Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Now here beginneth a game iwis For manhood they ween my name is But trust me sirs if I should not lie My name is called Injury Which name to hide I thought it polysie And turn it to manhood, and wot ye why? It is a part of our new experience When I against right make stiff defence That justice in his seat may not be enstabled Then am I Injury manhood called O than of me craketh every man How like a Lord this fellow steer can The law to defend without a fall For all their pleading in Westminster hall, Or say what they will and babble there Yet maintenance and I will keep the cheer If it come once to the country Then as I will so shall it be A very cause sirs why I hide my name Was, they should not suspect my fame Because I would spy all their intent To change their purpose after my judgement And so will I do, for this is their pretence By mean of justice to bring in experience That peace should continue the people among And so by that mean to banish me wrong But trust me sirs I will none of that But rather by their faces I will them scrat And me to maintain in this opinion I have an old mate called Dyvytion That shallbe of my counsel in this case Which I trust will not turn his face Till Peace be driven clean from Albyon And then let justice and me alone For I trust or he and I have done He shall go whistle in a mary bone As for any rightful judgement That after this shall follow his intent And now sirs will I go my way My fellow to seek, find him if I may. Have in the ruske Out of the busk A lusty Captain, A Boor with a tusk A sturdy Luske Any battle to detain A stalyon stout To bear it out In every where, And never to Lout For a knaves clout though my head it bear. As stiff as a stake Battle to make As never afeard. I can awake These knaves and take Them fast by the beard. For Peace is bend Nor 〈◊〉 intent To live at ease, Shall not prevent Let of my judgement To 〈◊〉 in disease. Such can I have To conjure a knave Out of his skin, Though justice rave To hang or save Fie on him whoreson. Marry fie on him whoreson What art thou mad again. What 〈◊〉 old friend Injury How were other hanged and 〈…〉 By god because I took delay▪ For lack of thee to be mine 〈…〉. What whoreson wouldest thou have me Be trussed up in stead of thee. Ye by god, but even for a say That I might learn of you to know the play. To play whoreson, what menist thou by that
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¶Now here begynneth a game ywys For manhode they wene my name is But trust mee syrs if I shuld not lye My name is called Iniury Whych name to hyde I thought it polysie And turne it to manhode, and wote ye why? It is a parte of our new experyence When I agaynst ryght make styffe defence That Iustyce in hys seate may not be enstabled Then am I Iniury manhode called O than of mee craketh euery man How lyke a Lorde this fellow stere can The lawe to defend without a fall For all theyr pledyng in Westminster hall, Or say what they wyll and bable there Yet mayntenaunce and I wyll kepe the chere If it come once to the countree Then as I wyll so shall it bee A very cause syrs why I hyde my name Was, they shuld not suspect my fame Because I wolde spye all theyr intent To chaunge theyr purpose after my iudgement And so wyll I do, for thys is theyr pretence By meane of Iustice to brynge in experyence That peace shuld continew the people amonge And so by that meane to banysh mee wronge But trust me syrs I wyll none of that But rather by theyr faces I wyll them scrat And mee to mayntaine in this opynion I haue an olde mate called Dyuycion That shalbe of my counsayle in thys case Whych I truste wyll not turne hys face Tyll Peace be dryuen clene from Albyon And then let Iustyce and mee alone For I trust or hee and I haue done He shall go whystle in a mary bone As for any ryghtfull iudgement That after this shall folow hys intent And now syrs will I goo my waye My felow to seke, fynde him if I may. ¶Haue in the ruske Out of the buske A lustye Captayne, A Boore with a tuske A sturdie Luske Any battaile to detaine A stalyon stoute To beare it out In euery wheare, And neuer to Loute For a knaues cloute though my hed it beare. As styffe as a stake Battayle to make As neuer aferde. I can awake These knaues and take Them fast by the berde. For Peace is bent Nor intent To lyue at ease, Shall not preuent Let of my iudgement To in dysease. Such can I haue To coniure a knaue Out of his skynne, Though Iustyce raue To hange or saue Fye on hym horson. ¶Mary fye on hym horeson What art thou mad agayne. ¶What olde freinde Iniury How were other hanged and ¶By god because I tooke delaye▪ For lacke of thee to bee myne . ¶What horson woldest thou haue mee Be trussed vp in stede of thee. ¶Ye by god, but euen for a saye That I might lerne of you to know the playe. ¶To play horson, what menist thou by that