Anonymous · published 1570 · first performed or written 1568 [before 1569] (Annals) moral · Children of Paul's (first)(?) unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Come come lie down and thou shalt see, Non like to me to entertain, Thy bones and thee oppressed with pain, Come come and ease thee in my lap, And if it please thee take a nap, A nap that shall delight thee so, That fancies all will thee forego, Buy musing still what canst thou find, But wants of will and restless mind, A mind that mars and mangles all, And breedeth jars to work thy fall, Come gentle Wit & thee require, And thou shalt hit thy chief desire, Thy chief desire thy hooped pray, first ease thee here and then away, My bones are stiff and I am wearied sore, And still methink I faint and feeble moore and moore, Wake me again in time for I have things to do, And as you will me for mine ease, I do assent thereto, Welcome with all my heart: Sir boy hold here this fan, And softly cool his face sleep sowndly gentleman, This chair is chared well now ignorance my son, Thou seest all this how fittlye it is done, But woeste thou why? Nay bumfaye mother not I, Well I wot 'tis again whorchit trick and trime, Choulde rejoice my heart to chance coats with him, Dost thou remember how many I have served in the like sort, It doth my heart good to think on this sport wilt thou see this proper fellow served so, Choulde give tway pence to see it and twain pence more, Come of then, let me see thee in thy doublet and thy hose. You shall see a tall fellow mother, I suppose, Help of with this sleeve softly, for fear of waking, We shall leave the gentleman, in a pretty taking. Give me thy Coat, hold this in thy hand: This fellow would be married to Science I understand. But or we leave him, tell me an other tale: Now let us make him look, some what stolen. There lay and there be, the proverb is verified, I am neither idle, nor yet well occupied. Mother must I have his Coat, now mother must? Chal be a lively lad, with hay tistye tosty. Sleep sound and have no care, to occupy thy head, As near unto thy body now, as if thou hadst been dead. For idleness hath won, and wholly the possessed, And utterly disabled thee from having thy request. Come on with me my son let us go couch again, And let this lusty ruffling Wit, here like a fool remain. Up and to go, why sleep I here so sound: How falls it out that I am left upon the naked ground. God grant that all be well, whilst I lie dreaming here: Me thinks all is not as it was, nor as I would it were, And yet I wots not why, but so my fancies gives me, That some one thing or other, is my trier that grieves me. That are but fancies let them go, to Science now will I, My suit and business yet once again, to labour and apply.
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Come come lye doune and thou shalte see, Non lyke to mee to entertayne, Thye bones and thee opprest wyth payne, Come come and ase thee in my lappe, And yf it pleace thee take a nappe, A nappe that shall delight thee soo, That fancies all wyll thee forgoe, Bye muinge styll what canst thou fynde, But wantes of wyll and restles mynde, A mynde that marres and mangles all, And breadeth iarres to worke thy falle, Come gentle Witte & thee requyre, And thou shalt hytt thy chiefe desyre, Thy chiefe desire thy hooped praye, Fyrste ease thee here and then away, My bones are styff and I am wearyed sore, And still me thynck I faynte and feble moore and moore, Wake mee agayne in tyme for I haue thinges to doe, And as you wyll mee for myne ease, I doe assent thereto, Welcome wyth all my harte: Syr boye houlde here thys fan, And softly coole his face slepe sowndly gentleman, Thys chayer is chared well now ignoraunce my sonne, Thou seest all this howe fittlye it is done, But woste thou whye? Nay bumfaye mother not I, Well I wotte tis agaye whorchit tricke and tryme, Choulde reiounce my harte to chaunce cootes with hym, Doste thou remember how many I haue serued in the like sorte, It doth my hart good to thyncke on this sporte Wylte thou see thys proper fellowe serued soe, Choulde geue twaye pence to see it and tway pence moore, Come of then, let me sée thee in thy voublet and thy hose. You shall sée a taule felow mother, I suppose, Helpe of with this sleue softly, for feare of waking, Wee shal leaue the gentilman, in a pretie takinge. Giue me thy Cote, hold this in thy hand: This fellowe would be maried to Science I vnderstād. But or we leaue him tll me an other tale: Now let vs make him loke, some what stale. There laye and there bée, the prouerbe is verified, I am neither idle, nor yet wel occupied. Mother must I haue his Cote, now mother must? Chal be a liuely lad, with hey tistye tosty. Sleape sound and haue no care, to occupie thy head, As neare vnto thy body now, as if thou hadst ben dead. For Idelnes hath wonne, and wholly the possest, And vtterly dishabled thee from hauing thy request. Come on wih me my sonne let vs goe coutche againe, And let this lusty ruffling Witte, here like a foole remayne. Up and to goe, why sleape I here so sound: How fals it out that I am left vpon the naked ground. God graunt that all be well, whylest I lye dreaming here: Me thinckes all is not as it was, nor as I would it were, And yet I wot not why, but o my fancies giues mee That some one thinge or other, is my tryer that grees mée. That are but fancies let them goe, to Science now wyll I, My sute and busines yet once againe, to labor and aplye.