Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Conflict of Conscience · chunk 19 of 42

Woodes, Nathaniel · published 1581 · first performed or written 1572 [1570-1581] (Annals)
moral
T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.62 · 495 words

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

Bay may troth, in reading any other, ne taym do I spend Far that ay ken, bay general caunsell, is canonised And bay the hely Pope himself is authorized: That Book farther, is wholly permitted, whereas, the Bayble in part is prohibited. And therefore, give it be lawful to utter my conscience, Before the new Testament ays give it credence. I allow his judgement before Ambrose & Austin, And for Hypocrisy, a more convenient Chapleyn, It grieveth me much that no fault we can spy, For now of some bribe disappointed am I, Yet happily he may tell us of some Heretics. Is there M. Parson in your parish no schismatics? Yai mara is ther a vara busy body, When will jest with me and call me fool and noddy, And sets his Lads te spout latin against me, But ay suppose then with Deparfundis Clam avi, And oftentimes he will reason with me of the sacrament, And say he can prove bay the new testament, That Christ's body is in Heaven placed, But ays not believe him, ay will not be awt faced, He says besaid that the Pope is Antichrist, Figured of Iohn bay the seven headed beast, And all awre religion is but mons invention, And with God's ward is at utter dissension, And a plaguy deal mare of sayk layk talk, That ay dare not far may nars bay his gate walk, But ay wawd he were brunt that ay mawght be whaiet, He must. have a cooler his tongue runs at riot. What is his name sir Iohn, canst thou tell us? Yai sir that ay ken he is cleped Phailelegoos. Wilt thou go show his house where he dwell? Yai or else ay wawd may sawl war in Hell, Te de him a pleasure ay wawd gang a whole year, Give it war but te make him a fadock te bear. Go with us Avarice and bear us company. Nay, if you go hence I will not here tarry. Away sirs in your business in a corner do not lurk, That my Lord Legate when he comes may have work. Come on let us go together sir Iohn. Ay sall follow after, God boy you good Gentleman. Farewell, three false knaves, as between this and London. What sayst thou? Hip. As honest men as the three Kings of Colon. This gear goes round if that we had a fiddle: Nay, I must sing too, heigh dery dery dery, I can do but laugh my heart is so merry, I willbe minstrel myself heigh diddle diddle diddle, But lay there a straw I began to be weary: But hark I here a trampling of feet, It is my Lord Legate I will him go meet. GO to Master Zeal, bring forth that Heretic, Which doth thus disturb our religion Catholic. Room for my Lords grate: what? no manner reverence, But Cap on head Hodge, and that in a lord's presence.
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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 955–1008 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 42 in this edition
Length495 words · 675 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvation cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.617 (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)
Bay may trooth, in readyng any other, ne taym do I ſpend Far that ay ken, bay geneal caūſell, is canonized And bay the hely Pope hymſelfe is authorized: That Buke farther, is wholly permytted, Wharas, the Bayble in part is prohibited. And therfore, gif it be lawfull to vtter my conſcience, Before the new Teſtament ays giue it credence. I allow his Iudgemnet before Ambroſe & Auſtin, And for Hypocriſie, a more conuenient Chapleyn, It gréeueth me much that no fault we can ſpye, For now of ſome bribe diſappoynted am I, Yet happily he may tell vs of ſome Heretykes. Is there M. Parſon in your pariſh no Sciſmatikes? Yai mara is ther a vara buſy bodye, Whe will ieſt with me and call me fule and noddye, And ſets his Lads te ſpowt latin ayenſt me, But ay ſpoſe then with Deparfundis Clam aui, And oftentimes▪ he wil reſon with me of the Sacarment, And ſay he can prooue bay the new Taſtament, That Chrayſtss body is in Heauen placed, But ays not beleue him, ay woll not be awt faced, He ſays beſayd that the Pope is Anticraiſt, Fugered of Iohn bay the ſeuen hedded beaſt, And all awre religion is but mons inuention, And with Gods ward is at vtter diſſention, And a plaguy déel mare af ſayk layk talke, That ay dar not far may nars bay his yate walke, But ay wawd he wer brunt that ay mawght be whaiet, He muſt. haue a cooler his tongue runnes at riat. What is his name ſir Iohn, canſt thou tell vs? Yai ſir that ay ken he is léped Phailelegoos. Wilt thou go ſhow his houſe where he dwell? Yai or els ay wawd may ſawl war in Hell, Te de him a pleſure ay wawd gang a whole yeare, Gif it war but te make him a Fadocke te beare. Go with vs Auarice and beare vs company. Nay, if you go hence I will not here tary. Away ſirs in your buſines in a corner do not luke, That my Lord Legate when he coms may haue worke. Come on let vs go together ſir Iohn. Ay ſall follow after, God boy you good Gentleman. Farewell, thrée falſe knaues, as betwéene this and London. What ſayſt thou? Hip. As honeſt men as ye thrée Kings of Colon. This geare goes round if that we had a fiddle: Nay, I muſt ſing too, heigh dery dery dery, I can do but laugh my hart is ſo merry, I wilbe minſtrel my ſelfe heigh didle didle didle, But lay there a ſtrawe I began to be wery: But harke I héere a tramplyng of féete, It is my Lord Legate I will him go méete. GO to Maſter Zeale, bring forth that Heretike, Which doth thus diſturb our religion Catholicke. Rowm for my Lords grate: what? no maner reuerence, But Cap on head Hodge, and that in a Lords preſence.