Preston, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1561 [c.1558-1569] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Strike of his head at one blow: we be Soldiers, Gog's heart let him know. O the passion of God, I have done by mine honesty: I will take your part héerafter verily. Then content let us agreed: Shake hands with me, I shake hands with thee. You are full of courtesy, that is the best: And you take great pain, ye are a mannerly gest. Why masters do you not know me? the truth to me tell: Not trust us, not very well. Why I am Ambidexter who many soldiers do love Gog's heart to have thy company needs we must prove. We must play with both hands with our hosts & host Play with both hands and score on the post. Now and then with our Captain for many a delay? We will not stick with both hands to play. The honester man ye, ye may me trust. Enter Meretrix with a staff on her shoulder. What? is there no lads here that hath a lust: To have a passing Trul to help at their need? Gog's heart she is come indeed. What mistress Meretrix by his wounds welcome to me: What will ye give me I pray you let me see? By his heart she looks for gifts by and by. What master Ruf, I cry you mercy. The last time I was with you I got a broken head. And lay in the street all night for want of a bed. Gog's wounds kiss me my Trul so white: In thee I swear is all my delight. If thou shouldest have had a broken bed for my sake: I would have made his head to ache. What master Ambidexter, who looked for you? Mistress Meretrix I thought not to see you here now. There is no remedy at meeting I must have a kiss: What man? I will not stick for that by gisse. So now gramercy, I pray thee be gone: Nay soft my friend I mean to have one. Nay soft I swear, and if ye were my brother: Before I let go I will have an other. Gog's heart the whore would not kiss me yet: If I be a whore. thou art a knave than it is quit. But hearst thou Meretrix, with who this night wilt the lyee With him that giveth the most money. Gog's heart, I have no money in purse, ne yet in clout: Then get thee hence and pack like a Lout. Adieu like a Whore. Farewell like a knave. Gog's Nails, Mistress Meretrix now he is gone: A match ye shall make strait with me: I will give thee sixpences to lie one night with thee. Gog's heart slave dost thou think I am a six penny Iug:: Not wis ye Iack I look a little more smug. I will give her xviij. pnce to serve me first: Gramercy Snuff, thou art not the worst. By God's heart she were better be hanged, to forsake me and take this
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Strike of his hed at one blowe: we be Souldiers, Gogs hart let him knowe. O the paſſion of God, I haue doon by mine honeſty: I wil take your parte héeraſter verily. Then content let vs agree: Shake hands with me, I ſhake hands with thée. Ye are ful of curteſye, that is the beſt: And you take great pain, ye are a mannerly geſt. Why maiſters doo you not knowe me? the trueth to me tel: No truſt vs, not very wel. Why I am Ambidexter who many ſouldiers doo loue Gogs hart to haue thy cōpany néeds we muſt prooue. We muſt play with bothe hands with our hoſtes & hoſt Play with bothe hands and ſcore on the poſte. Now and then with our Captain for many a delay? We wil not ſtick with bothe hands to play. The honeſter man ye, ye may me truſt. ¶ Enter Meretrix with a ſtaf on her shoulder. What? is there no lads heer that hath a luſt: To haue a paſſing Trul to help at their néed? Gogs hart ſhe is come indéed. What miſtres Meretrix by his woūds welcome to me: What wil ye giue me I pray you let me ſée? By his hart ſhe lookes for gifts by and by. What maiſter Ruf, I cry you mercy. The laſt time I was with you I got a broken hed. And lay in the ſtréet all night for want of a bed. Gogs wounds kiſſe me my Trul ſo white: In thee I ſweare is all my delight. If thou ſhouldeſt haue had a broken bed for my ſake: I would haue made his hed to ake. What maiſter Ambidexter, who looked for you? Miſtres Meretrix I thought not to ſee you héer now. There is no remedy at meeting I muſt haue a kiſſe: What man? I wil not ſtick for that by giſſe. So now gramercy, I pray thée be gone: Nay ſoft my fréend I meane to haue one. Nay ſoft I ſwere, and if ye were my brother: Before I let go I wil haue an other. Gogs hart the whore would not kiſſe me yet: If I be a whore. thou art a knaue then it is quit. But hearſt thou Meretrix, with who this night wilt ye lyee With him that giueth the moſte monye. Gogs hart, I haue no money in purſſe, ne yet in clout: Then get thée hence and pack like a Lout. Adieu like a Whore. Farwel like a knaue. Gogs Nailes, Miſtres Meretrix now he is gone: A match ye ſhall make ſtraight with me: I wil giue thee ſixpence to lye one night with thée. Gogs hart ſlaue dooſt thou think I am a ſix peny Iug: No wis ye Iack I look a little more ſmug. I wil giue her xviij. pnce to ſerue me firſt: Gramercy Snuf, thou art not the wurſt. By Gogs hart ſhe were better be hanged, to forſake me and take this