The Pardoner and the Friar, the Curate, and Neighbor Pratte · chunk 9 of 10
Heywood, John · published 1533 · first performed or written 1519 [1513-1521] (Annals) not in BritDrama T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.77 · 530 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
By god a little thing might make me to do it And I shrew thy heart and thou spare By god I will not miss the moche thou slouche And if thou play me such another touch Is knock the on the costard/ I would thou it knew Marry that would I se quod blind hue Well I will begin/ and than let me see whether thou darest again interrupt me And what thou would once to it say Begin & prove whether I will ye or nay And to go forth where as I left right now Because some percase will think amiss of me Our lord in the gospel showeth the way how Ye shall now here/ the pope's authority By gogs soul knave/ I suffer the no longer I say some good body/ lend me his hengar And I shall him teach by god almight How he shall another time learn for to fight I shall make that bald crown of his to look red I shall leave him but one ere/ on his heed But I shall leave the never an ere or I go The whoreson frere/ wilt thou so Than the fight. Lose thy hands/ away from mine ears Than take thou thy hands away from my heres Nay abide thou whoreson I am not down yet I trust first to lie the at my feet Ye whoreson/ wilt thou scrat and bite Ye marry will I/ as long as thou dost smite The curate. Hold your hands/ a vengeance on ye both two That ever ye came hither/ to make this a do To pollute my church/ a mischief on you light I swear to you by god all might Ye shall both repent/ every vain of your heart As sore as ye did/ ever thing or ye depart Master parson/ I marvel ye will give licence To this false knave/ in this audience To publish his ragman rolls with lies I desired him iwis/ more than ones or twice To hold his peas/ till that I had done But he would hear no more than the man in the moan Why should I suffer thee/ more than thou me Master parson gave me licence before the And I would thou knewest it/ I have relics here Other manner stuff/ than thou dost bear I will edify more/ with the sight of it Than will all the prating of holy writ For that except that the preacher/ himself live well His predication will help never a dell And I know well/ that thy living is nought Thou art an apostata/ if it were well sought An homicide thou art I know well enough For myself knew where thou slough A wench with thy dagger in a couch And yet as thou sayst in thy sermon that no man shall touch No more of this wrangling in my chiyrch I shrew your hearts both/ for this lurch Is there any blood shed here between these knaves Thanked be god/ they had no staffs Nor egoteles/ for than it had been wrong Well ye shall sing another song neighbour prat/ come hither I you pray
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
By god a lytell thynge might make me to do it ¶And I ſhrew thy herte and thou ſpare By god I wyll nat myſſe the moche thou ſlouche And yf thou playe me ſuche another touche Iſh knocke the on the coſtarde / I wolde thou it knewe ¶Mary that wolde I ſe quod blynde hew Well I wyll begyn / and than let me ſe whether thou dareſt agayne interrupte me And what thou wolde ones to it ſay ¶Begyn & proue whether I wyll ye or nay And to go forthe where as I lefte right now ¶Becauſe ſom percaſe wyll thynke amyſſe of me Our lorde in the goſpell ſheweth the way how ¶Ye ſhall now here / the popys auctoryte ¶By gogges ſoule knaue / I ſuffre the no lenger I ſay ſome good body / lende me his hengar And I ſhall hym teche by god almyght How he ſhall a nother tyme lerne for to fyght I ſhall make that balde crown of his to loke rede I ſhall leue hym but one ere / on his hede But I ſhall leue the neuer an ere or I go ¶Ye horeſon frere / wylt thou ſo ¶Than the fyght. ¶Loſe thy handes / away from myn earys Than take thou thy handes away from my heres Nay abyde thou horſon I am not downe yet I truſt fyrſt to lye the at my fete Ye horeſon / wylt thou ſcrat and byte Ye mary wyll I / as longe as thou doſte ſmyte ¶The curate. ¶Holde your handes / a vengeaunce on ye bothe two That euer ye came hyther / to make this a do To polute my chyrche / a myſchyefe on you lyght I ſwere to you by god all myght Ye ſhall bothe repente / euery vayne of your harte As ſore as ye dyd / euer thynge or ye departe ¶Mayſter parſon / I maruayll ye wyll gyue lycence To this falſe knaue / in this audience To publyſh his ragman rolles with lyes I deſyred hym ywys / more than ones or twyſe To holde his peas / tyll that I had done ut he wolde here no more than the man in the mone ¶Why ſholde I ſuffre the / more than thou me Mayſter parſon gaue me lycence before the And I wolde thou knewyſt it / I haue relykes here Other maner ſtuffe / than thou doſt bere I wyll edefy more / with the ſyght of it Than wyll all the pratynge of holy wryt For that except that the precher / hym ſelfe lyue well His predycacyon wyll helpe neuer a dell And I know well / that thy lyuynge is nought Thou art an apoſtata / yf it were well ſought An homycyde thou art I know well inoughe For my ſelfe knew where thou ſloughe A wenche with thy dagger in a couche And yet as thou ſaiſt in thy ſermō yt no mā ſhall touch No more of this wranglyng in my chiyrch I ſhrewe your hartys bothe / for this lrche Is there any blood ſhed here betwen theſe knaues Thanked be god / they had no ſtauys Nor egoteles / for than it had ben wronge Well ye ſhall ſynge another ſonge Neybour prat / com hether I you pray