Heywood, John · published 1534 · first performed or written 1534 [1533-1534] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 451 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
It grieveth a man to be overtrodden Nay when I saw that his winning must grow By pain pretending in my part to show Then wist I well the noddy must come To do as he did or stand and play mum No man/ no woman/ no child in this place But I durst for judgement trust in this case All doubt of my pain by his proof by any mean His ronning away hath now scraped out clean wherefore give judgement and I shall return In place hereby where my dear heart doth sojourn And after salutation between us had Such as is meet to make lovers hearts glade I shall to rejoice her in merry tidings Declare the hole rabble of this fools losings water and fire Nay water for fire I mean well thanked be god it is out now clean how came it there Sir as I was going To fet my book for which was my departing There chanced in my way a house hereby To fire which is burned piteously But marvelously the people do moan For a woman they say a goodly one A feloner who in this house burned is And showing of the people for help in this Made me ●●●●● thither to have done some good And at a window thereof as I stood I thrust in my head and even at a flush Fire flashed in my face and so took my bush what house? A house painted with red ochre The owner whereof they say is a broker Then break heart alas why live I this day My dear heart is destroyed life and wealth away what man sit down and be of good cheer God's body master woodcock is gone clear O master woodcock fair mot be fall ye Of right master woodcock I must now call ye master stand you here afore and rub him And I will stand here behind and dub him Nay the child is a stepe ye need not rock Master woodcock master wood wood woodcock where folk be far within a man must knock Is not this a pang trow ye beyond the nock Speke master woodcock, speak parot I pray ye My leman your lady eye will ye see My lady your leman one untertakes To be safe from fyreby stypping through a takes That word I hard but yet I see her not No more do I master woodcock our lord wots Unto that house where I did see her last I will seek to see her and if she be passed So that to apere there I can not make her Then will I burn after and overtake her
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It greueth a man to be ouer trodyn Nay whan I ſaw that his wynnyng muſt growe By payne pretendyng in my parte to ſhewe Then wyſt I well the nody muſt cum To do as he dyd or ſtande and play mum No man / no woman / no chylde in this place But I durſt for iudgement truſt in this caſe All doubt of my payne by his profe by any meane His ronnyng away hath nowe ſcrapt out cleane werfore gyue iudgement and I ſhall returne In place hereby where my dere hart doth ſoiurne And after ſalutacion betwene vs had Such as is mete to make louers hartes glade I ſhall to reioyce her in mery tydynges Declare the hole rable of this fooles leſynges water and fyre Nay water for fyre I meane well thanked be god it is out nowe cleane Howe cam it there Syr as I was goyng To fet my boke for which was my departyng There chaunced in my way a houſe hereby To fyre which is burned pyteouſly But meruelouſly the people do mone For a woman they ſay a goodly one A ioner whoe in this houſe burned is And ſhotyng of the people for helpe in this Made me thyther to haue done ſome good And at a wyndowe therof as I ſtood I thruſt in my hed and euyn at a fluſh Fyre laſht in my face and ſo toke my buſh what houſe? A houſe paynted with red oker The owner wherof they ſay is a broker Then brek hart alas why lyue I this day My dere harte is dyſtroyd lyfe and welth away what man ſyt downe and be of good chere Gods body mayſter▪ woodcock is gone clere O mayſter woodcock fayr mot be fall ye Of ryght mayſter woodcock I muſt nowe call ye Mayſtres ſtande you here afore and rubbe hym And I wyll ſtande here behynde and dubbe hym Nay the chylde is a ſtepe ye nede not rock Mayſter woodcock mayſter wood wood woodcock where folke be farre within a man muſt knock Is not this a pang trow ye beyonde the nock Speke mayſter woodcock, ſpeke parot I pray ye My leman your lady ey wyll ye ſee My lady your leman one vntertakes To be ſafe from fyreby ſtyppyng through a takes That worde I harde but yet I ſee her not No more do I mayſter woodcock our lorde wot Ʋnto that houſe where I dyd ſee her laſt I wyll ſeke to ſee her and if ſhe be paſt So that to apere there I can not make her Then wyll I burne after and ouertake her