Wilson, Robert · published 1592 · first performed or written c.1581 (Annals) moral · Leicester's Men unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
No point da half, no point dinar, me will be a Turk I say, me be weary of my Christ's religion, and for dat me come away. Well seeing it is so, I would be loath to hear the people say, it was long of me Thou forsakest thy faith, wherefore I forgive thee frank and free: Protesting before the judge, and all the world, never to demand penny nor halfpenny. O sir Gerontus, me take a your proffer, and tank you most heartily. But signior mercadorus, I trow ye will be a Turk for all this. signior no, not for all da god in inda world, me forsake a my Christ. Why then it is as sir Gerontus said, you did more for the greediness of the money. Then for any zeal or good will you bore to Turkey. Oh sir, you make a great offence, You must not judge a my conscience. One may judge and speak truth, as appears by this, Iewes seek to excel in Christianitie, & Christians in Jewishness. Well vell, but me tank you sir Gerontus' wit all my very heart. Much good may it do you sir, I repent it not for my part. But yet I would not have this holden you to serve another so, Seek to pay & keep day with men so a good name on you will go. You say vel sir, it does me good dat me have cozened de Iew, Faith I would my lady Lucar de whole matter now knew. Uat is dat me well not do for her sweet sake, But now me will provide my journey toward England to take. Me be a Turke, no, it will make my lady Lucar to sine, When she knows how me did da scal Iew beguile. Mistress Love, I marvel not a little what coy conceit is crept into your head, that you seem so sad and sorrowful since the time you first did wed, tell me sweet wench what thou ailest, and if I can ease thy grief, I will be priest to pleasure thee in yielding of relief. Sure thou makest me for to think somewhat hath chanced amiss. I pray thee tell me what thou ailest, and what the matter is. My grief alas I shame to show, because my bad intent Hath brought on me a just reward, and eke a strange event. Shall I be counted Love, nay rather lascivious Lust, Because unto Dissimulation I did repose such trust? But now i moan too late, and blush my hap to tell, My head in monstrous sort alas, doth more and more still swell. Is your head then swollen good mistress Love, I pray you let me see. Of truth it is beholded a face that seems to smile on me: It is fair and well favoured, with a countenance smooth and good, Wonder is the worst, to see two faces in a hood. Come let's go, we'll find some sports to spurn away such toys,
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No point da halfe, no point denere, me will be a Turke I say, me be weary of my Christs religion, and for dat me come away. Well seeing it is so, I would be loth to heare the people say, it was long of me Thou forsakest thy saith, wherefore I forgiue thee franke and free: Protesting before the iudge, and all the worlde, neuer to demaund peny nor halfepeny. O sir Gerontus, me take a your prosser, and tanke you most hartily. But eneor mercadorus, I trow ye wil be a Turke for all this. Seneor no, not for all da god in da world, me forsake a my Christ. Why then it is as sir Gerontus said, you did more for the greedines of the mony. Then for any zeale or good will you bare to Turky. Oh sir, you make a great offence, You must not iudge a my conscience. One may iudge and speake truth, as appeares by this, Iewes seeke to excell in Christianitie, & Christians in Iewishnes. Uell vell, but me tanke you sir Gerontus wit all my very hart. Much good may it do you sir, I repent it not for my part. But yet I would not haue this holden you to serue another so, Seeke to pay & keep day with men so a good name on you wil go. You say vel sir, it dus good dat me haue coosend de Iew, Faith I would my lady Lucar de whole matter now knew. Uat is dat me well not do for her sweet sake, But now me will puide my iourney toward England to take. Me be a Turke, no, it will make my lady Lucar to sine, When she knowes how me did da scal Iew beguile. Mistrisse Loue, I maruell not a little what oy conceit is crept into your head, that you seeme so sad and sorrowfull since the time you first did wed, tell me sweet wench what thou aylest, and if I can ease thy griefe, I will be prest to pleasure thee in yeelding of reliefe. Sure thou makest me for to thinke somewhat hath chaunst amisse. I pray thee tell me what thou aylest, and what the matter is. My griefe alas I shame to show, because my bad intent Hath brought on me a iust reward, and eke a strange euent. Shall I be counted Loue, nay rather lasciuious Lust, Because vnto Dissimulation I did repose such trust? But now i mone too late, and blush my hap to tell, My head in monstrous sort alas, doth more and more still swell. Is your head then swolne good mistris Loue, I pray you let see. Of truth it is behold a face that seemes to smile on me: It is faire and well fauored, with a countenance smooth and good, Wonder is the worst, to see two faces in a hood. Come lets go, wele find some sports to spurne away such toyes,