Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
When that is gone we'll fillit again, Dan diddle dan. The poorest state is farthest from annoy, How merrily he sitteth on his stool: But when he sees that needs he must be priest, he'll turn his note and sing another tune, Ho, by your leave master Cobbler: You are welcome gentleman, what will you any old shoes or buskins, or will you have your shoes clouted, I will do them as well as any Cobbler in Cathues whatsoever? O master Cobbler you are far deceived in me, for done you see this? I come not to buy any shoes, but to buy yourself; come sir you must be a soldier in the king's cause. Why but hear you sir, has your king any commission to take any man against his will. I promise you I can scant believe it, or did he give you commission? O sir, ye need not care for that, I need no commission: hold here, I command you in the name of our king Albanact, to appear tomorrow in the townhouse of Cathnes. King Nactabell, I cry God mercy, what have we to do with him, or he with us? but you sir master capoutaile, draw your pasteboard, or else I promise you, I'll give you a canvasado with a bastinado over your shoulders, and teach you to come hither with your implements. I pray thee good fellow be content, I do the king's command. Put me out of your book then. I may not. No will, come sir will your stomach serve you, by gog's blue hood and halidom, I will have about with you. How now, what noise, what sudden clamours this? How now, my captain and the cobbler so hard at it? Sirs what is your quarrel? Nothing sir, but that he will not take press money. Here good fellow take it at my command, Unless you mean to be stretched. Truly master gentleman, I lack no money, if you please I will resign it to one of these poor fellows. No such matter, Look you be at the common house tomorrow. O wife I have spun a fair thread, if I had been quiet, I had not been priest, and therefore well may I wayment; But come sirrah shut up, for we must to the wars. Brave cavaliers, princes of Albany, Whose trenchant blades with our deceased sire, Passing the frontiers of brave Graecia, Were bathed in our enemy's lukewarm blood, Now is the time to manifest your wills, Your haughty minds and resolutions, Now opportunity is offered To try your courage and your earnest zeal, Which you always protest to Albanact, For at this time, yea at this present time, Stout fugitives come from the Scythians bounds Have pestered every place with mutinies: But trust me Lordings I will never cease To persecute the rascal runagates, Till all the rivers stained with their blood, Shall fully show their fatal overthrow.
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When that is gone weell filt againe, Dan didle dan. The poorest state is farthest from annoy, How merily he sitteth on his stoole: But when he sees that needs he must be prest, Heele turne his note and sing another tune, Ho, by your leaue maister Cobler: You are welcom gentleman, what wil you any olde shooes or buskins, or will you haue your shooes clouted, I will do them as well as any Cobler in Cathues whatsoeuer? O maister Cobler you are farre deceiued in mee, for don you see this? I come not to buy any shooes, but to buy your selfe; come sir you must be a souldier in the kings cause. Why but heare you sir, has your king any commission to take any man against his will. I promise you I can scant beleeue it, or did hee giue you commission? O sir, ye neede not care for that, I neede no commission: hold here, I command you in the name of our king Albanact, to appeare to morrow in the towne-house of Gathnes. King Nactabell, I crie God mercy, what haue we to doo with him, or he with vs? but you sir master capotaile, draw your pastebourd, or else I promise you, Ile giue you a canuasado with a bastinano ouer your shoulders, and teach you to come hither with your implements. I pray thee good fellow be content, I do the kings commaund. Put me out of your booke then. I may not. No will, come sir will your stomacke serue you, by gogs blew hood and halidom, I will haue about with you. How now, what noyse, what sodain clamors this? How now, my captain and the cobler so hard at it? Sirs what is your quarrell? Nothing sir, but that he will not take presse mony. Here good fellow take it at my command, Vnlesse you meane to be stretcht. Truly master gentleman, I lacke no mony, if you please I will resigne it to one of these poore fellowes. No such matter, Looke you be at the common house to morrow. O wife I haue spunne a faire thredde, if I had bene quiet, I had not bene prest, and therefore well may I wayment; But come sirrha shut vp, for we must to the warres. Braue cauileres, princes of Albany, Whose trenchant blades with our deceased sire, Passing the frontiers of braue Graecia, Were bathed in our enemies lukewarme blood, Now is the time to manifest your wills, Your hautie mindes and resolutions, Now opportunitie is offred To trie your courage and your earnest zeale, Which you alwaies protest to Albanact, For at this time, yea at this present time, Stout fugitiues come from the Scithians bounds Haue pestrd euerie place with mutinies: But trust me Lordings I will neuer cease To persecute the rascall runnagates, Till all the riuers stained with their blood, Shall fully shew their fatall ouerthrow.