Anonymous · published 1608 · first performed or written 1602 [1599-1604] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
No oaths, no oaths, good neighbour Smug, we'll wet our lips together in hug; Car rouse in private, and elevate the heart, And the liver and the lights, and the lights, Mark you me within us, for hem, Grass and hay, we are all mortal, let's live till we die, and be Merry, and there's an end. But to our former motion about stealing some venison, whither go we? Into the forest neighbour Banks, into Brian's walk the mad keeper. Zblood, I'll tickle your keeper. i'faith thou art always drunk when we have need of thee. Need of me? 'sheart, you shall have need of me always while there's iron in an Anvil. M. Parson, may the Smith go think you, being in this taking? Go, I'll go in spite of all the bells in Waltham. The question is good neighbour Banks, let me see, the Moon shines tonight, there's not a narrow bridge betwixt this and the forest, his brain will be settled ere night, he may go, he may go neighbour Banks: Now we want none but the company of mine host Blague at the George at Waltham, if he were here, our Consort were full; look where comes my good host, the Duke of Norfolk's man, and how and how? a hem, grass and hay, we are not yet mortal' let's live till we die and be merry, and there's an end. Ha my Castilian dialogues, and art thou in breath still boy? Miller doth the match hold? Smith, I see by thy eyes thou hast been reading little Geneva print: but wend we merrily to the forest to steal some of the king's deer. I'll meet you at the time appointed: away, I have Knights and Colonels at my house, & must tend the Hungarians. If we be scared in the forest, we'll meet in the Church-porch at Enfield; be't Correspondent? 'tis well; but how if any of us should be taken? He shall have ransom by the Lord. Tush the knave keepers are my besonians, & my pensioners, nine o'clock, be valiant my little Gogmagog's; I'll fence with all the justices in Hartfordshire; I'll have a Buck till I die, I'll slay a do while I live, hold your bow straight & steady. I serve the good duke of Norfolk. O rare! who, ho, ho boy. Peace neighbour Smug, you see this is a Boor, a Boor of the country, an illiterate Boor, and yet the Citizen of good fellows, come let's provide, ahem: Grass and hay, we are not yet all mortal, we'll live till we die, and be merry, and there's an end: come Smug. God night Waltham, who, ho, ho boy. Nor I for thee Clare, not of this, What? hast thou fed me all this while with shalls? And com'st to tell me now thou lik'st it not? I do not hold thy offer competent. Nor do I like th' assurance of thy love, The title is so brangled with thy debts.
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No oathes, no oaths, good neighbour Smug, Weel wet our lips together in hugge; Car rouse in priuate, and eleuate the hart, And the liuer and the lights, and the lights, Marke you me within vs, for hem, Grasse and hay, we are all mortall, lets liue till we die, and be Merry, and thers an end. But to our former motion about stealing some venison, whither goe we? Into the forrest neighbour Banks, into Brians walke the madde keeper. Z blood, Ile tickle your keeper. Y faith thou art alwayes drunke when we haue neede of thee. Neede of mee? z'hart, you shall haue neede of mee alwayes while theres yron in an Anuill. M. Parson, may the Smith goe thinke you, being in this taking? Go, Ile goe inspight of all the belles in VValtham. The question is good neighboure Banks, let mee see, the Moone shines to night, ther's not a narrow bridge betwixt this and the forrest, his braine will be setled ere night, he may go, he may go neighbour Banks: Now we want none but the company of mine host Blague at the George at Waltham, if he were here, our Consort were full; looke where comes my good host, the Duke of Norfolks man, and how and how? a hem, grasse and hay, wee are not yet mortall' lets liue till we die and be merry, and ther's an end. Ha my Castilian dialogues, and art thou in breath stil boy? Miller doth the match hold? Smith, I see by thy eyes thou hast bin reading little Geneua print: but wend we merrily to the forrest to steale some of the kings Deere. Ile meet you at the time appointed: away, I haue Knights and Colonells at my house, & must tend the Hungarions. If we be scard in the forrest, weele meete in the Church-porch at Enfield; ist Correspondent? Tis well; but how if any of vs should be taken? He shall haue ransome by the Lord. Tush the knaue keepers are my bosonians, & my pensioners, nine a clocke, be valiant my little Gogmagogs; Ile fence with all the Iustices in Hartford shire; Ile haue a Bucke til I die, Ile slay a Doe while I liue, hold your bow straight & steady. I serue the good duke of Norfolke. O rare! who, ho, ho boy. Peace neighbor Smug, you see this is a Boore, a Boore of the country, an illiterate Boore, and yet the Cittizen of good fellowes, come lets prouide a hen: Grasse and hay, wee are not yet all mortall, weel liue till we die, and be merry, and theres an end: come Smug. God night VValtham, who, ho, ho boy. Nor I for thee Clare, not of this, VVhat? hast thou fed me all this while wish shalles? And com'st to tell me now thou lik'st it not? I doe not hold thy offer competent. Nor doe I like th' assurance of thy loue, The title is so brangled with thy debts.