Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Forsooth sir my mind is this at few words All my pleasure is in catsing of vyrdes And making of snow bails and throwing the same For the which purpose to have set in frame With my god father god I would fain have spoken desiring him to have sent me by some token Where I might have had great frost for my pytfalles And plenty of suowe to make my snow balls This once had boys lives be such as no man leddes O to se my snow balls light on my fellows hedes And to here the birds how they slyckere there wings In the pytfale I say it passeth all things Sir if ye be god's servant or his kinsman I pray you help me in this it ye can. Alas poor boy who sent the hither. A hundred boys that stood together Where they heard one say in a cry That my god father god almighty Was come from heaven by his own accord This night to sup here with my lord And farther he said come whose will They shall sure have their bills full I fall wethers who list to crave Each sort such wether as they list to have And when my fellows thought this would be had And saw me so pretty a prateling lad Upon agreement with a great noys Send little Dick cried all the boys By whose assent I am purveyed To sew for the wether a foresaid Wherein I pray you to be good as thus To help that god may give it us. give boys weather quoth a nonny nonny. If god of his wether will give nonny I pray you will ye sell any Or send us a bushel of snow or twain. And point us a day to pay him again. I can not tell for by this light. I chepte nor barowed none of him this night But by such shift as I will make Thou shalt see soon what way he will take. Sir I thank you then I may depart. The farewell good son with all my heart Now such an other sort as here hath been In all the days of my life I have not seen No suitors now but women knaves and boys And all their suits are in fancies and toys If that there come no wiser after this cry I will to the god and make an end quickly Oyes, if that any knave here Be willing to appear For whether foul or clear Come in before this flock And be he hole or syckly Come show his mind quickly And if his tail be not lyckly Ye shall lick my tail in the neck All his time I perceive is spent in waist To wait for more suitors I see none make hast Wherefore I will show the god all this process
seed 43: T48 · seed 44: T49 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶Forſothe ſyr my mynde is this at fewe wordes All my pleaſure is in catſynge of vyrdes And makynge of ſnow bailes and throwynge the ſame For the whiche purpoſe to haue ſet in frame With my god father god I wolde fayne haue ſpoken Deſyrynge him to haue ſente me by ſome token Where I myght haue had greate froſt for my pytfalles And plente of ſuowe to make my ſnowe balles This ones had boys lyues be ſuche as no man leddes O to ſe my ſnowe balles lyght on my felowes hedes And to here the byrdes howe they ſlyckere there wynges In the pytfale I ſaye it paſſeth all thynges Syr yf ye be goddes ſeruaunte or his kynſman I pray you helpe me in this yt ye can. ¶Alas poore boy who ſente the hether. ¶A hundred boyes that ſtode togyther Where they herde one ſay in a cry That my god father god almyghty Was come frome heuen by his owne accorde This nyght to ſuppe here with my lorde And farther he ſayde come whoſe wull They ſhall ſure haue theyr bylles full I fall wethers who lyſte to craue Eche ſorte ſuche wether as they lyſte to haue And when my felowes thought this wolde be had And ſawe me ſo prety a pratelynge lad Vpon agrement with a great noys Sende lytell Dycke cryed all the boys By whoſe aſſent I am purueyd To ſewe for the wether a foreſayde Wherin I pray you to be good as thus To helpe that god may gyue it vs. Gyue boys wether quoth a nonny nonny. ¶If god of his wether wyll gyue nonny I pray you wyll ye ſell ony Or ſende vs a buſhel of ſnowe or twayne. And poynt vs a day to pay hym agayne. ¶I can not tell for by this lyght. I chepte nor barowed none of hym this nyght But by ſuche ſhyfte as I wyll make Thou ſhalt ſe ſoone what way he wyll take. ❧Syr I thanke you then I may departe. ❀Ye farewell good ſonne with all my harte Nowe ſuch an other ſorte as here hath bene In al the dayes of my lyfe I haue not ſene No ſuters nowe but women knaues and boys And all theyr ſutes are in fanſyes and toys If that there come no wyſer after this crye I wyll to the god and make an ende quickely Oyes, yf that any knaue here Be wyllynge to appeare For whether foule or clere Come in before this flocke And be he hole or ſyckly Come ſhewe his mynde quickly And yf his tayle be nat lyckly Ye ſhall lycke my tayle in the nocke All his tyme I perceyue is ſpente in waſt To wayte for mo ſuters I ſe none make haſt Wherefore I wyll ſhewe the god all this proces