Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
yea, so didst thou by thy knaves face. Well, no more a do, let all this go, We kinsfolk must be friends, it must be so. Come on come on come on, Here they be that will do us all good, If ye use it long, your hair will grow through your Come on knave with Christ's curse. I must have some of the money, Thou hast picked out of thy father's purse, He, by the mass if he can get his purse, Now and then he maketh it by half the worse. I defy you both whore and knave What ye pryncockes, begin ye to rave? Come on. Master Iniquity, by your leave, I will play a crown or two here by your sleeve Then be ye servant to a worshipful mon. Master Iniquity, a right name by saint Iohn. What can ye say by master iniquity? I love him and his name most heartily, God a mercy Dalila, good luck, I warrant thee, I will shrive you both by and by, Come on, but first let us have a song, I am content, so that it be not long. Gold locks, She must have knocks, Or else I do her wrong, When ye have your will, Ye were best lie still, The winter nights be long When I ne may, a other assay, I will take it for no wrong: Then by the rood, A bone in your hood. I shall put ere it be long. She macheth you sirrah. By gog's blood she is the best whore in England. It is knavishly praised, give me your hand, I would thou haddes such in other, By the mass rather than .xl. pound brother. Here sirs come on seven. A leaven at all. Do ye nycke us be knave your noly, Ten mine Sire mine, Have at it, and it were for all my father's kine, It is lost by his wounds, and ten to one, Take the dice Dalila, cast on. Come on fy●e, thrive at fairest, Gup whore, and I at rest, Bigogs' blood, I ween god & the devil be against me If th'one forsake thee, tother will take thee, Then is he a good fellow, I would not pass, So that I might bear a rule in hell by the mass, to toss firebrands at these penyfathers' pates, I would be porter and receive them at the gates, In boiling lead & brimstone, I would seethe them each one The knaves have all the money, good fellows have none Play brother, have ye lost all your money now? yea, I thanke that knaue and suche a whore as yu, 'tis no martyr, I will have money or I will sweet, Bygogs' blood I will rob the next I meet. yea, and it be my father.
nodes 171–235 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 10 in this edition
Length
470 words · 630 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.774 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T46 · seed 44: T41 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
yea, so dydst thou by thy knaues face. Well, no more a do, let all thys go, We kinsfolke must be frendes, it must be so. Come on come on come on, Here they be that wyll do vs al good, If ye vse it long, your hear wil grow throught your Come on knaue with christes curse. I must haue some of the mony, Thou hast pickt out of thy fathers purse, He, by the masse if he can get his purse, Now and then he maketh it by halfe the worse. I defie you both whore and knaue What ye pryncockes, begin ye to raue? Come on. Mayster Iniquitie, by your leaue, I wyll play a crowne or two here by your sleue Then be ye seruaunt to a worshypfull mon. Mayster Iniquitie, a right name by saint Iohn. What can ye say by mayster Inquitie? I loue hym and his name most hertely, God a mercy Dalila, good lucke, I warrant the, I wil shryue you both by and by, Come on, but fyrst let vs haue a songe, I am content, so that it be not longe. Golde lockes, She must haue knockes, Or els I do her wronge, When ye haue your wyl, Ye were best lye styll, The winter nightes be longe ¶When I ne may, An other assay, I wyl take it for no wronge: Then by the roode, A bone in your hoode. I shall put ere it be longe. She macheth you sira. By gogs bloud she is the best whore in England. It is knauishly praysed, gyue me your hand, I woud thou haddes suche in other, By the masse rather then .xl. pound brother. Here sirs come on seuen. A leauen at all. Do ye nycke vs be knaue your noly, Ten myne Syre myne, Haue at it, and it were for all my fathers kyne, It is lost by his woundes, and ten to one, Take the dice Dalila, cast on. Come on fye, Thryue at fayrest, Gup whore, and I at rest, Bigogs bloud, I wene god & the deuyl be agenst me If thone forsake the, thother wyll take the, Then is he a good felow, I would not passe, So that I myght beare a rule in hell by the masse, to tosse fierbrandes at these penyfathers pates, I would be porter and receiue them at the gates, In boyling lead & brimston, I wold sethe thē ech one The knaues haue al ye mony, good felows haue none Play brother, haue ye lost all your money now? yea, I thanke that knaue and suche a whore as yu, Tis no marter, I wyll haue money or I wil swete, Bygogs bloud I wyll robbe the next I mete. yea, and it be my father.