Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Course me snowns, I would thou durst come out of door, And thou dost I'll knock thee on the head thou arrant thou. was not this lustily spoken? I warrant she dare not come out I'll see what ye'll do, where are ye goodman Lout? O nobody tell her that I am under the stool. where's this prating Ass, this dizzardly fool. why here I am Dame, let's see what thou canst say, Bestir your Distaff, do the worst ye may. Alas that ever I was borne to see this sight, My Raph is transformed to a wicked sprite. she lies i'faith, I am here under the stool. Let me alone Raph, hold thy peace thou fool. I am a sprite indeed, a fiend which will pursue thee still, Until I take a full revenge of all thy proffered ill. And for thy former dealings to thy husband hath been bad, I charm thee and enchant thee quean, Thou henceforth shalt be mad: And never shall thy foolish brain cut off this frantic fit, Till with thy hand unwillingly thou murder do commit. Nay she is mad enough already, For she will do nothing with me but fight, And ye make her more mad, she'll kill me out right. Make me mad Raph, no faith Raph, Though thou be a devil and a sprite, near toll the bell, I'll not be gossip, The child shall not be christened tonight. Go to the backhouse for the boy, Bid the tankard bring the conduit home. I'll buy no plum porridge, I'll not be made such a mome. And because thou hast a fine rod Raph, I'll look in thy purse by and by: And if thou have any money in it, we'll drink the Devil dry, Devil dry, &c. Out of doubt she is mad indeed, See what a coil she doth keep, Raph she shall trouble none of us, I'll charm her fast asleep. Come Raph, let's go sleep, for thou must mend Queen Guiniuers shoes tomorrow. I have a pillow of my own, I'll neither beg nor borrow. So sleep thy fill, now Raph come forth to me. Come forth quoth he marry God bless us. Now you have made my wife mad what shall become of me? Fear not come forth, I mean no hurt to thee. Well I'll trust you for once, what say ye. Raph hie thee home, & thou shalt find upon thy bed Attire that for a prophet's suit shall stand thee in good stead A prophet thou must be and leave thy work a while. A Prophet speaker? Ha, ha, ha, here's a coil. What are you, I pray? I am Mercurie the Messenger of the Gods. And I am Raph Cobbler, twixt us there is some odds. But hear ye God Markedy, have you tetoritie To take a free man of his company, And hinder him to be your Prophet speaker, And when ye set him a work give him nothing for his labour.
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Course me snowns, I would thou durst come out of dore, And thou dost Ile knock thee on the head thou arrant thou. was not this lustily spoken? I warrant she dare not come out Ile see what yeele doo, where are yee goodman Lout? O no bodie tell her that I am vnder the stoole. wheres this prating Asse, this dizzardly foole. why here I am Dame, lets see what thou canst say, Bestirre your Distaffe, doo the worst ye may. Alas that euer I was borne to see this sight, My Raph is transformed to a wicked spright. Shee lies yfaith, I am here vnder the stoole. Let me alone Raph, hold thy peace thou foole▪ I am a sprite indeede, a fiend which will pursue thee still, Vntill I take a full reuenge of all thy proffered ill▪ And for thy former dealings to thy husband hath bin bad, I charme thee and inchaunt thee queane, Thou henceforth shalt be mad: And neuer shall thy foolish brain cut off this franticke fit, Till with thy hand vnwillinglie thou murder doe commit. Nay she is mad enough alreadie, For she will doe nothing with me but fight, And ye make hir more mad, shele kill me out right. Make me mad Raph, no faith Raph, Though thou be a diuell and a spright, Nere toll the bell, Ile not be gossippe, The childe shall not be christned to night. Goe to the back-house for the boy, Bid the tankerd bring the conduit home. Ile buy no plumme porredge, Ile not be made such a mome. And because thou hast a fine rod Raph, Ile looke in thy purse by and by: And if thou haue any money in it, wele drinke the Diuell dry, Diuell dry, &c. Out of doubt she is mad indeed, See what a coyle she doth keepe, Raph she shall trouble none of vs, Ile charme her fast a sleepe. Come Raph, lets goe sleepe, for thou must mend Queene Guiniuers shooes to morrow. I haue a pillowe of my owne, Ile neither begge nor borrow. So sleepe thy fill, now Raph come forth to mee. Come forth quoth he marrie God blesse vs. Now you haue made my wife mad what shal become of me? Feare not come forth, I meane no hurt to thee. VVell Ile trust you for once, what say yee. Raph hie thee home, & thou shalt finde vpon thy bed Attire that for a prophets sute shal stand thee in good stead A prophet thou must be and leaue thy worke a while. A Prophet speaker? Ha, ha, ha, heres a coyle. What are you, I pray? I am Mercurie the Messenger of the Gods. And I am Raph Cobler, twixt vs there is some odds. But heare ye God Markedy, haue you tetoritie To take a free man of his companie, And hinder him to be your Prophet speaker, And when ye set him a worke giue him nothing for his labor.