Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Let me alone by god's bread This same sword shall strike of his head. I pray you hence that ye were rid Shortly have him out of my sight A little while give me respite And take heed what I do say Remember in what condition thou was when I first met the in this place Full simple in poor array Now by the grace of god and counsel of me Thou art come to great prosperity And so mayst continue until thou die if thou wisely take heed Let not sensuality lead the bridle Be occupied in virtue, and be not idle The better shalt thou proceed These wretches will thy goods spend and waste then shalt thou be taken for an out cast And mocked and scorned with most and leest Then will no man the help at need A sir evil might thou speed That so can read his destanye. Will ye suffer this knave in your company Then god be with you I will forsake you Go hence or in faith I shall make you. Then to almighty god I betake you Let me come to that bragger I shall thrust him thorough the arse with my dagger (And here the face Peace out of the place) How say ye, was not this a good face To drive a knave out of the place In faith thou made him run a pace Thou looked as thou had been mad Now by my troth my heart is glad Some minstrel now I would we had To revel and dance, for by saint ● had I am so light me think I flee. ye marry so should it be For now I hold you wise. Sir and ye will do by mine advise Let us go straight to the fleur-de-lys There shall ye find a man will play at dice with you for an hundredth pound. What man is he Colehassarde came late from beyond the see Ragged and torn in a guarded cote And in his purse never a groat And now he goeth like a lord I pray thee tell at one word Is he a gentleman bore. Tusshe take no thought therefore For be he gentleman knave or boy if he come here with a trifle, or a toy He can no money lack Now by the bread that god broke I think long till I him see Mirth go before and ordain a good dish One of flesh another of fish Nay let all be flesh A young pullet tender and nesshe That never came on brooch, have with the or thou go What shall I have? Four quarters of a knave Roasted upon a spit Now by my troth and Colhassard will sit I will play as longe as an hundredth pound will last And ye will play an hundredth pound at a cast He will keep you play. Then let us go our way I sit on thorns till I come there
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Length
500 words · 568 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.759 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T46 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Let me alone by goddes bread This ſame ſworde ſhall ſtryke of his head. I praye you hence that ye were rydde Shortly haue hym out of my ſyght A lytle whyle geue me reſpyte And take hede what I do ſaye Remembre in what condicion thou was when I fyrſt mette the in this place Full ſymple in poore araye Nowe by the grace of god and counſel of me Thou art come to great proſperyte And ſo mayſt contynue vntyll thou dye yf thou wyſely take hede Let not ſenſualyte lede the brydell Be occupyed in vertue, and be not ydell The better ſhalt thou procede Theſe wreches wyll thy goodes ſpende and waſte then ſhalt thou be taken for an out caſte And mocked and ſcorned with moſte and leeſt Then wyll no man the helpe at nede A ſyr euyll mote thou ſpede That ſo can rede his deſtanye. Wyll ye ſuffre this knaue in your companye Then god be with you I wyll forſake you Go hence or in fayth I ſhall make you. Then to almyghty god I betake you Let me come to that braggr I ſhall thruſt him thorowe the ars with my dagger (And here the face Peace out of the place) Howe ſaye ye, was not this a good face To dryue a knaue out of the place In fayth thou made hym runne a pace Thou loked as thou hade bene madde Nowe by my trouth my harte is gladde Some mynſtrell nowe I woulde we hadde To reuell and daunce, for by ſaynt hadde I am ſo lyght me thinke I flee. ye mary ſo ſhoulde it be For nowe I holde you wyſe. Syr and ye wyll do by myne aduyſe Let vs go ſtrayght to the floure delyce There ſhall ye fynde a man wyl playe at dyce with you for an hundreth pounde. What man is he Colehaſſarde came late from beyond ye ſee Ragged and torne in a garded cote And in his purſe neuer a grote And now he goeth lyke a lorde I praye thee tell at one worde Is he a gentylman bore. Tuſſhe take no thought therfore For be he gentylman knaue or boye yf he come here with a tryfle, or a toye He can no money lacke Now by the bread that god brake I thynke longe tyll I hym ſe Myrth go before and ordayne a good dyſſhe One of fleſſhe another of fyſſhe Nay let all be fleſſhe A yonge pullet tender and neſſhe That neuer came on broche, haue with ye or thou go What ſhall I haue? Foure quarters of a knaue Roſted vpon a ſpytte Now by my trouth and Colhaſſard wyll ſytte I wyll play as lnge as an hundreth pound wyll laſte And ye wyll play an hundreth pound at a caſt He wyll kepe you playe. Then let vs go our waye I ſyt on thornes tyll I come there