Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1528 [1519-1528] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 525 words
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Now sirs take heed for here cometh god's servant Avaunt cartely keytyfs avaunt Why ye drunken horesons will it not be By your feaythe have ye neither cap nor knee Nat one of you that will make courtesy To me that am squire for god's body Regard ye nothing mine authority No welcome home nor where have ye be How be it if ye axed I could not well tell But sure I think a thousand mile from hell And on my faith I think on my conscience I have been from heaven as far as heaven is hens At Lovyn, at London, and in Lombary At Baloocke, at Barforde, and in Barbary At Canturbery, at coventry, at Colchester At Wansworth, and at Welbecke, at Westchester At Fullam, at Faleborne, and at Fenlowe At wallyngeforth, at wakefelde, and at waltanstowe At Tawcon, at Typtre, and at Totnam At Glouceter, at Gylforde, and at Gotham At Hartford, at Harwyche, at Harcowe on the hill At Sutbere, at Suthampton, at shooters hill At Wallyngham, at wittam, and at werwycke At Boston, at Brystowe, and at Berwycke At Gravelyn, at Grauesende, and at Glastenbery Ynge Gyngyange Iabyerde the parish of Butlbery The devil himself without more leisure Could not have gone half thus much I am sure But now I have warned them let them even chose For in faith I care not who win or lose. Now by my troth this was a goodly hearing I wont it had been the gentlewomen's blowing But it is not so as I now suppose For women's horns sounds more in a man's nose. Stand ye merry my friends every one. Say that to me and let the rest alone Syrye he welcome and all your meinie. Now in good sooth my friend god a mercy And sins that I meet the here thus by chance I shall require the of further acquaintance And privily to show the this is the matter I come to sew to the great god Iupiter For help of things concerning my recreation According to his late proclamation, Marry I am he that this must speed But first tell me what be ye in deed. Forsooth good friend I am a gentleman. A goodly occupation by saint Anne On my faith your mashype hath a merry life But who maketh all these horns yourself or your wife Nay even in earnest I ask you this question. Now by my truth thou art a merry one. In fatyhe or us both I think never one sad For I am not so merry but ye seem as mad But stand ye stylt and take a little pain I will come to you by and by again Now gracious god if your will so be I pray ye let me speak a word with ye, My son say on let us here thy mind. My lord there standeth a suitor even here behind A gentleman in yonder corner And as I think his name is master horner A hunter he is and cometh to make you sport He would hunt a sow or twain out of this sort.
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¶Nowe ſyrs take hede for here cometh goddes ſeruaūt Auaunte cartely keytyfs auaunt Why ye dronken horeſons wyll it nat be By your feaythe haue ye nother cap nor knee Nat one of you that wyll make curteſy To me that am ſquyre for goddes body Regarde ye nothynge myne authoritie No welcome home nor where haue ye be Howe be it yf ye axyd I coulde nat well tell But ſure I thynke a thouſande myle from hell And on my faythe I thynke on my conſcience I haue ben from heuen as farre as heuen is hens At Louyn, at London, and in Lumbardy At Baloocke, at Barforde, and in Barbary At Canturbery, at Couentre, at Colcheſter At Wanſworth, and at Welbecke, at Weſtcheſter At Fullam, at Faleborne, and at Fenlowe At wallyngeforth, at wakefelde, and at waltanſtowe At Tawcon, at Typtre, and at Totnam At Glouceter, at Gylforde, and at Gotham At Hartforde, at Harwyche, at Harcowe on the hyll At Sutbere, at Suthampton, at ſhoters hyll At Wallyngham, at wittam, and at werwycke At Boſton, at Bryſtowe, and at Berwycke At Grauelyn, at Graueſende, and at Glaſtenbery Ynge Gyngyange Iabyerde the paryſhe of Butlbery The deuyll him ſelfe without more leaſure Coulde nat haue gone halfe thus muche I am ſure But nowe I hane warned them let them euen choſe For in faythe I care nat who wynne or loſe. ☞Nowe by my trouth this was a goodly herynge I wonte it had ben the gentylwomens blowynge But it is nat ſo as I nowe ſuppoſe For womens hornes ſoundes more in a mannes noſe. ¶Stande ye mery my frendes euerychone. ❀Say that to me and let the reſte alone Syrye he welcome and all your meyny. ¶Nowe in good ſothe my frende god a mercy And ſyns that I mete the here thus by chaunce I ſhall requyre the of further acqueyntaunce And preuely to ſhewe the thys is the mater I come to ſewe to the great god Iupiter For helpe of thynges concernynge my recreacyon Accordynge to his late proclamacyon, ☞Mary I am he that this muſt ſpede But fyrſte tell me what be ye in dede. ¶Forſothe good frende I am a gentylman. ¶A goodly occupacyon by ſaynte Anne On my fathe your maſhype hath a mery lyfe But who maketh all theſe hornes your ſelfe or your wyfe Nay euen in erneſte I aſke you this queſtion. ¶Nowe by my truth thou arte a mery one. ☞In fatyhe or vs bothe I thynke neuer one ſad For I am nat ſo mery but ye ſeme as mad But ſtande ye ſtylt and take a lytell payne I wyll come to you by and by agayne Nowe gracious god yf your wyll ſo be I praye ye let me ſpeke a worde with ye, ¶My ſonne ſay on let vs here thy mynde. ¶My lorde there ſtandethe a ſuter euen here behynde A gentylman in yonder corner And as I thynke his name is mayſter horner A hunter he is and cometh to make you ſporte He wolde hunte a ſow or twayne out of this ſorte.