Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Conflict of Conscience · chunk 12 of 42

Woodes, Nathaniel · published 1581 · first performed or written 1572 [1570-1581] (Annals)
moral
T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.76 · 492 words

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

Hold thy hand Hypocrisy, I pray thee heartily: So like a mad man with thy friends do not fare. For neither of you both, a pin do I care: Go shake your ears both, like slaves as you be, And look not in your need to be holpen of me. What Master Hypocrisy, will you take snuff so soon? Marry then you had need to be kept very warm, I swear to your mastership, by the men in the Moon, That to your person I intended no harm: But that I am weary, I would both your tongue's charm See how to my face they do me deride, I will not therefore in your companies abide. Why master Hypocrisy, what would you that I do? For my offence, of mercy I you pray. With thee I am at one, but of that Merchant to, I look for some amends, or else I will away: The presumptuous fools part herein thou dost play, What? of thy Master, doest thou look for obeisance, I will not once entreat thee, if thou wilt get thee hence. Nimia familiaritas parit contemptum, The old proverb by me is verified, By too much familiarity contemned be some: Even so at this present to me it betide: For of long time Hypocrisy hath ruled as guide: While now of later days, through Heretics resistance I retained Tyranny to yield me assistance. But through over much lenity, he thinks himself check mate With me his good patron, Master Hypocrisy. List I pray thee Avarice, how this rascal can prate: And with me Tyranny doth challenge equality: Where he of himself hath neither strength nor ability But thou to him riches, and I strength do give, So that I must be his master, though it both him grieve. Two Dogs oftentimes one bone would fain catch, But yet the third do both them deceive, Even so Hypocrisy for the pre-eminence doth snatch: Which Tyranny gapes for, ye may, perceive: But I must obtain it, for of me they retain All kind of riches, their states to maintain, To yield to me therefore they must be both fain. Was Iudas Christ's master, because he bore the purs Nay rather of all, he was least regarded, Have not men of honour, Stewards to disburse: All such sums of money, wherewith they be charged: Yet above their master their honour is not enlarged: Even so, thee Avarice, my Steward I account, To pay that whereto my charges amount. And to thee tyranny, this one word I object, Whether was Ioab or David the King? When Ioab was glad his ease to reject: The Ammonites in Rabah, to confusion to bring: When David with Bethseba at home was sleeping: Was not Ioab his servant, in warfare to fight, And so art thou mine, mine enemies to quite. Nay then at the hole god give you good night: Shall Tyranny to Hypocrisy in any point yield?
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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 590–645 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 42 in this edition
Length492 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvation cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.759 (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)
Holde thy hand Hypocriſie, I pray thee hartely: So lyke a mad man with thy friendes doo not fare. For nether of you both, a pin doo I care: Goe ſhake your eares both, like ſlaues as you bee, And looke not in your neede to be holpen of mee. What Maſter Hypocriſie, will you take ſnuffe ſo ſoone? Marry then you had néeede to be kept very warme, I ſweare to your maiſterſhip, by the men in the Moone, That to your perſon I entended no harme: But that I am wearie, I would both your tongs charme See how to my face they do mée deride, I will not therfore in your companies abide. Why maſter Hipocriſie, what would you that I doo? For my offence, of mercie I you praye. With thée I am at one, but of that Marchant to, I looke for ſome amendes, or els I will away: The preſumptuous fooles parte héerein thou doeſt play, What? of thy Maſter, dooeſt thou looke for obayſance, I will not once intreate thée, if thou wilt get thée hence. Nimia familiaritas parit contemptum, The olde prouerbe by mée is verefied, By too much famyliaritie contemned be ſome: Euen ſo at this preſent to mée it betide: For of long time Hypocriſie hath ruled as guide: While now of later daies, through Heretikes reſiſtaunce I retained Tyranny to yéeld mée aſiſtaunce. But through ouer much lenytie, he thinks himſelf check mate With mée his good patron, Maſter Hypocriſie. Lyſt I pray thée Auarice, how this raſcall can prate: And with mée Tyranny doth chalenge equalytie: Where hee of himſelfe hath neither ſtrength nor hability But thou to him riches, and I ſtrength doo giue, So that I muſt be his maſter, though it both him gréeue. Two Dogges oftentimes one bone would faine catch, But yet the thirde doo both them deceiue, Euen ſo Hypocriſie for the preheminence dooth ſnatch: Which Tiranny gapes for, ye may, perceiue: But I muſt obtaine it, for of mée they retaine All kinde of riches, their ſtates to mayntaine, To yeelde to mee therfore they muſt be both faine. Was Iudas Chriſtes maſter, becauſe he ba the purs Nay rather of all, he was leaſt regarded, Haue not men of honor, Stewards to diſburſe: All ſuch ſummes of mony, wherwith they be charged: Yet aboue their maiſter their honor is not enlarged: Euen ſo, thee Auarice, my Steward I account, To pay that whereto my charges amount. And to thee Tirranny, this one word I obiect, Whether was Ioab or Dauid the King? When Ioab was glad his eaſe to reiect: The Ammonyts in Rabah, to confuſion to bring: When Dauid with Bethſeba at home was ſleeping: Was not Ioab his ſeruant, in warfare to fight, And ſo art thou mine, mine enimies to quight. Nay then at the hole god giue you good night: Shall Tiranny to Hypocriſie in any point yéelde?