Udall, Nicholas · published 1566 · first performed or written 1552 [1552-1554(?)] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
No but that ye woo her to have her to your wife, But I could not stop her mouth. Heigh how alas, Be of good cheer man, and let the world pass. What shall I do or say now that it will not be. Ye shall have choice of a thousand as good as she, And ye must pardon her, it is for lack of wit. Yea, for were not I an husband for her fit? Well what should I now do? In faith I can not tell. I will go home and die. Then shall I bid toll the bell? No. God have mercy on your soul, ah good gentleman, That ere ye should this die for an unkind woman, Will ye drink our ere ye go. No, no, I will none. How feel your soul to God. I am nigh gone. And shall we hence straight? Yea. Master Roister Doister will straight go home and die. Heigh how, alas, the pangs of death my heart do break. Hold your peace for shame sir, a dead man may not speak. Nequando: What mourners and what torches shall we have? None. Dirige. He will go darkling to his grave, Neque lux, neque crux, neque mourners, neque clink, He will steal to heaven, unknowing to God I think. A porta inferi, who shall your goods possess? Thou shalt be my sectour, and have all more and less. Requiem aeternam. Now God reward your mastership. And I will cry halfpenny dole for your worship. Come forth sirs, hear the doleful news I shall you tell. Our good master here will no longer with us dwell, But in spite of Custance, which hath him wearied, Let us see his maship solemnly buried. And while some piece of his soul is yet him within, Some part of his funerals let us here begin. Audivi vocem, All men take heed by this one gentleman, How you set your love upon an unkind woman. For these women be all such mad peevish elves, They will not be won except it please themselves. But in faith Custance if ever ye come in hell, Master Roister Doister shall serve you as well. And will ye needs go from us thus in very deed? Yea in good sadness? Now Iesus Christ be your speed. Good night Roger old knave, farewell Roger old knave, Good night Roger old knave, knave knap. vt infra. Pray for the late master Roister Doister's soul, And come forth parish Clarke, let the passing bell toll. Pray for your master sirs, and for him ring a peal. He was your right good master while he was in heal. Qui Lazarum. Heigh how. Dead men go not so fast In Paradisum. Hethow. Soft, hear what I have cast I will hear nothing, I am past. Whough, wellaway. Ye may tarry one hour, and hear what I shall say, Ye were best sir for a while to revive again, And quite them ere ye go.
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No but that ye wowe hir to haue hir to your wife, But I coulde not stoppe hir mouth. Heigh how alas, Be of good chéere man, and let the worlde passe. What shall I doe or say nowe that it will not bée. Ye shall haue choise of a thousande as good as shée, And ye must pardon hir, it is for lacke of witte. Yea, for were not I an husbande for hir fitte? Well what should I now doe? In faith I can not tell. I will go home and die. Then shall I bidde toll the bell? No. God haue mercie on your soule, ah good gentleman, That er ye shuld ths dye for an vnkinde woman, Will ye drinke oure ye goe. No, no, I will none. How féele your soule to God. I am nigh gone. And shall we hence streight? Yea. Maister Roister Doister will streight go home and die. Heigh how, alas, the pangs of death my hearte do breake. Holde your peace for shame sir, a dead man may not speake. Nequando: What mourners and what torches shall we haue? None. Dirige. He will go darklyng to his graue, Neque lux, neque crux, neque mourners, neque clinke, He will steale to heauen , vnknowing to God I thinke. A porta inferi, who shall your goodes possesse? Thou shalt be my sectour, and hae all more and lesse. Requiem aeternam. Now God reward your mastershyp. And I wll crie halfepenie doale for your worshyp. Come forth sirs, heare the dolefull newes I shall you tell. Our good maister here will no longer with vs dwell, But in spite of Custance, which hath hym weried, Let vs sée his mashyp solemnely buried. And while some piece of his soule is yet hym within, Some part of his funeralls let vs here begin. Audiui vocem, All men take héede by this one gentleman, Howe you sette your loue vpon an vnkinde woman. For these women be all such madde pieuishe elues, They will not be wonne except it please them selues. But in fayth Custance if euer ye come in hell, Maister Roister Doister shall serue you as well. And will ye néedes go from vs thus in very déede? Yea in good sadnesse? Now Iesus Christ be your spéede. Good night Roger olde knaue, farewell Roger olde knaue, Good night Roger olde knaue, knaue knap. vt infra. Pray for the late maister Roister Doisters soule, And come forth parish Clarke, let the passing bell toll. Pray for your mayster sirs, and for hym ring a peale. He was your right good maister while he was in heale. Qui Lazarum. Heigh how. Dead men go not so fast In Paradisum. Hethow. Soft, heare what I haue cast I will heare nothing, I am past. Whough, wellaway. Ye may tarie one houre, and heare what I shall say, Ye were best sir for a while to reuiue againe, And quite thē er ye go.