Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Tide Tarrieth No Man · chunk 21 of 30

Wapull, George · published 1576 · first performed or written 1576 (Annals)
moral
unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 509 words

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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.

But better it is hardly to begin, And after in better estate to be: Then first to be aloft full trim, And after to fall to lower degree. Truly that is but a foolish toy, At the first to live hardly and bare: Many we see miss that hoped joy, And then it proveth, for others they spare. Have not many had, full sorrowful hearts, By losing of that which they did spare: Had they not better have taken their parts, Then so for others, themselves to make bare. And what know we, if we shall live, To take our parts of that we scrape: Would it not then your heart grieve, To leave your substance in such rate. Yea but sweet heart, if nought we shall have, When hereafter we shall aged war: Then had we better wish us in grave, Then needy poverty should us vex. Doubt you that such chance shall befall, Truly you are greatly unwise: We are able to keep us from such thrall, Spend, and God will send, else the proverb lies, His sending woman, we daily do see, Is a staff and a wallet unto such: Who such excessive spenders be, Experience thereof we have to much. Well husband this talk is in vain, Therefore cease so sharply to speak: For unless such talk you do refrain, I fear for unkindness my heart will break. I little thought that you would thus, Have now restrained me of my will: But now right well I may discuss, That you do love some other gill. Why woman dost thou think that I, Have thought all this while, as I have said: I did it only thy mind to try, For pleasure in me, shall not be delayed. While the time is, the time I will take, whatsoever I list to say: Of my goods no God I will make, Therefore good wife, do thy sorrow away. A faith are you such a one indeed, By gisse you made me almost afeard: My heart in my belly was ready to bleed, When such foolish words in you I heard. I would have counted him greatly unwise, If he were so foolish, as himself he made: Fools they are, which such pleasure despise, But I knew that therein he would not wade. And truly I am right glad to see, That so good an agreement between you is: For truly where couples do so well agree, It may not be chosen, but there is great bliss. I am sorry that thus we must part you fro, Courage it is time for us to depart. But yet my friends before that you go, Of a song help us to sing a part. By my troth husband we must needs have a song, Will you not help to further the same? Yes by my troth, so it be not long, Or else you might count me greatly to blame. And I am content a part for to bear. ¶Then be sure I will helpe in with a share.
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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 1262–1327 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 30 in this edition
Length509 words · 618 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T37 — Riches, poverty and covetousness at 0.789
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)
¶But better it is hardly to begin, And after in better estate to bée: Then fyrst to be alofte full trim, And after to fall to lower degrée. ¶Truely that is but a foolish toy, At the fyrst to liue hardly and bare: Many we sée misse that hoped ioy, And then it prooueth, for others they spare. Haue not many had, full sorrowfull hartes, By losing of that which they did spare: Had they not better haue taken their partes, Then so for others, them selues to make bare. And what know we, if we shall liue, To take our partes of that we scrape: Would it not then your harte gréeue, To leaue your substaunce in such rate. ¶Yea but swéete harte, if naught we shall haue, When hereafter we shall aged war: Then had we better wish vs in graue, Then néedy pouerty should vs vex. ¶Doubt you that such chaunce shall befall, Truely you are greatly vnwyse: We are able to kéepe vs from such thrall, Spend, and God will send, else the prouerbe lye, ¶His sending woman, we dayly do sée, Is a staffe and a wallet vnto such: Who such excessiue spenders bée, Experience thereof we haue to much. ¶Well husband this talke is in vayne, Therefore cease so sharply to speake: For vnlesse such talke you doe refrayne, I feare for vnkindnesse my harte will breake. I little thought that you would thus, Haue now restrayned me of my will: But now right well I may discusse, That you doe loue some other gill. ¶Why woman doest thou thinke that I, Haue thought all this while, as I haue sayd: I did it onely thy mind to trye, For pleasure in me, shall not be delayd. While the time is, the time I will take, What soeuer I list to say: Of my goods no God I will make, Therefore good wife, do thy sorrow away. ¶A fayth are you such a one indéede, By gisse you made me almost afeard: My harte in my belly was ready to bléede, When such foolish wordes in you I heard. ¶I would haue counted him greatly vnwise, If he were so foolish, as himselfe he made: Fooles they are, which such pleasure despise, But I knew that therein he would not wade. And truely I am right glad to sée, That so good an agreement betwéene you is: For truely where couples doe so well agrée, It may not be chosen, but there is great blisse. I am sorry that thus we must parte you froe, Corage it is time for vs to departe. ¶But yet my friendes before that you goe, Of a song helpe vs to sing a parte. By my troth husband we must néedes haue a song, Will you not helpe to further the same? ¶Yes by my troth, so it be not long, Or else you might count me greatly to blame. ¶And I am conent a part for to beare. ¶Then be sure I will helpe in with a share.