Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Yet where ye will I swear by saint quintine Ye passed them all both in your own conceit and mine If we had wether to walk at our pleasure Our lives would be merry out of measure One part of the day for our appareling Another part for eating and drinking And all the teste in streets to be walking Orin the house to passed time with talk ynge. When serve ye god. Who boasteth in virtue are but daws. Ye do the better namely sins there is no cause How spend ye this night In dancing and singing Till midnight and then fall to sleeping. Why sweet heart by your false faith can ye sing Nay nay but I love it all thing. Now by my troth for the love that I own you You shall here what pleasure I can show you One song I have for you such as it is And if it were better ye should have it by gys. Marry sir I thank you even heartily. Come on sirs but now let us sing lustily. Sir this is well done I heartily thank you Ye have done me pleasure I make god a vow Ones in a night I long for such a fit For longe time have I been brought up in it. Oft time is seen both in court and town. Long be women a bringing up & soon brought down So feet it is, so neat it is, so nice it is, So trick it is, so quick it is, so wise it is I fear myself except I may entreat her I am so far in love I shall forget her. Now good master I pray ye let me kiss ye Kys me quoth a why nay sir I iwis ye. What yes hardly kiss me once and no more I never desired to kiss you before. Why have ye always kiss her behind In faith good enough if it be your mind And if your appetite serve you so to do By lady I would you had kiss my arse to. To whom dost thou speak foul hore canst thou tell. Nay by my troth I sir not very well But by coniectour this ges I have That I do speak to an old bawdy knave I saw you dally with your symper de cocked I read you beware she pick not your pocket Such idle husyfes do now and than Think all well won that they pick from a man Yet such of some men shall have more favour Than we that for them daily tail and labour But I trust the god will be so indifferent That she shall fail some part of her intent No doubt he will deal so graciously That all folk shall be served indifferently How be it I tell the truth my office is such That I must report each suit little or much Wherefore with the god sins thou caused not speak Trust me with thy suit I will not fail it to break.
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
☜Yet where ye wyll I ſwere by ſaynte Quintyne Ye paſte them all both in your owne conceyt and myne ¶If we had wether to walke at our pleaſure Our lyues wolde be mery out of meaſure One parte of the day for our apparelynge Another parte for eatynge and drynkynge And all the teſte in ſtretes to be walkynge Orin the houſe to paſte tyme with talk ynge. ¶When ſerue ye god. ¶Who boſteth in vertue are but dawes. Ye do the better namely ſyns there is no cauſe Howe ſpende ye this nyght ¶In daunſynge and ſyngynge Tyll mydnyght and then fal to ſlepynge. ¶Why ſwete harte by your falſe fayth can ye ſynge ☜Nay nay but I loue it all thynge. ¶Nowe by my trouth for the loue that I owe you You ſhall here what pleaſure I can ſhewe you One ſonge I haue for you ſuch as it is And yf it were better ye ſhulde haue it by gys. ❧Mary ſyr I thanke you euen hartely. ¶Come on ſyrs but nowe let vs ſynge luſtely. ❀Syr this is well done I hartely thanke you Ye haue done me pleaſure I make god a vowe Ones in a nyght I longe for ſuche a fyt For longe tyme haue I ben brought vp in it. ¶Oft tyme is ſene both in court and towne. Longe be women a bryngynge vp & ſone brought downe So fete it is, ſo nete it is, ſo nyſe it is, So trycke it is, ſo quycke it is, ſo wyſe it is I feare me ſelfe excepte I may entreate her I am ſo farre in loue I ſhall forget her. Nowe good mayſtres I praye ye let me kys ye Kys me quoth a why nay ſyr I wys ye. ☜What yes hardly kys me ones and no more I neuer deſyred to kys you defore. ❧Why haue ye alway kyſt her behynde In fayth good ynough yf it be your mynde And yf your appetyte ſerue you ſo to do By lady I wolde you had kyſt my ars to. ¶To whome doeſt thou ſpeke foule hore canſt thou tel. ☜Nay by my trouth I ſyr not very well But by coniectour this ges I haue That I do ſpeke to an olde baudy knaue I ſawe you dally with your ſymper de cocked I rede you beware ſhe pycke not your pocket Suche ydell huſyfes do nowe and than Thynke all well wonne that they pycke from a man Yet ſuche of ſome men ſhall haue more fauour Then we that for them dayly tayle and labour But I truſt the god wyll be ſo indifferent That ſhe ſhall fayle ſome parte of her entent ☜No doubte he wyll deale ſo graciouſly That all folke ſhall be ſerued indifferently Howe be it I tell the truth my offyce is ſuche That I muſt report eche ſute lytell or muche Wherefore with the god ſyns thou cauſt not ſpeke Truſt me with thy ſute I wyll not fayle it to breke.