Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Tide Tarrieth No Man · chunk 17 of 30

Wapull, George · published 1576 · first performed or written 1576 (Annals)
moral
T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds typicality 0.81 · 477 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.

Let me alone, I warrant thee some excuse I will have, And the worst fall I know, I shallbe but called knave. But yet sirs after him, I will high, And by the way I will invent some lie. Nay soft Profit, you must not go so, You must help to sing a part or you go. So it be short, I am well content. ¶And all the residue thereto do consent. WE haue great gayne, with little payne, And lightly spend it to: We doe not toyle, nor yet we moyle, As other pore folkes do. We are winners all thrée, And so will we bée, Where euer that we come a: For we know how, To bend and bow, And what is to be done a. ¶To knéele and crouch, to fill the pouch, We are full glad and fayne: We euer still, euen at our will, Are getters of great gayne. We are winners. &c. ¶It is our will, to poule and pill, All such as doe vs trust: We beare in hande, good friendes to stand, Though we be most vniust. We be winners. &c. ¶Full far aboutes, we know the routes, Of them that riches had: Whome through deceite, as fysh t bayte, We made their thrift forth gad. We are winners. &c. Now Coal profit, in faith gramarcy for thy song. Much good do it thee, but I am afeard I tarry to long. Therefore friends adieu, for I will be gone. Nay soft Profit, leave us not behind, For hence to depart, we also do mind. Then three knaves on a cluster, get you together, Needs knaves you must go, for so you came hither. But here we found thee, a Knave most of all, And so we leave thee, as thou dost us call. Now so is the purpose, and this is the case, Good cozen Cutpurse, if you be in place. I beseech you now, your business to ply, I warrant thee I, no man shall thee espy. If they do, it is but an hours hanging, But such a purse thou mayest catch, worth a years spending. I warrant thee encouraging thou shalt not lack, Come hither, let me clap thee on the back. And if thou wilt now follow my request, At Tyburn I may chance clap thee on the breast. So that of clapping, thou shalt have store, Here clapping behind, and at Tyburn before. But cozen Cutpurse, if aught thou do get, I pray thee let me have part of thy cheat. I mean not of thy hanging fare, But of thy purse, and filched share. Well sirs it is time, that hence I do pack me, For I am afraid, that some men do lack me. For some are perhaps, about some good deed, And for lack of courage, they dare not proceed.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Tide Tarrieth No Man
AuthorWapull, George
Publication year (edition)1576
First performance / composition (Annals)1576
First performance (BritDrama)1576 [1560-1576]
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 121 · TCP A14715 · DEEP 101
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1013–1074 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 30 in this edition
Length477 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawds cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.808 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T41 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶Let me alone, I warrant thée some excuse I will haue, And the worst fall I know, I shalbe but called knaue. But yet sirs after him, I will hye, And by the way I will inuent some lye. ¶Nay softe Profyte, you must not go so, You must helpe to sing a parte or you goe. ¶So it be short, I am well content. ¶And all the residue thereto do consent. WE haue great gayne, with little payne, And lightly spend it to: We doe not toyle, nor yet we moyle, As other pore folkes do. We are winners all thrée, And so will we bée, Where euer that we come a: For we know how, To bend and bow, And what is to be done a. ¶To knéele and crouch, to fill the pouch, We are full glad and fayne: We euer still, euen at our will, Are getters of great gayne. We are winners. &c. ¶It is our will, to poule and pill, All such as doe vs trust: We beare in hande, good friendes to stand, Though we be most vniust. We be winners. &c. ¶Full far aboutes, we know the routes, Of them that riches had: Whome through deceite, as fysh t bayte, We made their thrift forth gad. We are winners. &c. ¶Now Cole profite, in fayth gramarcy for thy song. ¶Much good do it thée, but I am afeard I tarry to long. Therefore friendes adue, for I will be gone. ¶Nay softe Profite, leaue vs not behind, For hence to depart, we also do minde. ¶Then thrée knaues on a cluster, get you together, Néedes knaues you must go, for so you came hether. ¶But here we found thée, a Knaue most of all, And so we leaue thée, as thou doest vs call. ¶Now so is the purpose, and this is the case, Good cosen Cutpurse, if you be in place. I beséech you now, your businesse to plye, I warrant thée I, no man shall thée espye. If they doe, it is but an howers hanging, But such a purse thou mayest catch, worth a yeres spending. I warrant thée encouraging thou shalt not lack, Come hyther, let me clap thée on the back. And if thou wilt now follow my request, At Tyborne I may chaunce clap thée on the brest. So that of clapping, thou shalt haue store, Here clapping behind, and at Tyborne before. But cosen Cutpurse, if ought thou do get, I pray thée let me haue part of thy cheate. I meane not of thy hanging fare, But of thy purse, and filched share. Well syrs it is time, that hence I doe pack me, For I am afrayde, that some men doe lack me. For some are perhaps, about some good déede, And for lack of corage, they dare not procéede.