scarse cleanly, yet she is homely, careful and comely. Must the Scutchions hang still? One within. yea, let them alone. Farewel Maister simplicity. Farewel good M. boies ene hartily, ene hartily, hartily. And heare ye wil, I thanke you for your hansel truly. Prety lads, heark ye sirs how? wil, wit, wealth. What's the matter you call vs backe so sodainly. I forgot to aske you whither your thrée Lords of London be courtiers or Cittiners? Citizens borne and courtiers brought vp: Is this all? Farewell. Citizens borne and Courtiers brought vp, I thinke so, for they that be borne in London are halfe Courtiers before they see the Court, for finesse and manerlinesse oh passing, my maners and misbehauiour is mended halfe in halfe since I gaue ouer being a meal-man and came to dwll in London: ye may see Time dooth much, Time weares out yron horshooes: Time teares out milstones: Time seasons a pudding well, and Time hath made mee a frée man, as free to beare water and sell Ballades, as the best of our copulation: I would haue thought once my horse should haue bene frée as soon as my selfe, and sooner too, for he would haue stombled with a sacke of meale and lien along in the channell with it when hee had done, and that some cals fréedome, but it's but a durtie fréedome, but ye may sée, bad horses were but ades in those daies: But soft, here comes customers: What lacke ye, what is't ye lack, what lacke ye? Come along and buy nothing: fine Ballades, new Ballades, what lack ye? My Lordes come on, what suits haue you to me?