Wager, William · published 1570 · first performed or written 1560 [c.1559-c.1570] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 497 words
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For thee we three have taken great thought, Lord, how far about for you we have sought? And I pray you where have you three sought for me? In the King's bench and in the Marshalsée. Yea, and in all the counties, and at Newgate: For these are places meet for thine estate. I perceive well it must be my chance: above all your kinsfolk you to enhance. Your place is at Saint Thomas awatring: Or else at Wapping beyond Saint Katherine's. There will I dub you Knights of the Halter: Among your mates there strongly to talter. You are to blame in faith Precipitation: For you began this fond communication. You are Knaves to use such salutation: Why Brother we speak for your consolation. Speak what you will, even with you I can make. Speak you in mirth, and in mirth I do it take. But by the mass and if you go about me to flout: I will make the better of all you three a Lout. No Sir, not, we came not hither you to molest: Our business I tell you is very earnest. By God's ears true, if now we make not shifted: We are all four like to have a great lift. If ever Covetous were in danger of punishment: He standeth now at the point of banishment. Sancte Blaci, you make me much to muse: Passion of me Sirs, why what news? I think the day of judgement be now at hand: For it was never thus since the world did stand. The worldly man hath forsaken Covetous clean: And unto Contentation, and Enough he doth lean. What doth he? Benidicite is this true? Yea faith, he is quite becomen a new. Moore over with the heavenly man he is associate: Where he studieth the rules of godly life early & late. Body of me Precipitation, fetch me my gown: My Cap, and my Chain, I will to the Town. Marry Sir, in deed it is time to stir Coals: I will go near to fetch some of them out of their holes. Haste maketh waste Brother Covetous ye wots: Not loo●●e so soon cold, as that is most hot. I warrant you the worldly man will soon be weary: For they will not suffer him once to be merry. And verily he is inclined to be naught: therefore think not that by them he will long be taught Now by the mass, of one that should have sapience, I never heard none utter such a foolish sentence. Know you not that when so ever a Sinner doth repent: That God forgiveth him his wickedness incontinent. True in deed as here tofore hath been seen: Many have been made heavenly that worldly have been. Here is your Gown, your Chain and your Cap: Body of me, but for shame thou shouldst bear me a rap. Whoreson théef, the Devil in Helthée choke: What meanest thou foolish knave to bring my Cloak.
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For thée we thrée haue taken great thought, Lord, how far about for you we haue ſought? And I pray you where haue you thrée ſought for mée? In the Kings bench and in the Marſhalſée. Yea, and in all the Countees, and at Newgate: For theſe are places meet for thine eſtate. I perceiue wel it muſt be my chaunce: Abooue all your kinſfolke you to inhaunce. Your place is at Saint Thomas awatrings: Or els at Wapping beyond Saint Katherins. There wil I dub you Knights of the Halter: Among your mates there ſtrongly to talter. You are to blame in faith Precipitation: For you began this fond communication. You are Knaues to vſe ſuch ſalutation: Why Brother we ſpeke for your conſolation. Speak what you wil, euen with you I can make. Speak you in mirth, and in mirth I doo it take. But by the mas and if you go about me to flowt: I wil make the better of all you thrée a Lout. No Sir, no, we came not hether you to moleſt: Our buſines I tel you is very erneſt. By Gods ares true, if now we make not ſhift: We are all foure like to haue a great lift. If euer Couetouſe were in daunger of puniſhment: He ſtandeth now at the point of baniſhment. Sancte Blaci, you make me much to muſe: Paſſion of me Sirs, why what newes? I think the day of Iudgement be now at hand: For it was neuer thus ſince the worlde did ſtand. The worldly man hath forſaken Couetouſe clene: And vnto Contentation, and Inough he dooth lene. What dooth he? Benidicite is this true? Yea faith, he is quite becommen a new. More ouer with the heauenly man he is aſſociate: Where he ſtudieth ye rules of godly life erly & late. Body of me Precipitation, fetch me my gown: My Cap, and my Chain, I wil to the Town. Mary Sir, in deed it is time to ſtir Coles: I wil go neer to fetch ſome of thē out of their holes. Haſte maketh waſte Brother Couetouſe ye wot: No looe ſo ſoon colde, as that is moſte hot. I warrant you the worldly man wil ſoon be wery: For they wil not ſuffer him once to be mery. And verily he is inclined to be nought: therfore think not that by thē he wil long be taught Now by the maſſe, of one that ſhould haue ſapiēce, I neuer heard none vtter ſuch a fooliſh ſentence. Knowe you not that when ſo euer a Sinner dooth repent: That God forgiueth him his wickednes incontinent. True in déed as héer tofore hath béen ſéen: Many haue been made heauenly that worldly haue béen. Héer is your Gown, your Chain and your Cap: Body of me, but for ſhame thou ſhouldſt beare me a rap. Whorſon thf, the Deuil in Helthée choke: What meaneſt thou fooliſh knaue to bring my Cloke.