Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Jocasta · chunk 53 of 68

Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals)
tragedy
unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 494 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.

Give gave is a good man, what need we lash it out, The world is wondrous fearful now, for danger bids men doubt. And ask how chanceth this? or what means all this meed? Forsooth the common answer is, because the Lord hath need. A noble jest by gisse, I found it in my glass, The same fréehold our Saviour Christ conveyed to his ass. A text to try the truth, and for this time full fit, For where should we our lessons learn, but out of holy writ? First mark our only God, which ruleth all the roast, He sets aside all pomp and pride, wherein fond worldlings boast. His train is not so great, as filthy Satan's band, A smaller herd may serve to feed, at our great master's hand. Next mark the heathens Gods, and by them shall we see, They be not now so good fellows, as they were wont to be. Ioue, Mars, and Mercury, Dame Venus and the rest, They banquet not as they were wont, they know it were not best: So kings and Princes both, have left their halls at large, Their privy chambers cost enough, they cut off every charge: And when an office falls, as chance sometimes may be, First keep it close a year or twain, then geld it by the fee. And give it out at last, but yet with this proviso, (A bridle for a brainsick jade) durant bene placito. Some think these ladders low, to climb aloft with speed: Well let them creep at leisure then, for sure the Lord hath need. Duke's Earls and Barons bold, have learned like lesson now, They break up house & come to court, they live not by the plow. Percase their rooms be scant, not like their stately hour, A field bed in a corner couched, a pallad on the flower. But what for that? no force, they make thereof no boast, They feed themselves with delicates, and at the prince's cost. And as for all their men, their pages and their swains, They choke them up with chines of beef, to multiply their gains. Themselves lie near to look, when any lease doth fall, Such croomes were wont to feed poor grooms, but now the Lords lick al. And why? o sir, because, both Dukes and Lords have need, I mock not I, my text is true, believe it as your creed. Our Prelates and our Priests, can tell this text with me, They can hold fast their fattest fermes, and let no lease go free. They have both wife and child, which may not be forgot, The scriptures say the Lord hath need, & therefore blame them not. Then come a little lower, unto the country knight, The Squire and the Gentleman, they leave the country quite, Their halls were all to large, their tables were to long, The clouted shoes came in so fast, they kept to great a throng,
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PlayJocasta
AuthorGascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico
Publication year (edition)1575
First performance / composition (Annals)1566
First performance (BritDrama)1566 [1566-1567]
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeTranslation;Nonprofessional;University/Inns of Court
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 107 · TCP A01514 · DEEP 5007.03
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 3255–3298 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 53 of 68 in this edition
Length494 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T37 — Riches, poverty and covetousness at 0.692
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Giue gaue is a good man, what néede we laſh it out, The world is wōdrous fearfull now, for danger bids men doubt. And aſke how chanceth this? or what meanes all this méede? Forſooth the common anſwer is, becauſe the Lord hath neede. A noble ieſt by giſſe, I find it in my glaſſe, The ſame fréehold our Sauiour Chriſt conueyed to his aſſe. A text to trie the truth, and for this time full fitte, For where ſhould we our leſſons learne, but out of holy writte? Firſt marke our only God, which ruleth all the roſt, He ſets aſide all pompe and pride, wherein fond wordlings boaſt. His traine is not ſo great, as filthy Sathans band, A ſmaller heard may ſerue to féede, at our great maſters hand. Next marke the heathens Gods, and by them ſhall we ſée, They be not now ſo good fellowes, as they were woont to be. Ioue, Mars, and Mercurie, Dame Venus and the reſt, They bāquet not as they were wont, they know it were not beſt: So kings and Princes both, haue lefte their halles at large, Their priuie chambers coſt enough, they cut off euery charge: And when an office falles, as chance ſometimes may be, Firſt kéepe it cloſe a yeare or twaine, then geld it by the fée. And giue it out at laſt, but yet with this prouiſo, (A bridle for a brainſicke Iade) durante bene placito. Some thinke theſe ladders low, to climbe alofte with ſpéede: Well let them créepe at leiſure then, for ſure the Lord hath neede. Dukes Earles and Barons bold, haue learnt like leſſon nowe, They breake vp houſe & come to court, they liue not by the plow. Percaſe their roomes be ſkant, not like their ſtately houre, A field bed in a corner coucht, a pallad on the floure. But what for that? no force, they make thereof no boaſt, They féede themſelues with delycates, and at the princes coſt. And as for all their men, their pages and their ſwaynes, They choke thē vp with chynes of béefe, to multiply their gaines. Thēſelues lie néere to looke, when any leaſe doth fall, Such croomes were wont to feede poore groomes, but now ye Lords licke al. And why? oh ſir, bicauſe, both Dukes and Lords haue néede, I mocke not I, my text is true, beleeue it as your creede. Our Prelates and our Prieſts, can tell this text with mée, They can hold faſt their fatteſt fermes, and let no leaſe go frée. They haue both wife and childe, which may not be forgot, The ſcriptures ſay the Lord hath neede, & therfore blame them not. Then come a litle lower, vnto the countrey knight, The Squier and the Gentleman, they leaue the countrey quite, Their halles were all to large, their tables were to long, The clouted ſhoes came in ſo faſt, they kepte to great a throng,