Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Who told me that you were a traveler? And whom all the world could not satisfy? In the devils name you are a merchant venturer, Of your spoils the Barbarians can testify. coney-skins maids, coney-skins for old pastes, What lack you? what buy you? any good pins, Knit caps for children, biggins and wastes? Come let us bargain, bring forth your coney-skins. Is this the peddler that you spoke off? I judge him to be lunatic and out of his mind. I would advise not over much with him to scoff, For tame enough you are like him to find. What care I for a thousand varlets, By God I advise him not me to abuse. What will you give for a pack of good scarlets, Other will be glad of them ye refuse, In faith I mock not, why look you big? What man, I come hither to be merry, In your life time you have not known a livelier twig, I will say nothing that shall make you angry. You are welcome hither friend, I dare undertake, You spoke of a pack of scarlets even now, I tell you here are they that are able money to make, Are you able to perform them, how say you? I spoke it, but I promised it not yet, What will you give for a truss of cloth of Tissue? This fellow doth appear to be out of his wit, A runagate in whom is little virtue. Friend, dispraise no further than you may dispraise, For what he doth man, neither you nor I do know. There be too many such runagates at these days, All the whole world with such idle persons doth flow. By my troth you say very truth, The truth with your own mouth is verified, The most of your sort are idle from their youth, Yea, so I say, because they are never well occupied, As touching that in a book of latin of late I did find, Which doth the manner of travelers publish, The quick Mariner saith, that travelers in the East part of Jude, Through seas and floods they work all thievish. Worse and all this another Poet doth say, That merchants, God and his Saints doth forswear, So that advantage obtain thereby they may, Worthy to be drowned in hell and to burn there. He can rehearse all this in latin, & a great deal more, And will do it, if you do it of him gently require. Think not but that I have such gear in store, I will speak it in latin at your desire. Pariuratta suo post ponet mittunt lucre mircatur, Stigijs non nisi olignis aquis. Besides this, there is written in the same book, The shamefullest slanders that ever I did see: When you will master traveler, thereon you may look, The devil on the lie, and yet great slanders they be.
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Who told me that you were a Traueller? And whom all the world could not satisfie? In the diuels name you are a marchant venturer, Of your spoyles the Barbarians can testifie. Conyskins maydes, conyskins for old pastes, What lacke you? what buy you? any good pinnes, Knit caps for children, biggens and wastes? Come let vs bargaine, bring forth your Conyskins. Is this the Pedler that you spake off? I iudge him to be lunaticke and out of his minde. I would aduise not ouer much with him to scoffe, For tame inough you are like him to finde. What care I for a thousand varlets, By God I aduise him not me to abuse. What will you giue for a pack of good scarlets, Other will be glad of them ye refuse, In faith I mocke not, why looke you big? What man, I come hither to be mery, In your life time you haue not knowne a liuelier twig, I will say nothing that shall make you angrie. You are welcome hither friend, I dare vndertake, You spake of a packe of scarlets euen now, I tell you here are they that are able mony to make, Are you able to performe them, how say you? I spake it, but I promised it not yet, What will you giue for a trusse of cloth of Tissue? This fellow doth appeare to be out of his wit, A runnagate in whom is little vertue. Friend, dispraise no further then you may dispraise, For what he doth man, neither you nor I do know. There be too many such runnagates at these dayes, All the whole world with such idle persons doth flow. By my troth you say very truth, The truth with your owne mouth is verified, The most of your sort are idle from their youth, Yea, so I say, because they are neuer well occupied, As touching that in a booke of latin of late I did finde, Which doth the maner of Trauellers publish, The quicke Marriner saith, that trauellers in the East part of Iude, Through seas and flouds they worke all the euish. Worse and all this another Poet doth say, That marchants, God and his Saints doth forsweare, So that aduantage obteine thereby they may, VVorthie to be drowned in hell and to burne there. He can rehearse all this in latin, & a great deal more, And will do it, if you do it of him gently require. Thinke not but that I haue such geare in store, I will speake it in latin at your desire. Pariuratta suo post ponet mittunt lucre mircatur, Stigijs non nisi olignis aquis. Besides this, there is written in the same booke, The shamefullest slaunders that euer I did see: VVhen you wil maister Traueller, theron you may looke, The diuel on the lie, and yet great slaunders they bee.