Anonymous · published 1565 · first performed or written 1514 [1513-1514] (Annals) not in BritDrama T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.76 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Ye whoreson trowest thou so Be aware least thou thither go Hence caitiff go the way Or with my dagger I shall the slay Hens knave out of this place Or I shall lay the on the face Sayest thou that I shall go to hell For ever more there to dwell I had liefer thou had evil far A yet sir do by my read And ask mercy for thy misdeed And thou shalt be an herytoure of bliss Where all joy and mirth is Where thou shall see a glorius sight Of angels singing with saints bright Before the face of God what sirs above the sky I had need of a ladder to climb so high But what and the ladder slip Than I am deceived yet And if I fall I catch a quecke I may fortune to break my neck And that joint is ill to set Nay nay not so O yet remember call to thy mind The mercy of God passeth all thing For it is written by noble clerks The mercy of God passeth all works That witnesseth holy scripture saying thus Miseratio domine super omnia opera ●iu● Therefore doubt not gods grace There of is plenty in every place What me think ye be clerkyshe For ye speak good gibbryshe Sir I pray you and you have any store Soil me a question or ye cast out any more Lest when your cunning is all done My question have no solution Sir and it please you this why do men eat mustered with salt fish Sir I pray you soil me this quistion That I have put to your discretion Thus question is but vanity It longeth not to me Such questions to assoil Sir by god that me dear bought I see your cunning is little or nought And I should follow your school Sun ye would make a fool Therefore crack no longer here Lest I take you on the ear And make your head to ache Sir it falleth not for me to fight Nether by day ne be night therefore do my counsel I say Than to heaven thou shalt have the wai No sir I think ye will not fight But to take a man's purse in the night Ye will not say nay For such holy caitiffs Were wont to be thieves And such would be hanged as high As a man may see with his eye In faith this same, is true God save every christian body From such evil destroy And send us of his grace In heaven to have a place Nay nay I warrant the He hath no place for the we nest thou he will have such fools To sit on his gay stools Nay I warrant the nay Well sir I put me in good is will Whether he will me save or spill And sir I pray you do so And trust in god what so ever ye do
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Ye horſon troweſt thou ſo Be ware leaſte thou thyder go Hence caytife go the way Or with my dagger I ſhal the ſlay Hens knaue out of this place Or I ſhal lay the on the face Sayeſt thou that I ſhal go to hel For euer more there to dwel I had leuer thou had euyll fare ¶ A yet ſyr do by my rede And aſke mercy for thi miſdede And thou ſhalt be an herytoure of blyſſe Where al ioye and myrthe is Where thou ſhal ſe a glorius ſyght Of aungeles ſinging with ſaintes bright Before the face of God ¶what ſyrs aboue the ſky I had nede of a ladder to climbe ſo hye But what and the ladder ſlyppe Than I am deceyued yet And if I fal I catche a quecke I may fortune to breke my necke And that ioynte is yll to ſet Nay nay not ſo ¶ O yet remember cal to thi minde The mercy of God paſſeth al thyng For it is wryten by noble clerkes The mercye of God paſſeth all werkes That witneſſeth holy ſcrypture ſainge thus Miſeratio domin ſuper omnia opera iu Therfore doute not goddes grace Ther of is plenty in euery place ¶ What me thynke ye be clerkyſhe For ye ſpeake good gibbryſhe Syr I pray you and you haue any ſtore Soyle me a queſtion or ye caſte out any more Leaſt whan your connynge is all done My queſtion haue no ſolucion Syr and it pleaſe you this Whi do mē eate muſterd with ſalt fiſhe Sir I praie you ſoile me this quiſtion That I haue put to your deſcrecyon ¶ Thus queſtion is but vanitie It longeth not to me Suche queſtions to aſſoyle ¶ Sir by god that me dere bought I ſe your conninge is litell or noughte And I ſhuld folowe your ſcole Sone ye wold make a fole Therfore crake no longer here Leaſt I take you on the eare And make your head to ake Sir it falleth not for me to fighte Nether by day ne be night therfore do my counſaile I ſaye Than to heuē thou ſhalt haue the wai ✿ No ſyr I thinke ye will not fighte But to take a mans purs in the night Ye will not ſai nay For ſuche holy caitifes Were wonte to be theues And ſuch wolde be hanged as hye As a man may ſe with his eye In faith this ſame, is true ¶ God ſaue euery chriſten body From ſuch euell deſtroye And ſende vs of his grace In heuen to haue a place ¶ Nay nay I warrant the He hathe no place for the we neſt thou he wyll haue ſuche fooles To ſyt on his gaie ſtooles Naie I warrant the naye Well ſir I put me in good is wyll Whether he wyll me ſaue or ſpyll And ſir I pray you do ſo And truſte in god what ſo euer ye do