Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Pardoner and the Friar, the Curate, and Neighbor Pratte · chunk 1 of 10

Heywood, John · published 1533 · first performed or written 1519 [1513-1521] (Annals)
not in BritDrama
T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.73 · 518 words

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

DEus hic/ the holy trinity Preserve all/ that now here be Dear brethren/ if ye will consider The cause why/ I am come hither Ye would be glad/ to know my intent For I come not hither/ for money nor for rent I come not hither/ for meat nor for meal But I come hither/ for your souls heal I come not hither/ to poll nor to shave I come not hither to beg nor to crave I come not hither/ to gloze nor to flatter I come not hither to babble nor to clatter I come not hither/ to fable nor to lie But I come hither/ your souls to edify For we freres/ are bound the people to teach The gospel of Chryst/ openly to preach As did the apostles/ by Chryst their master sent To turn the people/ and make them to repent But sith the apostles/ fro heaven would not come We freres now/ must occupy their room We freres are bound/ to search men's conscience We may not care for groats/ nor for pens We freres have professed/ wilful poverty No penny in our purse/ have may we Knife nor staff/ may we none carry Except we should/ from the gospel vary For worldly adversity/ may we be in no sorrow We may not care to day/ for our meat to morrow Bare foot and bare legged/ must we go also We may not care/ for frost nor snow We may have/ no manner care ne think Nother for our meat/ nor for our drink But let our thoughts/ fro luche things be as free As be the birds/ that in the air flee For why our lord/ clyped sweet Iesus In the gospel/ speaketh to us thus Through all the world/ go ye saith he And to every creature/ speak ye of me And show of my doctrine/ and cunning And that they may/ be glad of your coming If that you enter/ in any house any where Look that ye salute them/ and bid my peas be there And if that house/ be worthy and elect Thilk peace there/ than shall take effect And if that house/ be cursed or pervert Thilk peace than shall to yourself revert And furthermore/ if any such there be Which do deny/ for to receive ye And do despise/ your doctrine and your lore At such a house/ tarry ye no more And from your shoes/ scrape away the dust To their reproof/ and I both true and just Shall vengeance take/ of their sinful deed Wherefore my friends/ to this text take ye heed Beware how ye/ despise the poor freres Which are in this world/ Christ's ministers But do them with an hearty cheer receive lest they happen/ your houses for to leave And than god will take vengeance in his ire Wherefore I now/ that am a poor frere Did inquire/ were any people were Which were disposed/ the word of god to here And as I came hither/ one did me tell That in this town/ right good folk did dwell
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Pardoner and the Friar, the Curate, and Neighbor Pratte
AuthorHeywood, John
Publication year (edition)1533
First performance / composition (Annals)1519 [1513-1521]
First performance (BritDrama)1528 [late 1520s]
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 19 · TCP A03175 · DEEP 15
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 0–63 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 10 in this edition
Length518 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvation cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.727 (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)
DEus hic / the holy trynyte Preſerue all / that nowe here be Dere bretherne / yf ye wyll conſyder The cauſe why / I am come hyder Ye wolde be glad / to knowe my entent For I com not hyther / for monye nor for rent I com not hyther / for meate nor for meale But I com hyther / for your ſoules heale I com not hyther / to poll nor to ſhaue I com not hyther to begge nor to craue I com not hyther / to gloſe nor to flatter I com not hyther to bable nor to clatter I com not hyther / to fable nor to lye But I come hyther / your ſoules to edyfye For we freres / are bounde the people to teche The goſpell of Chryſt / openly to preche As dyd the appoſels / by Chryſt theyr mayſter ſent To turne the people / and make them to repent But ſyth the appoſtels / fro heuen wolde not come We freres now / muſt occupy theyr rome We freres are bounde / to ſerche mennes conſcyens We may not care for grotes / nor for pens We freres haue profeſſed / wylfull pouerte No peny in our purſe / haue may we Knyfe nor ſtaffe / may we none cary Excepte we ſhulde / from the goſpell vary For worldly aduerſyte / may we be in no ſorowe We may not care to day / for our meate to morowe Bare fote and bare legged / muſt we go alſo We may not care / for froſt nor ſnowe We may haue / no maner care ne thynke Nother for our meate / nor for our drynke But let our thoughtes / fro luche thynges be as free As be the byrdes / that in the ayre flee For why our lorde / clyped ſwete Ieſus In the goſpell / ſpeketh to vs thus Through all the worlde / go ye ſayth he And to euery creature / ſpeke ye of me And ſhew of my doctryne / and connynge And that they may / be glad of your comynge Yf that you enter / in any hous any where Loke that ye ſalute them / and byd my peas be there And yf that houſe / be worthy and electe Thylke peace there / than ſhall take effecte And yf that hous / be curſyd or paruert Thylke peace than ſhall to your ſelfe reuert And furthermore / yf any ſuche there be Which do deny / for to receyue ye And do dyſpyſe / your doctryne and your lore At ſuche a houſe / tary ye no more And from your ſhoes / ſcrape away the duſt To theyr reprefe / and I bothe trew and iuſt Shall vengeaunce take / of theyr ſynfull dede ¶Wherfore my frendes / to this text take ye hede Beware how ye / deſpyſe the pore freres Which ar in this worlde / cryſtes mynyſters But do them with an harty chere receyue Leſte they happen / your houſes for to leue And than god wyll take vengeaunce in his yre Wherfore I now / that am a pore frere Dyd enquere / were any people were Which were dyſpoſyd / the worde of god to here And as I cam hether / one dyd me tell That in this towne / ryght good folke dyd dwell