Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Three Ladies of London · chunk 36 of 37

Wilson, Robert · published 1592 · first performed or written c.1581 (Annals)
moral · Leicester's Men
T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing typicality 0.81 · 492 words

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

Nor where is that wretch Dissimulation? He hath transformed himself after a strange fashion. Fraud: where is he become? He was seen in the streets walking in a citizen's gown. What is become of Usury? He was seen at the Exchange very lately. Tell me, when you heard of Simony? He was seen this day walking in Paul's, having conference & very great familiarity with some of the Clergy. Fetch Lucar and Conscience to the Bar. Behold worthy judge, here ready they are. Stand forth: Diligence divide them asunder. Lucar, thou art indicted by the name of Lucar, To have committed adultery with mercadorus the merchant, and Creticus the Lawyer. Thou art also indicted for the robbery of mercadore. Lastly, and chiefly, for the consenting to the murder of Hospitality. What sayest thou, art thou guilty or not in these causes? Not guilty, where are mine accusers, they may shame to show their faces? I warrant you none comes, nor dare to discredit my name: In despite of the teeth of them that dare: I speak in disdain. Impudent, canst thou deny deeds so manifestly known. In denial stands trial: I shame not, let them be shown, It grinds my gall, they should slander me on this sort: they are some old cankered currish corrupt Carls that gave me this report. My soul craves revenge on such my sacred foes, And revengement I will have, if body and soul I lose. Thy hateful heart declares thy wicked life, In the abundance of thy abomination all evils are rife: But what sayest thou Conscience to thy accusation that art accused to have been bawd unto Lucar, and spotted with all abomination. What should I say, nay what would I say in this our naughty living. Good Conscience if thou love me say nothing. Diligence, suffer her not to stand prating. What letter is that in thy bosom Conscience? Diligence reach it hither. Conscience speak on, let me heart what thou canst say, For I know in singleness thou wilt a truth bewray. My good Lord I have no way to excuse myself, She hath corrupted me by flattery, and her accursed pelf: What need further trial, sith I Conscience am a thousand witnesses, I cannot choose but condemn us all in living amiss Such terror doth affright me, that living, I wish to die: I am afraid there is no spark left for me of God's mercy. Conscience where hadst thou this letter? It was put into my bosom by Lucar: Willing me to keep secret our lascivious living, I cannot but condemn us all in this thing. How now malapert stand you still in defence or no? This letter declares thy guilty Conscience, how sayest thou is it not for Tell me, why standest thou in a maze? speak quickly: Hadst thou thy tongue so liberal, and now stand to study? O Conscience thou hast killed me, by thee I am overthrown.
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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 1558–1608 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 36 of 37 in this edition
Length492 words · 653 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T39 — Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.807 (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)
Nor where is that wretch Dissimulation? He hath transformed himselfe after a strange fashion. Fraude: where is he become? He was seene in the streets walking in a Citizens gowne. What is become of Usurie? He was seene at the Exchange very lately. Tell me, when you heard of Simony? He was seene this day walking in Paules, hauing conference & very great familiaritie with some of the Cleargie. Fetch Lucar and Conscience to the Barre. Behold worthy iudge, here readie they are. Stand forth: Diligence deuide them a sunder. Lucar, thou art indited by the name of Lucar, To haue committed adulterie with mercadorus the merchant, and Creticus the Lawier. Thou art also indited for the robberie of mercadore. Lastly, and chieflie, for the consenting to the murder of Hospitalitie. What saiest thou, art thou guiltie or not in these causes? Not guiltie, where are mine accusers, they may shame to shewe their faces? I warrant you none comes, nor dare to discredit my name: In despite of the teeth of them that dare: I speake in disdaine. Impudent, canst thou denie deedes so manifestly knowne. In deniall stands triall: I shame not, let them be showne, It grinds my gall, they should slaunder me on this sort: they are some olde cankered currish corrupt Carles that gaue mee this report. My soule craues reuenge on such my sacred foes, And reuengement I will haue, if bodie and soule I lose. Thy hatefull heart declares thy wicked life, In the abundance of thy abhomination all euils are rife: But what saiest thou Conscience to thy accusation that art accused to haue beene hawde vnto Lucar, and spotted with all abhomination. What should I say, nay what would I say in this our naughtie liuing. Good Conscience if thou loue me say nothing. Diligence, suffer her not to stand prating. What letter is that in thy bosome Conscience? Diligence reach it hither. Conscience speake on, let me heart what thou canst say, For I know in singlenes thou wilt a truth bewray. My good Lord I haue no way to excuse my selfe, She hath corrupted me by flattery, and her accursed elfe: What neede further triall, sith I Conscience am a thousand witnesses, I cannot choose but condemne vs all in liuing amisse Such terror doth affright me, that liuing, I wish to die: I am afraid there is no sparke left for me of Gods mercie. Conscience where hadst thou this letter? It was put into my bosome by Lucar: Willing me to keepe secret our lasciuious liuing, I cannot but condemne vs all in this thing. How now mallepart stand you still in defence or no? This letter declares thy guiltie Conscience, how saiest thou is it not for Tell me, why standest hou in a maze? speake quicklie: Hadst thou thy tongue so liberall, and now stand to studie? O Conscience thou hast kild me, by thee I am ouerthrowne.