Medwall, Henry · published 1530 · first performed or written c.1496 (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
What wilt thou do than Who I jenay care not for me I will not come where strokes be I am not so mad a man And I iwis it is not for any fere But it is a thing that I can well forbear And will as long as I can Of lust and pleasure is all my mind It longeth to me of property and kind And if I should to the war And lie in mine harness as other men do ●…yth hunger and thirst a day or two It should me utterly mar It were a great loss if thou were marred Now fie on the stath horson coward By cokkies precious blood It were no sin to slay such a knave Host not thou wages as other men have And few of us so good yet wilt thou fail us at this need Now who so ever shall quite my meed will no further go I have 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 mine own hand I sh●…d 〈◊〉 were the land Even when I have do I you re quye as wo●… ye not at my desire Do so my●…e for me I 〈◊〉 would have done me more good to have s●…ne the knaves heart blood than. xx. shrll●… ngys' of fee What how sirs what meaneth this gear, will ye slay each other here No more of this work By the heart of god and he had abiden A little while he should never have spoken with pressed nor with clerk Who was that your own minion Bodily lust Why what hath he done Even like a lurden He saith that ye have given him licence, to abide at home and keep residence while we bear the burden And serve you now at your need He prayed me so in very deed within these. two. days He said he would serve me with a good will But of the wars he could no skill Nor known thereof the ways How be it I gave him thereof none answer No but I am sure he will not come there And now ma●… ye see That no man is so much to blame As yourself I ye by saint Iame No man but even ye for I am well a Jured of one thing ye gave him better clothing Than ye did me And better wages and fees also And though I said but little thereto But suffered ever more yet I by ●…aynd it ever in my mind And though that ye were to me unkind To set so 〈◊〉 at store By such a knave as he was I would I had him here by the mass And no man but we twain By my troth this is ever thy guise Ioke by whom I set any prise Him thou wilt most dysoayn
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¶ What wylt thou do than ¶ Who I Ienay care not for me I wyll not com where strokys be I am not so mad a man And I wys yt ys not for any fere But yt ys a thyng that I can well forbere And wyll as long as I can Of lust and pleasure ys all my mynde It longeth to me of properte and kynde And yf I shuld to the warre And ly in myne harnes as other men do yth hunger and thurst a day or two It shuld me vtterly marre ¶ It were a great losse yf thou were mard Now fy on the stath horson coward By cokkys preciouse blode It were no syn to sle suche a knaue Host not thou wagys as other men haue And few of vs so good yet wylt thou fayll vs at thys nede Now who so euer shall quyte my mede wyll no further go I haue myne own hand I shd were the land Euen when I haue do I you re quye as wo ye not at my desyre Do so mye for me I wold haue done me more good to haue sne the knaues hart blode than. xx. shrll ngys of fee ¶ What how syrs what meaneth thys gere, wyll ye sle eche other here No more of thys worke ¶ By the hart of god and he had abyden A lytell whyle he shuld neuer haue spoken wyth preste nor wyth clarke ¶ Who was that ¶ your own mynyon Bodyly lust ¶ Why what hath he done ¶ Euen like a lurden He sayth that ye haue gyuen hym lycence, to abyde at home and kepe resydence whyle we bere the burden And serue you now at your nede ¶ He prayde me so in very dede wythin these. ii. dayes He sayd he wold serue me wyth a good wyll But of the warrys he could no skyll Nor knew therof the wayes How be yt I gaue hym therof none answere ¶ No but I am sure he wyll not com there And now ma ye se That no man ys so myche to blame As your selfe ¶ I ¶ ye by saynt I ame No man but euen ye for I am well a Jured of one thyng ye gaue hym better clothyng Than ye dyd me And better wagys and fees also And though I sayd but lytell thereto But suffered euer more yet I by aynd yt euer in my mynde And though that ye were to me vnkynde To set so at store By suche a knaue as he was I wold I had hym here by the masse And no man but we twayn ¶ By my trouth thys ys euer thy guyse Ioke by whom I set any pryse Hym thou wylt most dysoayn