Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Welcome peddler, hast thou any fine needles here? Or any stiff pins sharp at the point I pray you. I have indeed, but they be some what dear: Such as will break before they will bow, Not like unto maidens the truth for to speak, Which before they will break they will bend. Wisely spoken Iohn Hoddy-peake, Your thrift and your wit, at the good ale you do spend: If thou hast any, at once bring them forth: I may not stand prattling all day with thee. I tell you my needles and pins be more worth, Than you are worthy for your fair looks to see: You will not buy, I know so much of your mind, Therefore at this time you shall not have your lust: For if my needles or pins should take any wind, They would canker by and by, and take rust. Wilt thou have me buy the pig in the poke? I may see for love, and buy for money. Where fire is, a man may perceive by the smoke, Think not but that I know a Cat from a coney: I am acquainted well enough with hopes lay, Learned I have to know chaff from corn: Before ought you have of me you shall pay, You shall not beguile, and then laugh me to scorn. By God, and I know chalk from cheese, I can discern an honest man from a knave, If nought I gain by thee, nought, nought, will I lose. None of thy wares, none of my money thou shalt have. Better then any thou hast I can buy, But to perceive what thou art I do begin: If thou hast either needles or pins there let me die, You compass the country, some cheat by craft to win: I never knew honest man of this occupation, But either he was a dicer, a drunkard, or a maker of shift, A picker, a cutpurse, a raiser of simulation, Or such a one as run away with another man's wife. Maid I pray you, let me have a word or two in your ear, By the same token there standeth a fat. God for his passion, when were you there? I beshrew his heart, that told you that. I thought you had not been a peddler long: You were one of those that stood on the pillory, That you were not all hanged you had wrong, For by the devil you wrought some sorcery. So sure as you are a maid and virgin pure, So sure I stood on the pillary. And as sure as you are gentle and demure, I never used enchantment or sorcery, But maid a word or two in your ear again, If it may be it shall be as you said: The same day there fell a great tempest of rain; Stay a while, as hitherto you have staid.
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Welcome Pedler, hast thou any fine needles here? Or any stiffe pinnes sharpe at the poynt I pray you. I haue indeed, but they be some what deare: Such as will breake before they will bow, Not like vnto maydens the truth for to speake, VVhich before they will breake they will bend. VVisely spoken Iohn Hoddy-peake, Your thrift and your wit, at the good ale you do spend: If thou hast any, at once bring them forth: I may not stand pratling all day with thee. I tell you my needles and pinnes be more worth, Than you are worthie for your faire lookes to see: You will not buy, I know so much of your minde, Therefore at this time you shall not haue your lust: For if my needles or pinnes should take any winde, They would canker by and by, and take rust. VVilt thou haue me buy the pig in the poake? I may see for loue, and buy for mony. VVhere fire is, a man may perceiue by the smoake, Thinke not but that I know a Cat from a Cony: I am acquainted well inough with hopes lay, Learned I haue to know chaffe from corne: Before ought you haue of me you shall pay, You shall not beguile, and then laugh me to scorne. By God, and I know chalke from cheese, I can discerne an honest man from a knaue, If naught I gaine by thee, naught, naught, will I leese. None of thy wares, none of my mony thou shalt haue. Better then any thou hast I can buy, But to perceiue what thou art I do begin: If thou hast either needles or pinnes there let me die, You compasse the country, some cheat by craft to win: I neuer knew honest man of this occupation, But either he was a dyser, a drunkard, or a maker of shift▪ A picker, a cutpurse, a raiser of simulation, Or such a one as runne away with another mans wife. Mayd I pray you, let me haue a word or two in your eare, By the same token there standeth a fat. God for his passion, when were you there? I beshrew his heart, that told you that. I thought you had not bene a Pedler long: You were one of those that stood on the pillerie, That you were not all hangd you had wrong, For by the diuell you wrought some sorcerie. So sure as you are a mayd and virgin pure, So sure I stood on the pillarie. And as sure as you are gentle and demure, I neuer vsed inchantment or sorcerie, But mayd a word or two in your eare againe, If it may be it shall be as you saide: The same day there fell a great tempest of raine; Staie a while, as hitherto you haue staide.