Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Conflict of Conscience · chunk 9 of 42

Woodes, Nathaniel · published 1581 · first performed or written 1572 [1570-1581] (Annals)
moral
T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.74 · 493 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.

Indeed such words our Belsire did speak, Which being remembered doth make my heart glad, But yet one thing my courage doth break, And when I think of it, it makes me full sad, I mean the evil luck which Hypocrisy had, When he was expelled out of this land For then with me the matter evil did stand. For I by him so shadowed was from light, That almost no man could me out espy, But he being gone to every man's sight, I was apparent each man did descry, My pilling and poling so that glad was I, From my nature to cease a thing most marvelous, And live in secret the time was so dangerous. Tush Avarice thou fearest a thing that is vain, For by me alone both you shallbe stayed, And if thou mark well thou shalt perceive plain, That if I Tyranny my part had well played, And from killing of Heretics my hand had not stayed, They had never grown to such a great rout, Neither should have been able to have banished him out: But sero sapiunt Phriges, at length I will take heed, And with blood enough this evil will prevent, For if I hear of any that in word or in deed, Yea if it be possible to know their intent, If I can prove that in thought they it meant: To impair our estates, no prayer shall serve, But will pay them their hire, as each one deserve. The Fish once taken, and scaped from bait, Will ever hereafter, be ware of the hook, Such as use hunting will spy the Hare straight, Though other discern her not, yet on her shall look: Again, the learned can read in a Book, Though the unskilful seeing equal with them, Cannot discern an F from an M. So those which have tasted, the fruit that we bear And find it so sour, will not us implant: Tush Avarice, I warrant thee thou néedst not fear, In the clergy I know, no friends we shall want: Which for hope of gain, the truth will recant: And give themselves wholly to set out Hypocrisy, Being egged on with Avarice, and defended by Tyranny. Well may the Clergy on our side hold, For they by us no small gain did reap, But all the temporalty, I dare be bold, To venture in wager of Gold a good heap, At our preferments will mourn wail and weep, Though indeed no just cause of joy they can find, Yet for fear of my sword, they will alter their mind. But I marvel much, where Hypocrisy is, methink it is long since, from us he did go, I doubt that of his purpose he miss: And therefore hath hanged himself for woe. How sayst thou Tyranny dost not think so In faith if I thought that he might be spared, And we have our purpose beshrew me if I cared.
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PlayThe Conflict of Conscience
AuthorWoodes, Nathaniel
Publication year (edition)1581
First performance / composition (Annals)1572 [1570-1581]
First performance (BritDrama)1572 [1570-1581]
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 131 · TCP A68918 · DEEP 110
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 420–475 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 42 in this edition
Length493 words · 619 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvation cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.743 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T4 · seed 44: T5 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Indéed ſuch woords our Belſire did ſpeake, Which being remembred doth make my heart glad, But yet one thing my courage doth breake, And when I thinke of it, it makes me full ſad, I meane the euil lucke which Hipocriſy had, When he was expelled out of this land For then with me the matter euill did ſtand. For I by him ſo ſhadowed was from light, That almoſt no man could me out eſpye, But he being gon to euery mans ſight, I was apparent ech man did deſcrye, My pilling and poling ſo that glad was I, From my nature to ceaſe a thing moſt merueilous, And liue in ſecret the tyme was ſo daungerous. Tuſh Auarice thou feareſt a thing that is vayne, For by me alone both you ſhalbe ſtayed, And if thou marke well thou ſhalt perceiue playne, That if I Tyranny my parte had well played, And from killing of Heretikes my hand had not ſtayed, They had neuer growen to ſuch a great rowt, Neither ſhould haue bene able to haue baniſht him out: But ſero ſapiunt Phriges, at length I will take héede, And with bloud enough this euill will preuent, For if I here of any that in word or in déed, Yea if it be poſſible to knowe their intent, If I can proue that in thought they it ment: To impaire our eſtates, no prayer ſhall ſerue, But will paie them their hire, as eche one deſerue. The Fiſh once taken, and ſcaped from baight, Will euer heareafter, be ware of the hooke, Such as vſe hunting will ſpie the Hare ſtraight, Though other diſcerne her not, yet on her ſhall looke: Againe, the learned can read in a Booke, Though the vnſkilfull eeing equall with them, Cannot diſcerne an F from an M. So thoſe which haue taſted, the fruite that we beare And finde it ſo ſower, will not vs implant: Tuſh Auarice, I warrant thée thou néeſt not feare, In the cleargy I know, no friends we ſhal want: Which for hope of gaine, the trueth will recant: And giue them ſelues wholy to ſet out Hypocriſie, Being egd on with Auarice, and defended by Tiranny. Wel may the Clergie on our ſide holde, For they by vs no ſmall gaine did reape, But all the temporaltie, I dare be boulde, To venture in wager of Golde a good heape, At our prefermentes will mourne waile and wéepe, Though indéede no iuſt cauſe of ioy they can finde, Yet for feare of my ſword, they will alter their minde. But I maruell much, where Hypocriſie is, Mée think it is long ſince, from vs he did goe, I doubt that of his purpoſe he miſſe: And therefore hath hanged him ſelfe for woe. How ſayſt thou Tyranny doeſt not thinke ſo In faith if I thought that he might bée ſpared, And we haue our purpoſe beſhrew mée if I cared.