Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
A whoreson thy head shall I break For the passion of god sober your mode I fear shedding of knaves blood Here they fight & run all out of the place And then entereth prosperiti poorly & saith O Iesu what may this mean My goods are spent and wasted away Also my men are from me clean I see them not this seven nights day As long as I might spend and pay They held me up with false dissimulation And now they forsake me in my most tribulation Come for coxs bones, why tarry ye so long In faith I come as as fast as I can I am so angry I wots not what to do That yonder knave scaped from me so What knave is this I hold him some spy I am your master, know ye not me Thou art come late out of marshal see Me think his hair groweth thorough his hood Alas Collhassarde hath won all my good And left me never a groat Marry so me think, ye have changed your coat But now ye have one vantage. what is that. your executors shall not strive for your good another day poverty Nor thieves shall not rob you going by the way Thus ye shall stand out of doubt Hen's ragged knave or thou shalt bear me a clout His clothes smell all of the smoke Now by saint Hew that holy bishop This matter is well brought to pass He is now a knave as he was first a knave, and then a man And now he is a knave again Why say ye so ye be to blame I am your master prosperity Avaunt lorell and evil to the Get the out of this company beginnest thou now to make comparison Let him be your under page give him meat and drink and no wage Go brush his gown & make clean his shone Well knave canst thou no courteysye He hath such a disease in his knee He can not change a man a groat It is not as ye ween Come and see my shone made clean By my faith he shall wipe mine This knave is not meet for me it grieveth my heart when I him see I will go hence and leave you twain For envy thou mayst with poverty rain. Nay I had rather he were slain. I am gone as soon as ye Abide still with me gentle charity O to whom should I sew, to whom should I plead O mortal worm wrapped all in woe As a man all mortified, and mazed in my wit I a captyfe in captivity, lo fortune is my foo I am in endless sorrow, alas what shall I do these captives thorough their council & false imagination Have brought me to nought that was of great reputation Woe worth the time that I them knew I may well sigh, and say alas
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
A horeſon thy head ſhall I breake For the paſſion of god ſobre your mode I feare ſhedyng of knaues bloude ¶Here they fight & rune al out of the place And then entreth proſperiti poorely & ſaieth O Ieſu what maye this meane My goodes are ſpent and waſted away Alſo my men are from me clene I ſe them not this ſeuen nyghtes daye As longe as I myght ſpende and paye They helde me vp with falſe dyſſimulacion And nowe they forſake me in my moſte trybulacion Come for cox bones, why tary ye ſo longe In faith I come as as faſte as I can I am ſo angry I wot not what to do That yonder knaue ſcaped from me ſo What knaue is this I holde hym ſome ſpye I am your mayſter, knowe ye not me Thou art come late out of marſhall ſee Me thynke his hayre groweth thorowe his hode Alas Collhaſſarde hath wonne all my good And lefte me neuer a groate Mary ſo me thynke, ye haue chaunged your coate But nowe ye haue one vauntage. what is that. your executours ſhall not ſtryue for your goode another daye pouerte Nor theues ſhall not robbe you goyng by the waye Thus ye ſhall ſtande out of doute Hens ragged knaue or thou ſhalt beare me a clout His clothes ſmell all of the ſmoke Nowe by ſaynt Hewe that holy biſſhoppe This matter is well brought to paſſe He is nowe a knaue as he was Fyrſt a knaue, and then a man And nowe he is a knaue agayne Why ſaye ye ſo ye be to blame I am your maiſter proſperytie Auaunt lorell and euyll to the Get the out of this company Begynneſt thou nowe to make compariſō Let hym be your vnder page Geue hym meate and drynke and no wage Go bruſhe his gowne & make clene his ſhone Well knaue canſt thou no courteyſye He hath ſuche a dyſeaſe in his knee He can not chaunge a man a groate It is not as ye wene Come and ſe my ſhone made clene By my fayth he ſhall wype myne This knaue is not mete for me yt greueth my harte when I hym ſe I wyll go hence and leue you twayne For enuy thou mayſt with pouertie rayne. Nay I had rether he were ſlayne. I am gone as ſone as ye Abyde ſtyll with me gentyll charyte O to whome ſhould I ſewe, to whom ſhulde I plete O mortall worme wrapped all in wo As a man all mortyfyed, and maſed in my wytte I a captyfe in captyuite, lo fortune is my foo I am in endleſſe ſorowe, alas what ſhall I do theſe captiues thorow their coūcel & falſe imaginaciō Haue brought me to nought yt was of gret reputaciō Wo worth the tyme that I them knew I may well ſyghe, and ſaye alas