Like Will to Like (Quoth the Devil to the Collier) · chunk 18 of 23
Fulwell, Ulpian · published 1587 · first performed or written 1568 [1562-1568] (Annals) moral T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds typicality 0.80 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
gog's blood if Nichol newfangle serve us so: we may say that we have had a shrewd blow. For all that I had is now lost at dice, My Sword, my Buckler and all at sink and since, My Coat, my Cloak, and my Hat also, And now in my Doublet and my Hose I am feign to go. Therefore if Nichol newfangle help not now at a pinch: I am undone for land I have not an inch. By gog's wounds even so it is with me: I am in my doublet and my hose as ye see. For all that I had doth lie at pledge for Ale: By the mass I am as bare as my nail. Not a Cross of money to bless me have I, But I trow we shall meet with Nichol newfangle by and by. Turn hither turn hither, I say sir knave: For I am even he that you so fain would have. What? Master Nichol are you here all this while? I think I am here or else I do thee beguile. So God help me I am glad that you be in sight: For in faith your presence hath made my heart light. I will make it lighter anon I trow: My masters I have a piece of land for you, do you not know? Marry that is the cause of our hither resort: For now we are void of all joy and comfort. You see in what care we now stand in, And you heard us also even now I ween. Wh good maister Nichol let vs haue this land now: And we shall think ourselves much bound unto you. You know that I this land must divide. Which I shall do but a while abide. All thy goods for Ale at pledge be: And thou sayst a part of Dice hath made thee free. Rafe Roister come thou unto me. Because thou hast lost every whit at dice, take thou this bag to carry Bread and cheese. And take thou this bottle and mark what I shall say: If he chance to eat the bread and Cheese by the way. do thou in this matter follow my council: Drink by the drink and knock him about the head with the bottle And because that Raze is the Elder knave: this staff also of me thou shalt have? But where is the land that to us you promised: In faith good fellows my promise is performed. By gog's blood I thought that it would be so, This must you have whether you will or no. Or else fall to work with Shovel and with spade: For begging now must be your chiefest trade. God's heart can I away with this life? To beg my bread from door to door? I will rather cut my throat with a knife, than I will live thus beggarly and poor. By gog's blood rather than I will it assay: I will rob and steal, and keep the high way.
nodes 927–979 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 23 in this edition
Length
506 words · 617 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.804 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶ Gogs blood if Nichol newfangle serue vs so: we may say that we haue had a shrewd blowe. For all that I had is now lost at dice, My Swoord, my Buckler and all at sink and sice, My Cote, my Cloke, and my Hat also, And now in my Dublet and my Hose I am faine to goe. Therfore if Nichol newfangle help not now at a pinch: I am vndoon for land I haue not an inch. ¶ By Gogs wounds euen so it is with me: I am in my doublet and my hose as ye see. For all that I had dooth lye at pledge for Ale: By the masse I am as bare as my naile. Not a Crosse of money to blesse me haue I, But I trow we shall meet with Nichol newfangle by and by. ¶ Turn hether turn hether, I say sir knaue: For I am euen he that you so fain would haue. ¶ What? Maister Nichole are you heer all this while▪ ¶ I think I am heere or els I doo thee begile. ¶ So God help me I am glad that you be in sight: For in faith your presence hath made my hartlight. ¶ I wil make it lighter anon I trowe: My masters I haue a peece of land for you, doo you not knowe? ¶ Mary that is the cause of our hether resort: For now we are void of all ioy and comfort. ¶ You see in what care we now stand in, And you herd vs also euen now I ween. VVh good maister Nichol let vs haue this land now: And our selues much bound vnto you. ¶ You know that I this land must deuide. VVhich I shall doo but a while abide. All at pledge be: And a parte of Dice hath made thee free. come thou vnto me. Becase hast lost euery whit at dice, take yu this to cary Bread and cheese. And take thou this bottle and mark what I shall say: If he chaunce the bread and Cheese by the way. Doo thou in this matter follow my councel: Drink by the drink and knock him about the head with the bottle And because that Rase is the Elder knaue: this staffe also of me thou shalt haue? ¶ But where is the land that to vs you promised: ¶ In faith good fellowes my promise is performed. ¶ By Gogs blood I thought that it would be so, ¶ This must you haue whether you wil or no. Or els fall to woork with Shouel and with spade: For begging now must be your cheefest trade. ¶ Gods hart can I away with this life? To beg my bread from doore to doore? I wil rather cut my throte with a knife, then I will liue thus beggerly and poore. By Gogs blood rather then I wil it assay: I wil rob and steale, and keep the hye way.