Anonymous · published 1598 · first performed or written 1590 [1588-1598; revised 1610] (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
No faith I never saw any such, But I remember my father's words, He bade me take heed I was not caught with a white bear A lamentable tale no doubt. I tell you what sir as I was going a field to serve my father's great horse, & carried a bottly of hay upon my head, now do you see sir, I fast hoodwinked, that I could see nothing, perceiving the bear coming, I threw my hay into the hedge and ran away. What from nothing; I warrant you yes, I saw something, for there was tow load of thorns besides my bottle of hay, and that made three. But tell me sirrah, the bear that thou didst see, Did she not bear a bucket on her arm; Ha ha, ha, I never saw bear go a milking in all my life. But hark you sir, I did not look so high as her arm: I saw nothing but her whit head, and her whit belly. But tell me sirrah, where dost thou dwell; Why, do you not know me. Why no, how should I know thee, Why then you know no body, and you know not me ' I tell you sir I am the goodman rats son of the next parish over the hill. Goodman rats son why what's thy name, why I am very near kin unto him. I think so, but what's thy name? My name, I have very pretty name I'll tell you what my name is: my name is Mouse, what plain Monse. I, plain mouse with out either welt or guard. But do you hear sir I am but a very young mouse, For my tail is scarce grown out yet, look you here else. But I pray thee, who gave thee that name? faith sir I know not that, but if you would feign know, ask my father's great horse, for he hath been halfe a year longer with my father then I have. This seems to be a merry fellow, I care not if I take him home with me, Mirth is a comfort to a troubled mind, A merry man, a merry master makes. How sayst thou sirrah, wilt thou dwell with me? Nay soft sir, tow words to a bargain, pray you what occupation are you? No occupation, I live upon my lands. Your lands, a way, you are no master for me, why do you think that I am so mad, to go seek my living in the lands amongst the stones, briers, and bushes, and tear my holy day apparel, not I by your leave. Why, I do not mean thou shalt. How then? Why thou shalt be my man, and wait upon me at the court. What's that? Where the King lies. What's that same King a man or woman? A man as thou art.
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No faith I neuer sawe any such, But I remember my fathers woordes, Hee bad mee take hede I was not caught with a white beare A lamentable tale no dout. I tell you what sir as I was going a fielde to serue my fathers greate horse, & caried a bottly of hay vpon my head, now doe you see sir, I fast hudwinckt, that I could see nothing, perceiuing the beare comming, I threw my hay into the hedge and ran away. What from nothing; I warant you yes, I saw something, for there was tow loade of thornes besides my bottle of hay, and that made three. But tell me sirra, the beare that thou didst see, Did she not beare a bucket on her arme; Ha ha, ha, I neuer saw beare goe a milking in all my life. But hak you sir, I did not looke so hie as her arme: I saw nothing but her whit head, and her whit belly. But tell me sirra, where doost thou dwell; Why, doe you not knowe mee. Why no, how should I know thee, Why then you know no bodie, and you knowe not mee' I tell you sir I am the goodman as son of the next parish ouer the hill. Goodman rats son why whats thy name, why I am very neere kin vnto him. I thinke so, but whats thy name? My name, I haue very pretie name Ile tel you what my name is: my name is Mouse, vvhat plaine Monse. I, plaine mouse with out either welt or garde But doe you heae sir I am but a very young mouse, For my aile is scarce growne out yet, looke you here ls. But I pray thee, who gue thee that name? Fayth ir I know not that, but if you would faine know, aske my fathers geate horse, for he hath bin halfe a yeare longer with my father then I haue. This seemes to be a merrie fellow, I care not if I take him home with me, Mirth is a comfort to a troubled minde, A merrie man, a merrie master makes. How saist thou sirra, wilt thou dwell with me? Nay soft sir, tow words to a bargaine, praie you what occupation are you? No occupation, I liue vpon my landes Your lands, a way, you are no maister for me, why doe you thinke that I am so md, to go ske my liuing in the lands amongst the stones, briars, and bushes, and teare my holy day appaell, not I by your leaue. Why, I do not meane thu shalt. How thn? Why thou shalt be my man, and waite vpon me at the court. Whats that? Where the King lies. Whats that same King a man or woman? A man as thou arte