Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Three Ladies of London · chunk 7 of 37

Wilson, Robert · published 1592 · first performed or written c.1581 (Annals)
moral · Leicester's Men
T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing typicality 0.77 · 484 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.

Doubt not fair Lady, we will not long absent be. Fellow Simony this fell out pat, so well as heart could wish, we are cunning anglers, we have caught the fattest fish, Certainly it is true that her grandmother told. Here is good to be done by use of silver and gold. And seeing we are so well settled in this country, Rich and poor shall be pinched whosoever come to me. Sirrah, being at Rome, and dwelling in the Friary, they would talk how England yearly sent over a great mass of money: and that this little Island was more worth to the Pope, than three bigger Realms that had a great deal more scope: For here were smoke pence, peter pence, and Paul pence to be paid, besides much other money that to the pope's use was made. Why, it is but lately since the Pope received this fine, Not much more than 33. years since, it was in Queen Mary's time. But England had never known what this great had meant, Had friar Austen from the Pope not hither been sent. For the Pope hearing it to be a little Island, sent him with a great Army over. And winning the victory, he landed about Rye, Sandwich, or Dover. Then he erected laws having the people in subjection, and for the most part, England hath paid tribute so long. I hearing of the great store and wealth in the Country, could not choose but persuade myself the people loved simony. But stay your talk till some other time, we forget my Lady, Of troth you say true, for she bade us make haste, but my talk methought savoured well, and had a good taste. Me judge in my minda dat me be not very far from de place where dwells my Lady Lucar: But here come une shentie man's so he do. Pray ye heartily signor leta me speak-a you, Pray ye do ye know un shentleman dat meshier Davie do call Yes sir, myself am he, and what would you withal? Good a my friend meshier Davie, helpa me pray ye heartily, for have sum acquaintance a with Madonna Lucar your Lady. Sir upon condition I will, therefore I would you should know, That on me and my fellows you must largely bestow: Whose names are Fraud, Usury, and Simony, men of great credit and calling, And to get my lady's good will and theirs it is no small thing But tell me can you be content to win Lucar by Dissimulation? A good o' my friend axa me no shush a question, For he dat will live in de world must be of the world sure, And de world will love his own, so long as the world endure. I commend you wit Sir, but here comes my Lady. Come hider, here's too tree Crowns for de speak me.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Three Ladies of London
AuthorWilson, Robert
Publication year (edition)1592
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1581
First performance (BritDrama)1581
Company (BritDrama)Leicester's Men
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 146 · TCP A15519 · DEEP 120
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 296–339 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 37 in this edition
Length484 words · 618 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T39 — Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.765 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T41 · seed 44: T39 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Doubt not faire Ladie, we will not long absent be. Fellow Symonie this fell out pat, so well as heart could wish, we are cunning anglers, we haue caught the fattest fish, Certainly it is true that her grandmother told. Here is good to be done by vse of siluer and gold. And seeing we are so well setled in this countrey, Rich and poore shall be pincht whosoeuer come to me. Sirra, being at Rome, and dwelling in the Friarie, they would talke how England yerely sent ouer a great masse of money: and that this little Yland was more worth to the Pope, than three bigger Realmes that had a great deale more scope: For here were smoke pence, peter pence, and powle pence to be paid, besides much other money that to the Popes vse was made. Why, it is but lately since the Pope receiued this fine, Not much more than 33. yeares since, it was in Queene Maries time. But England had neuer knowen what this great had meant, Had frier Austen from the Pope not hether been sent. For the Pope hearing it to be a little Yland, sent him with a great Armie ouer. And winning the victorie, he landed about Rye, Sandwych, or Douer. Then he erected lawes hauing the people in subiection, and for the most part, England hath paid tribute so long. I hearing of the great store and wealth in the Countrey, could not chuse but perswade myselfe the people loued symonie. But stay your talke till some other time, we forget my Ladie, Of troth you say true, for she bad vs make hast, but my talke me thought sauoured well, and had a good tast. Me iudge in my minda dat me be not verie far from de place where dwells my Ladie Lucar: But here come vne shentie mans so he doo. Pray ye heartely gnior leta me speaka you, Pray ye do ye know vn shentleman dat meshier Dauie doo call Yes sir, my selfe am he, and what would you withall? Good a my friend meshier Dauie, helpa me pray ye heartely, haue sum acquaintance a with Madona Lucar your Lady. ir vpon condition I will, therefore I would you should know, That on me and my fellowe you must largely bestow: Whose names are Fraud, Usurie, and Symony, men of great credit and calling, And to get my Ladies good wil and theirs it is no small thing But tell me can you be content to winne Lucar by Dissimulation? A good a my friend axa me no shush a question, For he dat will liue in de world must be of the world sure, And de world will loue his owne, so long as the world indure. I commend you wit Sir, but here comes my Lady. Come hider, heers too tree Crownes for de speke me.