Udall, Nicholas · published 1562 · first performed or written 1537 [Oct 12-24] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 542 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Cursest thou old whore? bless me again Or I will bless thee, that shall be to thy pain He will kill me He will spill me He will brose me He will lose me He will prick me He will stick me The devil stick the old wytherde witch For I will stick neither thee, nor none such. But come of give me thy blessing again I say let me have it, or else certain With my club I will lay the on the brain Well seeing thou threatenest to me affliction Spite of my heart have now my benediction Now Christ's sweet blessing and mine Light above and beneath the body of thine And I beseech with all my devotion That thou mayst come to A man's promotion He that forgive Mary Mawdalene her sin Make the highest of all thy kin In this words is double intelliment wouldst thou have me hanged mother veramente No son no, but too have you high In promotion, is my mind verily Well then mother let all this go and charm this child that you is send to and look hereafter to curse ye be not greedy Curse me no more, I am cursed enough all ready Well son I will curse you no more Except ye provoke me to to sore But I marvel why ye do me move To do for Ulysses that doth not us love Mother by his son he hath send me a letter promising hereafter to be to us better And you and I with my great club Must walk to him and eat a solybubbe and we shall make merry and sing tyrle on the bury With Simkyn sydnam sumner that killed a cat at comner There the trifling tabborer troubler of tunies Will pike Peter pybaker a pennyworth of prunes Nycholl never good a net and a night cap Knytte will for kit whose knee cawghte a knap David dowghtye dyghter of daties Gren with godfrey goodale will greatly at the gates Thom tombler of tewxbury turning at a trice will wipe wylliam waterman if he be not wise Simon sadler of sudeley that served the sow Hytte will Henrye heartless he hard not yet how Iynkyn Iaton that iabbed jolly Ione grind will gromellede until he groan Proud perts pykethancke, that pykid pernels purse Cut will the cakes though Cate do cry and curse Rough Robin rover ruffling in right rate bald Bernarde brainless will beat and Benet bate foolish frederycke furburer of a fart ding daniel dainty to death will with a dart Mercolfe movylts moreninge for mad Marye Tyncke will the tables though he there not tarry Andrew all knave alderman of Andwarpe Hoppe will with hollyhocks & hearken humfreys harp It is to to mother the pastime and good cheer That we shall see and have, when that we come there Wherefore gentle mother I the heartily pray That thou wilt charm for worms this pretty boy Well son, seeing the case and matter standeth so I am content all thy request to do Come hither pretty child I will the charm from the worms wild but first do thou me thy name tell I am called Telemachus there as I dwell
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¶ Cursest thou olde hore? blesse me againe Or I wyll blesse the, that shall be to thy payne ¶ He will kyll me He wyll spyll me He wyll brose me He wyll lose me He wyll pricke me He wyll stycke me The deuyll stycke the olde wytherde witch For I wyll sticke nother the, nor none suche. But come of geue me thy blessinge againe I saye let me haue it, or elles certayne With my clubbe I wyll laye the on the brayne Well seinge thou threatenest to me affliction Spite of my harte haue nowe my benediction Nowe christes swete blessinge and mine Lighte aboue and beneath the bodye of thyne And I beseche with all my deuotion That thou mayste come to A mans promotion He that forgeue Mary Mawdalene hyr synne Make the hyghest of all thy kynne ¶ In this wordes is double intellimente Wouldest thou haue me hanged mother veramente ¶ No sonne no, but too haue you hye In promotion, is my mynde verelye ¶ Well then mother let all this goo and charme this chylde that you is sende to and loke hereafter to curse ye be not gredye Curse me no more, I am cursed ynoughe all readye ¶ Well sonne I wyll curse you no more Excepte ye prouoke me to to sore But I meruaile whye ye do me moue To do for Ulisses that dothe not vs loue ¶ Mother by hys sonne he hathe sende me a letter Promysynge heareafter to be to vs better And you and I with my greate clubbe Muste walke to him and eate a solybubbe and we shall make merye and synge tyrle on the berye With Simkyn sydnam somner that kylde a catte at comner There the tryflinge tabborer trowbler of tunys Wyll pyke Peter pybaker a penyworth of prunes Nycholl neuer good a nette and a night cappe Knytte wyll for kyt whose knee cawghte a knappe Dauid dowghtye dyghter of datys Gren with godfrey goodale wyll gretely at the gates Thom tombler of tewxbury turninge at a tryce wyll wype wylliam waterman if he be not wyse Symon sadler of sudeley that serued the sowe Hytte wyll Henrye hartlesse he harde not yet how Iynkyn Iaton that iabbed iolye Ione Grynde wyll gromellede vntyll he grone Prowde perts pykethancke, that pykid pernels purse Cut wyll the cakes thoughe Cate do crye and curse Roughe Robyn rouer rufflinge in ryghte rate balde Bernarde braynles wyll bete and Benet bate Folyshe frederycke furburer of a farte Dynge daniell deintye to deathe wyll with a darte Mercolfe mouylts moreninge for mad Marye Tyncke wyll the tables thoughe he there not tary Andrewe all knaue alderman of Andwarpe Hoppe wyll with holy hockes & harken humfreys harpe It is to to mother the pastyme and good chere That we shall see and haue, when that we come there Wherefore gentyll mother I the hartely praye That thou wylte charme for wormes this pretye boye Well sonne, seinge the case and mater standeth so I am contente all thy request to do Come hyther pretye childe I will the charme frome the wormes wylde but firste do thou me thy name tell ¶ I am called Telemachus there as I dwell