Nashe, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1592 (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 447 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
A broken staff, a lame right hand I had, If thou wert all the stay that held me up. Nihil violentum perpetuum. No violence that liveth to old age. Ill-governed star, that never bod'st good luck, I banish thee a twelvemonth and a day, Forth of my presence, come not in my sight, Nor show thy head, so much as in the night. I am content, though hunting be not out, We will go hunt in hell for better hap. One parting blow, my hearts, unto our friends, To bid the fields and huntsmen all farewell: Toss up your bugle horns unto the stars. Toil findeth ease, peace follows after wars. Faith, this Scene of Orion, is right prandium caninum, a dog's dinner, which as it is without wine, so here's a coil about dogs, without wit. If I had thought the ship of fools would have stayed to take in fresh water at the I'll of dogs, I would have furnished it with a whole kennel of collections to the purpose. I have had a dog myself, that would dream, and talk in his sleep, turn round like Ned fool, and sleep all night in a porridge pot. Mark but the skirmish between sixpence and the fox, and it is miraculous, how they overcome one another in honourable courtesy. The fox, though he wears a chain, runs as though he were free, mocking us (as it is a crafty beast) because we having a Lord and master to attend on, run about at our pleasures, like masterless men. Young sixpence, the best page his master hath, plays a little, and retires. I warrant, he will not be far out of the way, when his master goes to dinner. Learn of him, you diminutive urchins, how to behave yourselves in your vocation, take not up your standings in a nut-tree, when you should be waiting on my Lord's trencher. Shoot but a bit at butts, play but a span at points. whatever you do, memento mori: remember to rise betimes in the morning. Vertumnus, call Harvest. Harvest, by west, and by north, by south and southeast, show thyself like a beast. Goodman Harvest yeoman, come in, and say what you can: room for the scythe and the sickles there. Merry, merry, merry, cheery, cheery, cheery, troll the black bowl to me, heigh derry, derry, with a poop and a lerry, I'll troll it again to thee: Hooky, hooky, we have shorn, and we have bound, And we have brought Harvest home to town. Harvest, the Baily of my husbandry, What plenty hast thou heaped into our Barns? I hope thou hast sped well thou art so blithe.
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A broken staffe, a lame right hand I had, If thou wert all the stay that held me vp. Nihil violentum perpetuum. No violence that liueth to olde age. Ill-gouern'd starre, that neuer boad'st good lucke, I banish thee a twelue-month and a day, Forth of my presence, come not in my sight, Nor shewe thy head, so much as in the night. I am content, though hunting be not out, We will goe hunt in hell for better hap. One parting blowe, my hearts, vnto our friends, To bid the fields and huntsmen all farewell: Tosse vp your bugle hornes vnto the starres. Toyle findeth ease, peace followes after warres. Faith, this Sceane of Orion, is right prandium caninum, a dogs dinner, which as it is without wine, so here's a coyle about dogges, without wit. If I had thought the ship of fooles would haue stay de to take in fresh water at the Ile of dogges, I would haue furnisht it with a whole kennell of collections to the purpose. I haue had a dogge my selfe, that would dreame, and talke in his sleepe, turne round like Ned foole, and sleepe all night in a porridge pot. Marke but the skirmish betweene sixpence and the foxe, and it is miraculous, how they ouercome one another in honorable curtesy. The foxe, though he weares a chayne, runnes as though hee were free, mocking vs (as it is a crafty beast) because we hauing a Lord and master to attend on, runne about at our pleasures, like masterles men. Young sixpence, the best page his master hath, playes a little, and retires. I warrant, he will not be farre out of the way, when his master goes to dinner. Learne of him, you deminitiue vrchins, howe to behaue your selues in your vocation, take not vp your standings in a nuttree, when you should be waiting on my Lords trencher. Shoote but a bit at buttes, play but a span at poyntes. What euer you doe, memento mori: remember to rise betimes in the morning. Vertumnus, call Haruest. Haruest, by west, and by north, by south and southeast, shewe thy selfe like a beast. Goodman Haruest yeoman, come in, and say what you can: roome for the sithe and the siccles there. Merry, merry, merry, cheary, cheary, cheary, Trowle the black bowle to me, Hey derry, derry, with a poupe and a lerry, Ile trowle it againe to thee: Hooky, hooky, we haue shorne, and we haue bound, And we haue brought Haruest home to towne. Haruest, the Bayly of my husbandry, What plenty hast thou heapt into our Barnes? I hope thou hast sped well thou art so blithe.