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Clamitant intus serviWhere is he lay houlde on him knoc[ke]
downe w
t
h him I will haue one ioynt [of]
some ons fleshe.
M.
See yow not by the masse the knaves slipt away
my knighthodd is vtterly stanid for ever
a thousand pounde I had rather haue lost by this day
then this shoulde haue chaunced Ide haue fought my selfe lever.
Fye one yow beggars brattes what a praye haue we lost
a shame take yow slaves how haue you me vsed
Marry sir this Jacke prate will go boste
and say he hath cowde me. shall I thus be abused
Or.
I had rather haue found fortye pens my selfe that I had
If I take him right fort ile pay him oth peticote
Oe.
Ys he gone gads sides. this is too badde
Ile giue him his olde fippens if it lye in my lote
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Yow valiant vacabonndes why taried yow so longe
aledge a good cause or Ile rape you oth rages
Oe.
We coulde not but we must haue sustained great wronge
and shamed your worshippe with my beggarly Jages
Mi.
Why is not thy cote made of goode spanishe clothe
will not this livery your carcasse besime
Œ.
To tell yow my selfe I am some what loth
I am so frayde that youle fall in a fime
Mi.
Tel me then Orgalus as you feare my displeasure
Nay tell me in dede wt hout any laughter
Œ.
Good Orgelus tell him if thou hast so much leasure
if thou nedst ile doe as much for the hereafter
Or.
Ith morninge to reviue his spirites I thinke
and to breade some goode bloude toth alhouse he went
and there calde in for a gallonde of drinke
meaninge a shillinge perhaps to haue spent
and to breade some goode bloude toth alhouse he went
and there calde in for a gallonde of drinke
meaninge a shillinge perhaps to haue spent
As he satt there a while a makeshift comes in
Offeringe to be partaker in the shote
to fill the cuppes Œnophilus a freshe doth beginn
when as the cosiner a fardinge had not
Offeringe to be partaker in the shote
to fill the cuppes Œnophilus a freshe doth beginn
when as the cosiner a fardinge had not
As I came & founde Œnophilus oth ale benche
[My master] sendes for yow (saide I) you must n******
**** [one] worde (quoth he) & then Ile goe *****
[OMITTED]
[My master] sendes for yow (saide I) you must n******
**** [one] worde (quoth he) & then Ile goe *****
[OMITTED]
Whats the shote ostis he says Ile be gone
Ten groates and year welcome he lookt for his purse
This cusner had filtcht it & left him alone
to pay for the reckninge and that werse.
Ten groates and year welcome he lookt for his purse
This cusner had filtcht it & left him alone
to pay for the reckninge and that werse.
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Wt
h that when he sawe how the case wt
h him stode
he requested his ostice to trust him a weke.
not I Sr (quoth she) Ile none of that bith rode
so may perhaps my money goe seke.
he requested his ostice to trust him a weke.
not I Sr (quoth she) Ile none of that bith rode
so may perhaps my money goe seke.
Thers no remedye says he I my selfe am beguild
this pickpurse hath gotten my money & is fledd
she sayd nothinge but snatcht away wt h a wilde
his best liverye cote & in coffer it layde.
this pickpurse hath gotten my money & is fledd
she sayd nothinge but snatcht away wt h a wilde
his best liverye cote & in coffer it layde.
For his manner is when he waxeth once warme
to cast of his cote and take some colde aire.
sometyme perhaps he layst vnders arme
after one ginger bole he seldome doth it were
to cast of his cote and take some colde aire.
sometyme perhaps he layst vnders arme
after one ginger bole he seldome doth it were
When I saw how vnluckely this matter fell out
and the charge that yow gaue to bringe him in hast
I was faigne to goe trie my frendes all about
and so by this chaunce the tyme I did wast
and the charge that yow gaue to bringe him in hast
I was faigne to goe trie my frendes all about
and so by this chaunce the tyme I did wast
For trwly if he had come in his doublet ands house
he would haue made everie one your mastshipp to scorne
that old churle I am sure would haue borde you throughe nose
this trusse in all partes were so fouly torne
he would haue made everie one your mastshipp to scorne
that old churle I am sure would haue borde you throughe nose
this trusse in all partes were so fouly torne
Mi.
Thou disardly dronkerd thou besillinge beast
Ile bum fiddle the in faith ile swaddle your skinn
must you be wt h your cherye boles makinge a feast
when one me yow should tende will you never linn.
Œ.
O myne armes o my sides youle kill me bith mas
alas alas alas I praye yow strike not so sore
O my bones o my ribes a ladie & alas
Yf youle spare me this tyme ile never doe more.
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