Nashe, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1592 (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
ay, ay, nought seek, nought have: an ill husband is the first step to a knave. You object I feed none at my board. I am sure, if you were a hog, you would never say so: for, surreverence of their worships, they feed at my stable, table, every day. I keep good hospitality for hens & geese; Gleaners are oppressed with heavy burdens of my bounty. They rake me, and eat me to the very bones, till there be nothing left but gravel and stones, and yet I give no alms, but devour all. They say when a man cannot hear well, you hear with your harvest ears: but if you heard with your harvest ears, that is, with the ears of corn, which my almscart scatters, they would tell you, that I am the very poor man's box of pity, that there are more holes of liberality open in harvests heart, then in a siue, or a dustbox. Suppose you were a craftsman, or an Artificer, and should come to buy corn of me, you should have bushels of me, not like the baker's loaf, that should weigh but six ounces, but usury for your money, thousands for one: what would you have more? Eat me out of my apparel, if you will, if you suspect me for a miser. I credit thee, and think thou wert belied. But tell me, hadst thou a good crop this year? Hay, God's plenty, which was so sweet and so good, that when I jerted my whip, and said to my horses but Hay, they would go as they were mad. But hay alone thou sayst not; but hay-ree. I sing hay-ree, that is, hay and rye: meaning, that they shall have hay and rye their bellyfuls, if they will draw hard; So we say, wa, hay, when they go out of the way: meaning, that they shall want hay, if they will not do as they should do. How thrive thy oats, thy barley, and thy wheat? My oats grew like a cup of beer that makes the brewer rich: my rye like a Cavalier, that wears a huge feather in his cap, but hath no courage in his heart; had a long stalk, a goodly husk, but nothing so great a kernel as it was wont: my barley, even as many a novice is crossbitten, as soon as ever he peeps out of the shell, so was it frost-bitten in the blade, yet picked up his crumbs again afterward, and bade, Fill pot, hostess, in spite of a dear year. As for my Pease and my Fetches, they are famous, and not to be spoken of. ay, ay, such country buttoned caps as you, Do want no fetches to undo great towns. Will you make good your words, that we want no fetches? ay, that he shall. Then fetch us a cloak-bag, to carry away yourself in.
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I, I, nought seeke, nought haue: an ill husband is the first steppe to a knaue. You obiect I feede none at my boord. I am sure, if you were a hogge, you would neuer say so: for, surreuerence of their worships, they feed at my stable, table, euery day. I keepe good hospitality for hennes & geese; Gleaners are oppressed with heauy burdens of my bounty. They rake me, and eate me to the very bones, till there be nothing left but grauell and stones, and yet I giue no almes, but deuoure all. They say when a man cannot heare well, you heare with your haruest eares: but if you heard with your haruest eares, that is, with the eares of corne, which my almescart scatters, they would tell you, that I am the very poore mans boxe of pitie, that there are more holes of liberality open in haruests heart, then in a siue, or a dust-boxe. Suppose you were a craftsman, or an Artificer, and should come to buy corne of mee, you should haue bushels of mee, not like the Bakers loafe, that should waygh but sixe ounces, but vsury for your mony, thousands for one: what would you haue more? Eate mee out of my apparell, if you will, if you suspect mee for a miser. I credit thee, and thinke thou wert belide. But tell mee, hadst thou a good crop this yeare? Hay, Gods plenty, which was so sweete and so good, that when I ierted my whip, and said to my horses but Hay, they would goe as they were mad. But hay alone thou saist not; but hay-ree. I sing hay-ree, that is, hay and rye: meaning, that they shall haue hay and rye their belly-fulls, if they will draw hard; So wee say, wa, hay, when they goe out of the way: meaning, that they shall want hay, if they will not doe as they should doe. How thriue thy oates, thy barley, and thy wheate? My oates grew like a cup of beere that makes the brewer rich: my rye like a Caualier, that weares a huge feather in his cap, but hath no courage in his heart; had a long stalke, a goodly huske, but nothing so great a kernell as it was wont: my barley, euen as many a nouice is crossebitten, as soone as euer hee peepes out of the shell, so was it frost-bitten in the blade, yet pickt vp his crummes agayne afterward, and bade, Fill pot, hostesse, in spite of a deare yeere. As for my Pease and my Fetches, they are famous, and not to be spoken of. I, I, such countrey button'd caps as you, Doe want no fetches to vndoe great townes. Will you make good your words, that wee want no fetches? I, that he shall. Then fetch vs a cloake-bagge, to carry away your selfe in.