Anonymous · published 1561 · first performed or written 1547 [c.1547-1558] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Cousin I would fain do the best Because ye are near of my blood what, are ye now in that mood Now I am your kinsman because of my good Before of me he had disdain As fore that I was to blame I knew you not, be not angry ye are welcome to me cousin charity Then all these matters let be I come hither with you to dwell ye must have moseruntes I do you tell Such as were necessare for your person I am content after your provision In every thing let it be done As ye think most expedient Sir I shall do mine intent To get you servants more I prraye you heartily it may be so A little season I will from you go To solace me with some recreation He that sitteth above the moan Evermore be in your protection Aha here is a sport for a Lord That prosperity and I be well at accord I shall bring his thrift under the board I trust within short space For it grieveth my heart right sore He hath so much treasure in store And I have never the more I must find some proper shift That from his good he may be lift To bring him to misrule I hold it best For he can soon bring it to pass How what rutterkin have we her I would he were our subchauntere Because he can so well sing Feytes' bone shear pour lamour de asynt Iohn Mon ●uer jocund is set on a merry pin By my truth I am disposed to revelling So me thinketh by your coming in What misrule where hast thou been many years By my troth even amongs my peers By my troth even amongs my peers I came now stragiht from the stews From little pretty I one Lord that she is a pretty one Hold thy peace let that alone Hark a word or twain to the I dwell now with prosperity which hath much worldly treasure If thou can contrive in thy thought How that he may be brought to nought In all this world I desire no more. Tush take no thought therefore I con provide for that in the best wise Then let me hear thy device I will bring him to classhe, cards and dice And to proper trulls that be wanton and nice which will not be kept at a small price How thinkest thou, will not this do well. yes but hearken in counsel Thou must change thy name I will say I it mirth And I will say thesame Peace whist I see him come God save all this honourable company Sir you be welcome by our blessed 〈◊〉 I have thought for you full long Here is gentleman, I pray you for my sake Say he is welcome & into your service him take For great courtesy he can Sir you be welcome, give me your hand And show me what is your name
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Coſyn I would fayne do the beſte Becauſe ye are nere of my bloode what, are ye nowe in that moode Nowe I am your kynſman becauſe of my good Before of me he had dyſdayne As fore that I was to blame I knew you not, be not angrye ye are welcome to me coſyn charytie Then all theſe matters let be I come hyther with you to dwell ye muſt haue moſeruntes I do you tell Suche as were neceſſare for your perſon I am content after your prouyſion In euery thyng let it be done As ye thynke moſte expedient Syr I ſhall do myne entent To gett you ſeruauntes mo I prraye you hertely it may be ſo A lytle ſeaſon I wyll from you go To ſolace me with ſome recreacion He that ſytteth aboue the mone Euermore be in your protection Aha here is a ſporte for a Lorde That proſperytie and I be well at accorde I ſhall bryng his thryft vnder the borde I truſte within ſhort ſpace For it greueth my harte ryght ſore He hath ſo muche treaſure in ſtore And I haue neuer the more I muſt fynde ſome proper ſhyfte That from his good he may be lyfte To bryng hym to miſrule I holde it beſte For he can ſone bryng it to paſſe How what rutterkī haue we her I would he were our ſubchauntere Becauſe he can ſo well ſynge Feytes bone ſhere pour lamour de aſynt Iohn Mon uer iocunde is ſet on a mery pynne By my trouthe I am diſpoſed to reuelyng So me thynketh by your commyng in What myſrule where haſt thou bene many yeres By my trouth euen amonges my peres By my trouth euen amonges my peres I came now ſtragiht from the ſtewes From lytle prety I one Lorde that ſhe is a prety one Holde thy peace let that alone Harke a worde or twayne to the I dwell nowe with proſperitie whiche hath muche worldly treaſure If thou can contryue in thy thought Howe that he may be brought to nought In all this worlde I deſyre no more. Tuſhe take no thought therfore I con prouyde for that in the beſt wyſe Then let me heare thy deuyce I wyll brynge hym to claſſhe, cardes and dyſe And to propre trulles that be wanton and nyce which wyll not be kept at a ſmall pryce Howe thynkeſt thou, wyll not this do well. yes but harken in counſell Thou muſt chaunge thy name I wyll ſaye I hyt myrth And I wyll ſaye theſame Peace whyſt I ſe hym come God ſaue all this honorable company Syr you be welcome by our bleſſed I haue thought for you full longe Here is gentylman, I praye you for my ſake Say he is welcōe & into your ſeruice hī take For great courteſy he can Syr you be welcome, geue me your hande And ſhew me what is your name