Anonymous · published 1565 · first performed or written 1514 [1513-1514] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Sir I have fulfilled your intent And have brought you in this present that you have sent me for't thou art a ready messcogert Come hither to me my heart so dear ye dewelcome to me as the heart in my body Sir I thank you and at your pleasure I am ye be the same unto me masters will ye to tavern walk A word with you there will I talk And give you the wine Gentle man I thank you utrely And I am all ready to wait you upon what sister lechery ye be welcome to our company well wanton well, fie for shame So soon ye do express me name what if no man should have known I wis I shall you bear, well wanton well A little ꝓretye nyset Ye be well hi●e God wot ye be a little pretty pie, iwis ye go full gingerle well I see your falseity winketh on me full want only ye be full wanton iwis Pride I thank you of your labour That you had to fetch this fair flower Lo youth I told thee that I would bring her with me Sir I pray ●d● tell me now How doth she like you Verily well she pleased me For she is courteis gentle and see How do you fair Lady How far you tell me Sir if it please you, I do well enough And the better that you will wit Riot I would be at the tavern fain Lest charity us meet and turn us again Than would I be sorry because of this fairy ladi Let us go again be time That we may be at the wine Or ever that he come High the apace and go we hence we will let for none expense Now we will fill the cup and make good cher I trust I have a noble here Hark sirs for God almighte Hearest thou not how they light In faith we shall them part If there be any wine to sell They shall no longer together dwell No then I be shre we my heart No sir so moat I the Let not thy seruantes fight within yt For it is a careful life Evermore to live in strife Therefore if ye will be ruled by mi tale We will go to the ale And see how we can do I trust to God that sitteth on high To lose that little company With in an hour or two Now let us go for god's sake And see how merry we can make Now let us go apace And I belast there I be shrew my face Now let us go that we were there To make this Lady some cheer Verily sir I thank the That ye will bestow it on me And when it please you on me to call My heart is yours body and all
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶Syr I haue fulfilled your entent And haue brought you in this preſent that you haue ſent me fort ¶thou art a redy meſſcogert Come hither to me my herte ſo dere ye dewelcome to me as the hert in my body ✿Sir I thanke you ād at your pleaſure I am ye be the ſame vnto me ✿Maiſters wyll ye to tauerne walke A worde with you there will I talke And giue you the wine ¶Gentle man I thanke you vtrely And I am all redye to waite you vpon ¶what ſiſter lecherye ye be welcome to our companie ¶well wanton well, fye for ſhame So ſone ye do expreſſe me name what if no man ſhuld haue knowne I wis I ſhal you bere, well wanton well ¶ A lytell ꝓretye nyſet Ye be well hie God wote ye be a lytell prety pie, iwis ye go ful gingerle wel I ſe your falſe tye winketh on me full want only ye be full wanton iwis Pride I thanke you of your laboure That you had to fetch this fayre floure Lo youth I tolde the that I wolde bringe her with me Sir I pray d tell me nowe Howe doth ſhe like you Verely wel ſhe pleaſed me For ſhe is courteis gentyll and ſee Howe do you fayre Ladye Howe fare you tell me Syr if it pleaſe you, I do well ynowe And the better that you wyl wite Riot I wolde be at the tauerne fayne Leaſt charitie vs mete and turne vs againe Than wold I be ſory becauſe of this farie ladi Let vs go agayne be time That we maye be at the wyne Or euer that he come Hie the apace and go we hence we wil let for none expence Now we wil fil the cup and make good cher I truſt I haue a noble here Herke ſirs for God almighte Hereſt thou not howe they light In fayth we ſhall them part Yf there be any wine to ſell They ſhall no longer together dwell No than I be ſhre we my herte No ſyr ſo mote I the Let not thy ſeruantes fight within yt For it is a carefull lyfe Euermore to liue in ſtrife Therefore if ye wil be ruled by mi tale We will go to the ale And ſe howe we can do I truſte to God that ſitteth on hye To leſe that lytell companye With in an houre or two Now let vs goo for goddes ſake And ſe howe merye we can make Now lette vs go apace And I belaſt there I be ſhrewe my face Nowe let vs go that we were there To make this Ladye ſome chere Verelye ſyr I thanke the That ye will beſtowe it on me And whan it pleaſe you on me to call My heart is yours bodie and all