Anonymous · published 1565 · first performed or written 1514 [1513-1514] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Sir I pray the hold thy peace And talk to me of no goodness And soon look thou go thy way Less with my dagger I the slay In faith if thou move my hat Thou shalt be weary of thy part Or thou and I have done Think what God suffered for the His arms to be spread upon a tree A knight with a spear opened his side In his heart appeared a wound wid That bought both you and me God's fast what is that to me Thou daw wilt thou read me In my youth to lose my jollity Hence knave and go thy way Or with my dagger I shall the slay O sir hear what I you tell, And be ruled of my counsel That ye might sit in heaven high with God and his company A yet of God thou wilt not cease Till I fight in good earnest On my faith I tell the true if I fight thou wilt it rue All the days of thy life. Sir I see it will none otherwise be I will go to my brother Humility And take good counsel of him How it is best to be do therein ye marry sire I pray you of that Me think it were a good sight of your back I would see your heel's hither And your brother and you together Fettered fine fast I wis and I had the key ye should sing well away Or I let you lose Far well my masters every one I will come again anon And tell you how I have done And thou come hither again I will send the hers in the devils nam What now, I may have my space To jet here in this place Before I might not steer When the churl charity was here But now among all this cheer I would I had some company here I wis mi brother Riot would help me For to beat charity And his brother to Huffa, huffa who calleth after me I am Riot full iolite My heart as light as the wind And all on Riot is mi mind. where so ever I go But wot ye what I do here To seek youth my compear feign of him I would have a sight But my lips hang in my light God speed master youth by my fate Welcome Riot in the devils way Who brought the hither to day That did my legs I tell the We thought thou did me call And I am come now here To make royal cheer And tell the how I have done What I wend thou hadst been henged But I see thou art escaped For it was told me here You took a man on the ear That his purse in your bosom did fly And so in Newgate ye did lie
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Sir I praye the holde thy peace And talke to me of no goodnes And ſoone loke thou go thy waye Leſſe with my dagger I the ſlaie In faithe if thou meue my hatte Thou ſhalte be wearie of thy parte Or thou and I haue done Thynke what God ſuffered for the His armes to be ſpred vpon a tree A knight with a ſpeare opened his ſyd In his harte appeared a wounde wid That bought both you and me Goddes faſte what is that to me Thou dawe wylte thou rede me In my youth to loſe my ioylitie Hence knaue and go thy waye Or wyth my dagger I ſhall the ſlaye O ſir heare what I you tell, And be ruled of my counſell That ye might ſyt in heuen hye with God and his company A yet of God thou wilte not ceaſſe Tyll I fyght in good earneſſe On my fayth I tell the true yf I fyghte thou wylte it rue All the dayes of thy lyfe. Syr I ſe it wyll none otherwiſe be I will go to my brother Humilitie And take good counſayle of him Howe it is beſt to be do therin ye mary ſyre I pray you of that Me thinke it were a good ſight of your backe I wolde ſe your heles hither And your brother and you together Fettred fine faſt I wis and I had the kay ye ſhulde ſinge wel away Or I let you loſe Fare well my mayſters euerychone I wyll come againe anone And tel you howe I haue done And thou come hither againe I wyll ſend ye hers in the dyuels nam What nowe, I maye haue my ſpace To iet here in this place Before I might not ſtere Whan the churle charitie was here But nowe amonge al this chere I wold I had ſom company here I wis mi brother Riot wold helpe me For to beate charytye And his brother to Huffa, huffa who calleth after me I am Riot ful iolite My heart as light as the wynde And all on Riot is mi minde. where ſo euer I go But wote ye what I do here To ſeeke youth my compere Faine of him I wolde haue a ſight But my lyppes hange in my lyght God ſpede maſter youth by my fate Welcom Ryot in the deuels waye Who brought the hither to day That dyd my legges I tell the We thought thou dyd me call And I am com now here To make roiall chere And tell the how I haue done What I wende thou hadſt ben henged But I ſe thou arte eſcaped For it was tolde me heere You toke a man on the eare That his purſe in your boſome did flie And ſo in Newegate ye dyd lye