The Scottish History of James the Fourth · chunk 26 of 40
Greene, Robert · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Stay gentle Ida, tell me what you deem, What doth this haste, this tender heart beseem? Why not my Lord, since nature teacheth art, To senseless beasts to cure their grievous smart. Dictanum serves to close the wound again. What help for those that love? Why love again. Were I the Heart, Then I the herb would be. You shall not die for help, come follow me. Mon Dieu, what malheure be this, me come a the chamber, signor Andrew, Mon Dieu, take my poniard en mon main, to give the Estocade to the Damoisella, per ma foy, there was no person, elle cest en all. The worse luck Iaques, but because I am thy friend I will advise the somewhat towards the attainment of the gallows. Gallows, what be that? Marry sir, a place of great promotion, where thou shalt by one turn above ground, rid the world of a knave, & make a goodly ensample for all bloody villains of thy profession. Que ditte vous, Monsieur Andrew? I say Iaques, thou must keep this path, and high thee, for the Q. as I am certified, is departed with her dwarf, appareled like a squire, overtake her Frenchman, stab her, I'll promise thee this doublet shall be happy. Purquoy? It shall serve a joll Gentleman, Sir Dominus Monsignior Hangman. Cest tout, un me will rama pour le money. Go, and the rot consume thee? Oh what a trim world is this? My master lives by cozening the king, I by flattering him: Slipper my fellow by stealing: and I by lying: is not this a wily accord, Gentlemen. This last night our jolly horse-keeper being well stepped in liquor, confessed to me the stealing of my masters writings, and his great reward: now dare I not bewray him, lest he discover my knavery, but thus have I wrought: I understand he will pass this way, to provide him necessaries, but if I and my fellows fail not, we will teach him such a lesson, as shall cost him a chief place on penniless bench for his labour: but yond he comes. Taylor. Sir. Let my doublet be white Northern, five groats the yard, I tell thee I will be brave. It shall sir. Now sir, cut it me like the battlements of a costard, full of round holes: edge me the sleeves with Coventry-blue, and let the linings be of tenpenny locorum. Very good sir. Make it the amorous cut, a flap before. And why so? that fashion is stale. Oh friend, thou art a simple fellow, I tell thee, a flap is a great friend to a story, it stands him in stead of clean nappery, and if a man's shirt be torn, it is a present penthouse to defend him from a clean housewives scoff. You say sooth sir.
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Stay gentle Ida, tell me what you deeme, What doth this hast, this tender heart beseeme? Why not my Lord, since nature teacheth art, To sencelesse beastes to cure their greeuous smart. Dictanum serues to close the wound againe. What helpe for those that loue? Why loue againe. Were I the Hart, Then I the hearbe would bee. You shall not die for help, come follow me. Mon Deiu, what malheure be this, me come a the chamber, Signior Andrew, Mon Deiu, take my poinyard en mon maine, to giue the Estocade to the Damoisella, per ma foy, there was no person, elle cest en alle. The woorse lucke Iaques, but because I am thy friend I will aduise the somewhat towards the attainement of the gallowes. Gallowes, what be that? Marrie sir, a place of great promotion, where thou shalt by one turne aboue ground, rid the world of a knaue, & make a goodly ensample for all bloodie villaines of thy profession. Que ditte vous, Monsieur Andrew? I say Iaques, thou must keep this path, and high thee, for the Q. as I am certified, is departed with her dwarfe, apparelled like a squire, ouertake her Frenchman, stab her, Ile promise thee this dubblet shall be happy. Purquoy? It shall serue a iolle Gentleman, Sir Dominus Monsignior Hangman. Cest tout, vn me will rama pour le mony. Go, and the rot consume thee? Oh what a trim world is this? My maister lius by cousoning the king, I by fllattering him: Slipper my fellow by stealing: and I by lying: is not this a wylie accord, Gentlemen. This last night our iolly horsekeeper beeing well stept in licor, confessed to me the stealing of my Maisters writings, and his great reward: now dare I not bewraye him, least he discouer my knauerie, but thus haue I wrought: I vnderstand he will passe this way, to prouide him necessaries, but if I and my fellowes faile not, wee will teach him such a lesson, as shall cost him a chiefe place on pennilesse bench for his labour: but yond he comes. Taylor. Sir. Let my dubblet bee white Northren, fiue groates the yard, I tell thee I will bee braue. It shall sir. Now sir, cut it me like the battlements of a Custerd, ful of round holes: edge me the sleeues with Couentry-blew, and let the lynings bee of tenpenny locorum. Very good sir. Make it the amorous cut, a flappe before. And why so? that fashion is stale. Oh friend, thou art a simple fellow, I tell thee, a flap is a great friend to a storrie, it stands him in stead of cleane napery, and if a mans shert bee torne, it is a present penthouse to defend him from a cleane huswifes scoffe. You say sooth sir.