Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1528 [1519-1528] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
In corner together a couple of mills Standing in a mars between two hills Nat of wherytaunce but by my wife She is feofed in the tail for term of her life The one for wind the other for water And of them both I thank god there standeth neither For in a good hour be it spoken The water gate is no sooner open But clap sathe the wyndemyll even straight behind There is good sped, the devil and all they grind But whether that the hopper be dusty Or that the millstones be somewhat rusty By the mass the meal is mischievous musty And if ye think my tale be not trusty I make ye true prompse come when ye list We shall find mean ye shall taste of the gryste The corn at receipt happily is not good There can be no sweeter by the sweet rood Another thing yet which shall not be cloaked My water mill many times is choked. So will she be thought ye should burst your bones Except ye be perfit in setting of stones Fere not the lydger beware your conner Yet this for the lydger or ye have won her Perchance your lydger doth lack good pecking So saith my wife and that maketh all our checking She would have the mill pecked, pecked pecked every day But by god millers must peck when they may So oft have we pecked that our stones wax right thin And all our other gear not worth a pin For with pecking and pecking I have so wrought That I have peck a good pecking iron to nought How be it if I stick no better till her My wife saith she will have a new miller But let it pass and now to our matter I say my mills lack neither wind nor water No more do yours as far as need doth require But sins ye can not agree I will desire Iupyter to set you both in such rest As to your wealth and his honour may stand best. I pray you heartily remember me. Let not me be for gotten I besecheye If I remember you not both a like I would ye were over the ears in the dyke Now be we rid of two knaves at one chance By saint Thomas it is a knavish ryddaunce. Now good god what a folly is this What should I do were so much people is I know not how to pass into the god now. No but ye know how he may pass into you. I pray you let me in at the back side. Ye shall I so, and your forsyde so wide Nay not yet but sins ye love to be alone We twain will into a corner anon But first I pray you come your way hither And let us twain chat a while together. Sir as to you I have little matter. My coming is to speak with Iupyter.
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In corner togyther a couple of mylles Standynge in a marres betwene two hylles Nat of wherytaunce but by my wyfe She is feofed in the tayle for terme of her lyfe The one for wynde the other for water And of them bothe I thanke god there ſtandeth nother For in a good houre be it ſpoken The water gate is no ſoner open But clap ſathe the wyndemyll euyn ſtreight behynde There is good ſpedde, the deuyll and all they grynde But whether that the hopper be duſty Or that the mylſtones be ſomwhat ruſty By the mas the meale is myſcheuous muſty And yf ye thynke my tale be nat truſty I make ye true prompſe come when ye lyſte We ſhall fynde meane ye ſhall taſte of the gryſte ¶The corne at receyt happely is nat good ¶There can be no ſweter by the ſwete rood Another thynge yet whiche ſhall nat be cloked My water myll many tymes is choked. ☜So wyll ſhe be thought ye ſhulde bruſte your bones Excepte ye be perfyte in ſettynge of ſtones Fere nat the lydger beware your conner Yet this for the lydger or ye haue wonne her Perchaunce your lydger dothe lacke good peckynge ¶So ſayth my wyfe and that maketh all our checkynge She wolde haue the myll peckt, peckt peckt euery daye But by god myllers muſt pecke when they maye So ofte haue we peckt that our ſtones wax ryght thynne And all our other gere nat worth a pynne For with peckynge and peckynge I haue ſo wrought That I haue pecke a good peckynge yron to nought Howe be it yf I ſtycke no better tyll her My wyfe ſaythe ſhe wyll haue a newe myller But let it paſſe and nowe to our mater I ſaye my mylles lacke nother wynde nor water No more do yours as farre as nede dothe requyre But ſyns ye can nat agree I wyll deſyre Iupyter to ſet you bothe in ſuche reſte As to your welthe and his honour maye ſtande beſte. ¶I pray you hartely remember me. ❧Let nat me be for gotten I beſecheye ¶If I remember you nat bothe a lyke I wolde ye were ouer the eares in the dyke Nowe be we ryd of two knaues at one chaunce By ſaynte Thomas it is a knauiſh ryddaunce. ❧Nowe good god what a foly is this What ſhulde I do were ſo muche people is I knowe not howe to paſſe into the god nowe. ¶No but ye knowe howe he maye paſſe into you. ¶I praye you let me in at the backe ſyde. ¶Ye ſhall I ſo, and your forſyde ſo wyde Naye nat yet but ſyns ye loue to be alone We twayne wyll into a corner anone But fyrſt I praye you come your waye hyther And let vs twayne chat a whyle togyther. ☜Syr as to you I haue lyttell mater. My commynge is to ſpeke with Iupyter.