Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Ha, ha, he, mar his hat quoth he? there was all his thought Tout tout, for the blow he set not a pin: That garment is dyer, that with blow is bought, Well sirs to in treat me, sith you begin? I am contented, my blade, now shall in. But tell me sirs tell me no wherefore of me, The cause on this sort, your talking should be. By gis and iche Ihill master, for all my great pain, Of this matter to you to tell the very plain: My neighbour hodge and I, in good sooth, Mot hear in the wields, I tell you the truth: Now as we were talking, mark what I zaye, You came in straight, and of us crossed the way. Which thing for certain, when I did espy, This fancy vlouncht, in my head by and by: And to hodge I said that, by gys I did veare, That your maship, good master the deviance doth bear, And be cause you wear little, and of stature but small: Your person a hourchet, in faith I did call. But by gis be contented, vor Ihill never more, Ofvend you a gains, but cham zorey thearvore. If they wear not twain, I cared not a point, But two is to many, the proverb douth tell: else be his oundes, I would iobard this joint, And teach them against me, again to rebel? O that I wear a bull, the knaves vor to quell, Then would I triumph, passing all measure. Gentle man gentle man, at your own pleasure: In faith we be, and therefore we pray, What they name, is to us vor to say. My name would ye know, marry you shall, Hark friend, first to the I will it declare: Master patience master patience, many on doth me call? But come heather nabor hodge, thou must have a share. By gys unto the I will not spare, The same for to show, whearfore my friend, My name is patience if thou it perpend. Past shame? Gods gée neighbour past shame? By gods de neighbour thates a tryccom name. Tell a mare a tall, and she'll girded out a fart See bow thee as my words, douth mistake, Would it not anger a saint at the heart: To see what a scoff of my name, he doth make? O oundes of me, as still as a stake. He standeth, nought caring what of him may betyde, Be his wounds, I would have a arm, or a side. Sought let me see, it is best to be still, Good sleeping in a hole skin, old folks do say, Not withstanding I wis, ill have mine own will. Nay I will be revenged, by his oundes and I may, sirrah you good man Rustycus, mark what I say: Hark in thine ear man, this did I see, A hog of thine wearied to be.
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Ha, ha, he, mar his hat quoth he? thear was all his thought Tout tout, for the bloſe he ſet not a pyn: That garment is dyer, that with bloſe is bought, Well ſieres to in treat me, ſyth you begyn? I am contentyd, my blade, now ſhaull in. But tell me ſyeres tell me no whearefore of me, The cauſe on this ſort, your taullkynge ſhould be. By gis and iche chyll maſter, for all my great payne, Of this matter to you to tell the veary playne: My naybor hodge and I, in good ſouth, Mot hear in the veldes, I tell you the truth: Now as we wear talkinge, marke what I zaye, You came in ſtraight, and of vs croſt the waye. Which thinge for zartyn, when I dyd eſpye, This fancey vlouncht, in my head by and by: And to hodge I zayde that, by gys I dyd veare, That your maſſhyp, good maſter the devyaunce doth beare, And be cauſe you weare lyttell, and of ſtature but ſmaull: Your perſon a hourchet, in fayth I dyd caull. But by gis be contentyd, vor chyll neauer more, Ofvend you a gains, but cham zorey thearuore. Yf they weare not twayne, I cared not a poynt, But two is to meyney, the prouerbe douth tell: Elles be his oundes, I would iobard this ioynt, And teache them agaynſte me, againe to rebell? O that I wear abull, the knaues vor to quell, Then would I tryomphe, paſſinge all meaſure. Zentyll man zentyll man, at your owne pleaſure: In fayth we be, and thearuore we praye, What they name, is to vs vor to zaye. My name would ye kno, marrey you ſhaull, Harke frynde, fourſt to the I wyll it declare: Maſter pacience maſter pacience, many on doth me caull? But com heather nabor hodge, thou muſt haue a ſhare. By gys vnto the I wyll not ſpare, The ſame for to ſhowe, whearfore my frend, My name is pacience if thou it perpend. Paſt ſhame? Godes gée naybor paſt ſhame? By godes de naybor thates a tryccom name. Tell a mare a tall, and ſhyell gerd out a fart Se bow the as my wordes, douth myſtake, Would it not anger a ſaynt at the hart: To ſe what a ſcoffe of my name, he douth make? O oundes of me, as ſtill as a ſtake. He ſtandith, nought caring what of him maye be tyde, Be his woundes, I wod haue a arme, or a ſyde. Sought let me ſe, it is beſt to be ſtyll, Good ſlepinge in a hole ſkynne, ould foulkes do ſaye, Not withſtanding I wis, ill haue myne owne wyll. Naye I wyll be reuenged, by his oundes and I maye, Syrra you good man Ruſtycus, marke what I ſaye: Harke in thine eare man, this dyd I ſee, A hoge of thyne wearyed to be.