Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Sir if ye medyll remember me first Then in this meddling my part shallbe the worst. Now I beseech our lord the devil the burst Who meddleth with many I hold him accursed Thou whore can I meddle with you both at ones. By the mass knave I would I had both thy stones In my purse if thou meddle not indifferently That both our matters in issue may be likely. Many words little matter and to no purpose such is the effect that thou disclose. The more ye byb, the more ye babble. The more ye babyl, the more ye fabyl The more ye fabyl, the more unstabyl. The more unstable, the more unabyll In any manner thing to do any good No hurt though ye were hanged by the holy rood. The less your silence, the less your credence The less your credence, the less your honesty The less your honesty the less your assistance The less your assistance the less ability In you to do aught wherefore so god me save No hurt in hanging such a railing knave. What monster is this I never hard none such For look how much more I have made her to much And so far at last she hath made me to little Where be ye Launder I think in some spittle Ye shall wash me no gear for fere of fretting I love no launders that shrink my gear in wetting I pray the go hens and let me be in rest I will do thine errand as I think best. Now would I take my leave if I wist how The longer I live the more knave you, The longer thou livest the pity the greater The sooner thou be rid the tidings the better Is not this a sweet office that I have When every drab shall call me knave Every man knoweth not what god's service is Nor I myself knew it not before this I think god's servants may live holily But the devil servants live more merely I know not what god giveth in standing fees But the devil servants have casweltees A hundredth times more than god's servants have For though ye be never so stark a knave It ye lack money the devil will do worse But bring you straight to another man's purse Then will the devil promote you here in this world As unto such ryche it doth most accord first Pater noster quies in celis And then ye shall since the strife with your heels The greatest friend ye have in field or town Sanding a typ to shall not reach your crown. This same is even he by allycklyhod Sir I pray you be not you master god. No in good faith son but I may say to the I am such a man that god may not miss me Wherefore with the god if thou wouldest have aught done Tell me thy mind and I shall show it soon.
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Length
502 words · 591 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.825 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
❧Syr yf ye medyll remember me fyrſt ¶Then in this medlynge my parte ſhalbe the wurſt. ¶Nowe I beſeche our lorde the deuyll the burſt Who medleth with many I holde hym accurſt Thou hore can I medle with you bothe at ones. ¶By the maſſe knaue I wolde I had bothe thy ſtones In my purs yf thou meddel not indifferently That both our maters in iſſue may be lykely. ¶Many wordes lytell matter and to no purpoſe Suche is the effect that thou diſcloſe. The more ye byb, the more ye babyll. The more ye babyl, the more ye fabyl The more ye fabyl, the more vnſtabyl. The more vnſtable, the more vnabyll In any maner thynge to do any good No hurte though ye were hanged by the holy rood. ❧The leſſe your ſcilence, the leſſe your credence The leſſe your credence, the leſſe your honeſtie The leſſe your honeſtie the leſſe your aſſiſtence The leſſe your aſſiſtence the leſſe abylyte In you to do ought wherefore ſo god me ſaue No hurte in hangyng ſuch a raylynge knaue. ¶What monſter is this I neuer harde none ſuche For loke howe muche more I haue made her to muche And ſo farre at laſte ſhe hath made me to lyttell Where be ye Launder I thynke in ſome ſpyttell Ye ſhall waſhe me no gere for fere of fretynge I loue no launders that ſhrynke my gere in wettynge I praye the go hens and let me be in reſt I wyll do thyne errande as I thynke beft. ¶Nowe wolde I take my leue yf I wyſte howe The lenger I lyue the more knaue you, ¶The lenger thou lyueſt the pyte the gretter The ſoner thou be ryd the tydynges the better Is nat this a ſwete offyce that I haue When euery drab ſhall call me knaue Euery man knoweth not what goddes ſeruyce is Nor I my ſelfe knewe it not before this I thynke goddes ſeruauntes may lyue holyly But the deuyll ſeruauntes lyue more merely I knowe not what god gyueth in ſtandynge fees But the deuyll ſeruauntes hane caſweltees A hundreth tymes mo then goddes ſeruauntes haue For thoughe ye be neuer ſo ſtarke a knaue Yt ye lacke money the deuyll wyll do wurſe But brynge you ſtreyght to another mans purſe Then wyll the deuyll promote you here in this worlde As vnto ſuche tyche it doth moſte accorde Fyrſt Pater noſter quies in celis And then ye ſhall ſens the ſtryfe with your helys The greateſt frende ye haue in felde or towne Sandynge a typ to ſhal nat reche your crowne. ¶This ſame is euen he by allycklyhod Syr I pray you be not you maſter god. ¶No in good fayth ſonne but I may ſay to the I am ſuche a man that god may nat myſſe me Wherfore with ye god yf thou woldeſt haue ought done Tell me thy mynde and I ſhall ſhewe it ſone.