Nashe, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1592 (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Sped well, or ill sir, I drink to you on the same: Is your throat clear to help us to sing, hooky, hooky? Hooky, hooky, we have shorn, and we have bound, And we have brought harvest home to town. Thou Coridon, why answer'st not direct? Answer? why friend, I am no tapster, to say, Anon, anon, sir: but leave you to molest me, goodman tawny leaves, for fear (as the proverb says, leave is light) so I mow off all your leaves with my scythe. Mock not, & mow not too long you were best, For fear we whet not your sith upon your pate. Since thou art so perverse in answering, Harvest, hear what complaints are brought to me. Thou art accused by the public voice, For an engrosser of the common store, A Carl, that hast no conscience, nor remorse, But dost impoverish the fruitful earth, To make thy garners rise up to the heavens. To whom givest thou? who feedeth at thy board? No alms, but unreasonable gain, digests what thy huge iron teeth devour: Small beer, course bread, the hinds and beggars cry, Whilst thou with holdest both the malt and flower, And giv'st us bran, and water, (fit for dogs.) Hooky, hooky, if you were not my Lord, I would say you lie. First and foremost you say I am a Grocer. A Grocer is a citizen: I am no citizen, therefore no Grocer. A hoarder up of grain: that's false; for not so much but my elbows eat wheat every time I lean on them. A Carl: that is as much to say, as a coney-catcher of good fellowship. For that one word, you shall pledge me a carouse: eat a spoonful of the curd to allay your choler. My mates and fellows, sing no more, Merry, merry: but weep out a lamentable hooky, hooky, and let your Sickles cry, Sick, sick, and very sick, & sick, and for the time; for Harvest your master is abused without reason or rhyme. I have no conscience I; I'll come nearer to you, and yet I am no scab, nor no louse. Can you make proof wherever I sold away my conscience, or pawned it? do you know who would buy it, or lend any money upon it? I think I have given you the pose; blow your nose, master constable. But to say that I impoverish the earth, that I rob the man in the moon, that I take a purse on the top of Paul's steeple; by this straw and third I swear, you are no gentleman, no proper man, no honest man, to make me sing, O man in desperation. I must give credit unto what I hear; For other than I hear, attract I nought.
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Sped well, or ill sir, I drinke to you on the same: Is your throate cleare to helpe vs to sing, hooky, hooky? Hooky, hooky, we haue shorne, and we haue bound, And we haue brought haruest home to towne. Thou Coridon, why answer'st not direct? Answere? why friend, I am no tapster, to say, Anon, anon, sir: but leaue you to molest me, goodman tawny leaues, for feare (as the prouerbe sayes, leaue is light) so I mow off all your leaues with my sithe. Mocke not, & mowe not too long you were best, For feare we whet not your sythe vpon your pate. Since thou art so peruerse in answering, Haruest, heare what complaints are brought to me. Thou art accused by the publike voyce, For an ingrosser of the common store, A Carle, that hast no conscience, nor remorse, But doost impouerish the fruitfull earth, To make thy garners rise vp to the heauens. To whom giuest thou? who feedeth at thy boord? No almes, but vnreasonable gaine, Disgests what thy huge yron teeth deuoure: Small beere, course bread, the hynds and beggers cry, Whilest thou with holdest both the mault and flowre, And giu'st vs branne, and water, (fit for dogs.) Hooky, hooky, if you were not my Lord, I would say you lye. First and formost you say I am a Grocer. A Grocer is a citizen: I am no citizen, therefore no Grocer. A hoorder vp of graine: that's false; for not so much but my elbows eate wheate euery time I leane on them. A Carle: that is as much to say, as a conny-catcher of good fellowship. For that one word, you shall pledge me a carouse: eate a spoonfull of the curd to allay your choller. My mates and fellowes, sing no more, Merry, merry: but weep out a lamētable hooky, hooky, and let your Sickles cry, Sicke, sicke, and very sicke, & sicke, and for the time; for Haruest your master is abusde without reason or rime. I haue no conscience I; Ile come neerer to you, and yet I am no scabbe, nor no louse. Can you make proofe where euer I sold away my conscience, or pawnd it? doe you know who would buy it, or lend any money vpon it? I thinke I haue giuen you the pose; blow your nose, master constable. But to say that I impouerish the earth, that I robbe the man in the moone, that I take a purse on the top of Paules steeple; by this straw and third I sweare, you are no gentleman, no proper man, no honest man, to make mee sing, O man in desperation. I must giue credit vnto what I heare; For other then I heare, attract I nought.