Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1528 [1519-1528] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Very well said I set by your charity As much in a manner as by your honesty I shall set you some what in ease anon Ye shall put on your cap when I am gone For I see well ye care not who win or lose So ye may find means to win your fees Sir as in that ye speak as it please ye But let me speak with the god if it may be I pray you let me pass ye. Why nay sir by the mass ye Then will I leave you even as I found ye. Go when ye will no man here hath bound ye. What the devil should skill though all the world were d●̄ sins in all our speaking we never be hard We cry our for rain the devil sped drop will cumme We water millers be nothing in regard No water have we to grind at any stint The wind is so strong the rain can not fall Which keepeth our myldams as dry as a fint We are undone we grind nothing at all The greater is the pity as thinketh me For what availeth to each man his corn Till it be ground by such men as we be There is the loss if we be forbonre For tourhing ourselves we are but drudges And very beggars save only our toll Which is right small and yet many grudges For grynden of a bushel to give a quart bull Yet were not reparations we might do weal Our mylstons, our wheel, with her kogges, & our tryndyl Our floodgate, our mylpole, our water wheel Our hopper, our extre, our iron spyndell In this and much more so great is our charge That we would not reck though no water ware Save only it toucheth each man so large And each for our neighbour Chryst biddeth us care Wherefore my conscience hath pricked me hither In this to sew according to the cry For plente of rain to the god Iupyter To whose presence I will go even boldly. Sir Idoute nothing your audacity But I fear me ye lack capacity For if ye were wise ye might well espy How rudely ye err from rules of courtesy What ye come in revelling and reheyting Even as a knave might go to a bear beyting. All you bear record what favour I have Hark how familearly he calleth me knave Doubtless the gentleman is universal But mark this lesson sir you should never call Your fellow knave nor your brother whoreson For nought can ye get by it when ye have done. Thou art neither brother nor fellow to me For I am god's servant mayst thou not see Would ye presume to speak with the great god Nay discretion and you be to far odd By'r lady these knaves must be tied shorter Sir who let you in, spoke ye with the porter.
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❧Very well ſayde I ſet by your charytie As muche in a maner as by your honeſtie I ſhall ſet you ſom what in eaſe anone Ye ſhall put on your cap when I am gone For I ſe well ye care nat who wynne or leſe So ye may fynde meanes to wynne ȳour fees ¶Syr as in that ye ſpeke as it pleaſe ye But let me ſpeke with the god yf it maye be I pray you let me paſſe ye. ¶Why nay ſyr by the maſſe ye ¶Then wyll I leue you euen as I founde ye. ¶Go when ye wyll no man here hath bounde ye. ❧What ye deuyll ſhulde ſkil though al ye world were d ̄ Syns in all our ſpekynge we neuer be harde We crye our for rayne the deuyll ſped drop wyll cumme We water myllers be nothynge in regarde No water haue we to grynde at any ſtynt The wynde is ſo ſtronge the rayne can nat fall Whiche kepeth our myldams as drye as a flyn We are vndone we grynde nothynge at all The greatter is the pyte as thynketh me For what auayleth to eche man his corne Tyll it be grounde by ſuche men as we be There is the loſſe yf we be forbonre For tourhynge our ſelues we are but drudges And very beggers ſaue onely our tole Whiche is ryght ſmall and yet many grudges For grynden of a buſſhell to gyue a quarte bole Yet were nat reparacyons we myght do wele Our mylſtons, our whele, with her kogges, & our tryndyl Our floodgate, our mylpole, our water whele Our hopper, our extre, our yren ſpyndell In this and muche more ſo great is our charge That we wolde not recke though no water ware Saue onely it toucheth eche man ſo large And eche for our neyghbour Chryſt byddeth vs care Wherfore my conſcience hath prycked me hyther In this to ſewe accordynge to the cry For plente of rayne to the god Iupyter To whoſe preſence I wyll go euen boldely. ¶Syr Idoute nothynge your audacite But I fere me ye lacke capacite For yf ye were wyſe ye myght well eſpye Howe rudely ye erre frome rules of curteſye What ye come in reuelynge and reheytynge Euen as a knaue myght go to a beare beytynge. ¶All you bere recorde what fauoure I haue Herke howe familearly he calleth me knaue Doutles the gentylman is vniuerſall But marke this leſſon ſyr you ſhulde neuer call Your felowe knaue nor your brother horeſon For nought can ye get by it when ye haue don. ¶Thou arte nother brother nor felowe to me For I am goddes ſeruaunte mayſt thou nat ſe Wolde ye preſume to ſpeke with the great god Nay diſcrecyon and you be to farre od Byr lady theſe knaues muſt be tyed ſhorter Syr who let you in, ſpake ye with the porter.