Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 15 (ang, hunc, fleire, shillings, chil, sblood…). Matches are highlighted.
so wretched as we The hold sort of my craft be all marred at ones The wind is so weyke it sturrerh nat our stones Nor skantly can shatter the shytren sail That hangs shaterynge at a woman's tail The rain never rests so long be the showers From time of beginning till four and twenty hours And end when it shall at night or at
revel of rain you know well enough Destroyeth the wind be it never so rough Whereby sins our mills be come to Still standdynge Now may we wind millers go even to hanging A Miller with a moryn and a myschyefe Who would be a Miller, as good be a thief Yet in time passed when grinding was Plenty Who were so like gods fellows as
times and hours I say we need no water mills at all For wyndemylles be sufficient to serve all. ¶In faith agreed but then by your licens Our mills for a time shall hang in suspens Sins water and wind is chiefly our suit Which best may be spared we will First dispute Wherefore to the see my reason shall resort Where ships by mean
Full speech
¶How is all the weather gone or I come For the passion of God help me to some I am a wind Miller as many more be No wretch is wretchydnes so wretched as we The hold sort of my craft be all marred at ones The wind is so weyke it sturrerh nat our stones Nor skantly can shatter the shytren sail That hangs shaterynge at a woman's tail The rain never rests so long be the showers From time of beginning till four and twenty hours And end when it shall at night or at none Another beginneth as soon as that is done Such revel of rain you know well enough Destroyeth the wind be it never so rough Whereby sins our mills be come to Still standdynge Now may we wind millers go even to hanging A Miller with a moryn and a myschyefe Who would be a Miller, as good be a thief Yet in time passed when grinding was Plenty Who were so like gods fellows as we As fast as God made corn we millers made meal Which might be best forborn for comone weal But let that gere pass for I fear our pride Is cause of the care which God doth us provide Wherefore I submit me intending to see What comfort may come by humylitie And now at this time they said in the cry The God is come down to shape remedy. ¶If Iupyter help nat it is as you say But in few words to tell you my mind round Upon this condition I would be bound Day by day to say our ladies sauter That in this world were no drope of water Nor never rain but wind continual Then should we wind millers be lords over all. ¶Why shall wind every where thus be object Nay in the hie ways he shall take a effect Where as the rain does never good but hurt For wind makes but dust and water makes dirt Powder or syrup sir which lycke you best Who lycketh nat the tone may lycke up the rest But sure who ever hath assayed such syppes Had lever have dusty eyes then dirty lips And it is said sins afore we were born That drught does never make dearth of corn And well it is known to the most fool here How rain hath pryced corn within Thy. vii. year. ¶Well sins this mill not serve I will allege the rest Sir for our will I say mine is the best My wyndmyll shall grynde more corn in one hour Then the water mill shall in three or four You more then thine should in a hold year If thou mightest have as thou hast wished here For thou desirest to have excess of rain Which thing to the were y e worst thou couldst obtain For if thou dydest it were a plain induction To make thyue own desire thine own destruction For in excess of rain at any flood Your mills must stand Still they can do no good And when the wind does blow the uttermost Our wyndemylles walde a main in every cost For as we see the wind in his estate We moderour sails after the same rate Sins our mills grynde so far faster then yours And also they may grynde all times and hours I say we need no water mills at all For wyndemylles be sufficient to serve all. ¶In faith agreed but then by your licens Our mills for a time shall hang in suspens Sins water and wind is chiefly our suit Which best may be spared we will First dispute Wherefore to the see my reason shall resort Where ships by mean of wind try From port to port From land to land in distance many a mile Great is the passage and small is the while So great is the profit as to me does seem That no men wisdom the wealth can extreme And sins the wind is conveyer of all Who but the wind should have thank above all. ☜By God but you shall nat tryfull me of so If these things serve nat I will rehearse more And now to mind there is and old proverb come One bushel of march dust is worth a kings ransom What is a hundredth thousand bushels worth than. ¶Much have you bound us for as I be saved We have all obtained better then we craved. ¶Well if my reason in this may nat stand I will forsake the see and leapt to land In every church where gods service is The organs bear brunt of half the quere I wys Which causeth the sound of water or wind More over for wind this thing I find For the most part all manner mynstrelsy By wind they deliver their sound chiefly Fill me a bagpype of your water full As sweetly shall it sound as it were stuffed with will. ❧ Let nat me be for got I besecheye
Plot summary
Plot — The Play of the Weather
Discord between the four gods responsible for snow, sun, rain, and wind is making the weather inconsistent. Jupiter calls a parliament to settle the matter and sends Merry Report to summon any suitors. Eight representatives of various professions and occupations ask for different kinds of weather to suit themselves. Jupiter declares the need for compromise: all their jobs are mutually interdependent despite their differing needs, so the weather will continue to be inconsistent. The suitors all praise the decision.