Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
No pretty boy, but do thou us two commend to thy father and mother, tell them that we intend Both my mother and I to see them shortly Ye shall be heartily welcome to them I dare well say Far ye well, by your leave, now I will depart away Son, give me thy hand, far well I pray god keep the from apparel iwis it is a proper child and in behaviour nothing wild Ye may see what is good education I would every man after this fashion Had their children up brought then many of them would not have been so nonghte A child is better unborn than untaught Ye say truth mother, well let all this go and make you ready Ulisses to go to with me anon, be ye so content I am well pleased to your will I assent For all though that I love him but very evil It is good to set a candle before the devil Of most part of great men I swear by this fire Light is the thank but heavy is the ire Far well son, I will go me to prepare Mother God be with you and keep you from care What somever I say sirs, I think ill might she care I care not if the old witch were dead It were an almoys deed to knock by'r in the head And say on the worms that she did die For there be many that my lands would buy By god's blessed brother If I were not seek of the mother this totheles trot keep the me hard And suffereth no money in my ward But by the blessed trinity If she will no sooner ded be I will with a coyshiou stop her breath till she have forgot new marketh heth Ill might I far If that I care Nyr to spare About the house she hoppeth and her nose oft droppeth When the wortes she choppeth When that she doth brew I may say to you I am ready to spew the drops to see down run By all christian men from her nose to her knen Fie God's body, it maketh me to spit to remember how that she doth sit By the fire brawling scratching and scralling and in every place Leyenge oysters apace She doth but lack shells the devil have they whit, else At night when to bed she goys and pluicketh of her hose She knappeth me in the nose with tip, tap Flyppe, flap that an ill hap Come to that tap that venteth so Where so ever she go So much she daily drinketh That her breath at both ends styncketh That a horsecombe and an halter Her soon up talter till I say Dauydes psalter That shall be at nevermas Which never shall be, nor never was By this ten bones She served me once A touch for the nonce I was sick and lay in my bed She brought me a kerchyfe to wrap on my head And I pray God that I be dead If that I lie any whit when she was about the kerchief to knit
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T11 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶ No pretye boye, but do thou vs two commende to thy father and mother, tell them that we entende Bothe my mother and I to see them shortelye ¶ Ye shall be hartelye welcome to them I dare well say Fare ye well, by youre leaue, now I wyll departe awaye ¶ Sonne, geue me thy hande, fare well ¶ I praye god kepe the from parell Ywys it is a proper chylde and in behauioure nothinge wylde Ye maye see what is good education I woulde euery man after this fasshion Had their children vp broughte then manye of them woulde not haue bene so nonghte A chylde is better vnborne then vntaughte ¶ Ye saye truthe mother, well let all this go and make you readye Ulisses to go to with me anone, be ye so contente ¶ I am well pleased to youre wyll I assente For all thoughe that I loue hym but verye euyll It is good to set a candell before the deuyll Of moste parte of greate men I sweare by thys fyer Lyghte is the thancke but heauye is the ire Fare well sonne, I wyll go me to prepare ¶ Mother God be wyth you and keepe you frome care What someuer I saye syrs, I thyncke yll might she care I care not if the olde wytche were deade It were an almoys dede to knocke byr in the heade And saye on the wormes that she dyd dye For there be manye that my landes woulde bye By goddes blessed brother Yf I were not seke of the mother thys totheles trotte kepe the me harde And suffereth no money in my warde But by the blessed trinitye Yf she will no soner ded be I wyll with a coyshiou stoppe hyr breath tyll she haue forgotte newe marketh heth Yll myghte I fare Yf that I care Nyr to spare Aboute the house she hoppeth and hyr nose ofte droppeth When the wortes she choppeth When that she dothe brewe I maye saye to you I am redy to spew the droppes to see downe renne By all Chrysten menne Frome hyr nose to hyr knen Fye Goddes bodye, it maketh me to spitte to remember howe that she doth sytte By the fyer brallynge Scratchinge and scrallynge and in euerye place Leyenge oysters apase She dothe but lacke shelles the deuyll haue they whytte, elles At nyghte when to bedde she goys and pluicketh of her hose She knappeth me in the nose with typpe, tappe Flyppe, flappe that an yll happe Come to that tappe that venteth so Where so euer she go So muche she daylye dryncketh That hyr breath at both endes styncketh That a horsecombe and an halter Hyr soone vppe talter tyll I saye Dauydes psalter That shall be at neuermas Whyche neuer shall be, nor neuer was By this tenne bones She serued me ones A touche for the nones I was sicke and laye in my bedde She broughte me a kerchyfe to wrappe on my heade And I praye God that I be deade Yf that I lye any whytte when she was aboute the kerchefe to knytte