Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Out alas this tidings are ill, My friend master Greediness, hath ended his days, Despair upon him hath wrought his will, And desperately now he is gone his ways. As one enraged and out of his wit, No remembrance of God he would have: Alas poor man he had a great fit, Before that well he was laid in his grave. Why but is Greediness dead in good sadness, My thinks these news are not true which you tell: Yes truly he died in a great madness, And went with the Tide boat straight into hell. Why fool, Greediness will never die, So long as covetous people do live: Than you belike do think that I do lie, I am as honest a man as any in your sleeve. I am sure he is dead, or one in his likeness, For when he was buried I stood by: And some said he died of the new sickness, Therefore sir think not that I do lie. For I am as sorry for the death of the man, As any man that liveth this day: Wherefore I must needs weep if I can. But hushed somebody is coming this way. Surely Authority the same is even he, I warrant you sir, you need not to doubt. Then will we handle him kindly thou shalt see. Therefore see that from us he escape not out. God save your honour, and prosper your estate, I am glad to see you approach this place: Those which say ill of you, I utterly do hate, I answer for your honour in every case. Ah crafty caitiff, why dissemblest thou so? Dost thou think that us thou mayest so blind, Thy contagious doings we right well do know, And eke thy property, nature and kind. Thou art an encourager to all kinds of vice, The Aged to avarice, and greedy desire, The younger sort lack none of thine advice, To all such acts as the Devil doth require. Lo Sir, I thought you did me mistake, I know right well, the man whom you mean, To fetch him heather, good speed I will make, I warrant you, I will shortly be here again. Nay soft he is here, whom that we would have, Therefore you need not him for to fetch. Yes I will fetch him, for he is a very knave, And alms it is, that a rope he should stretch. Upon thyself, just judgement thou dost give, Juvenal sayeth, Cities are well governed, Whereas such rebels are now suffered to live, But after their deserts, are justly punished. They which are Rebels, it behoveth in deed, That they be corrected and punished so, For they do much harm in every stead, But I am none such, I would you should know. Thou shalt know what thou art, or hence we depart, Faithful few upon him lay hold. By gis sir, than I will cause him to smart, Therefore to touch me, be not so bold. Sir see where cometh Correction also. Draw near Correction and thine office do, Take here this caitiff unto the jail.
nodes 1743–1805 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 30 in this edition
Length
520 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.776 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶Out alas this tydinges are ill, My friend mayster Gréedinesse, hath ended his dayes, Dispayre vpon him hath wrought his will, And desperately now he is gone his wayes. As one enraged and out of his wit, No remembraune of God he would haue: Alas pore man he had a great fit, Before that well he was layde in his graue. Why but is Gréedines dead in good sadnesse, My thinkes these newes are not true which you tell: Yes truely he dyed in a great madnesse, And went with the Tyde boate straight into hell. Why foole, Gréedinesse will neuer dye, So long as couetous people do liue: Then you belike doe thinke that I doe lye, I am as honest a man as any in your sléeue. I am sure he is dead, or one in his likenesse, For when he was buryed I stood by: And some sayd he dyed of the new sicknesse, Therefore syr thinke not that I doe lye. For I am as sorry for the death of the man, As any man that liueth this day: Wherefore I must néedes wéepe if I can. But husht some body is comming this way. ¶Surely Authority the same is euen he, I warrant you syr, you néede not to doubt. ¶Then wyll we handle him kindly thou shalt sée. Therefore sée that from vs hée escape not out. ¶God saue your honour, and prosper your estate, I am glad to sée you approch this place: Those which say ill of you, I vtterly doe hate, I aunswere for your honour in euery case. ¶Ah crafty caytife, why dissemblest thou so? Doest thou thinke that vs thou mayest so blind, Thy contagious dooinges we right well do know, And eake thy property, nature and kind. Thou arte an encorager to all kindes of vice, The Aged to auaryce, and greedy desyre, The yonger sorte lack none of thine aduice, To all such acts as the Deuill doth require. ¶Loe Syr, I thought you did me mistake, I know right well, the man whome you meane, To fetch him heather, good spéede I will make, I warrant you, I wil shortly be here agayn. ¶Nay softe he is here, whome that we would haue, Therefore you néede not him for to fetch. ¶Yes I will fetch him, for he is a very knaue, And almes it is, that a rope he should stretch. ¶Upon thy selfe, iust iudgement thou doest giue, Iuuenall sayeth, Citties are well gouerned, Whereas such rebelles are now suffered to liue, But after their desertes, are iustly punished. ¶They which are Rebelles, it behooueth in déede, That they be corrected and punished so, For they doe much harme in euery stéede, But I am none such, I would you should know. ¶Thou shalt know what thou art, or hence we depart, Faythfull few vpon him lay holde. ¶By gis sir, then I will cause him to smart, Therefore to touch me, be not so bold. ¶Syr sée where commeth Correction also. ¶Draw neare Correction and thine office doe, Take here this caytife vnto the Iayle.