A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 28 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.77 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Then frolic Uiceroys, Kings & potentates, Drive all vain fancies from your feeble minds. Priests go and pray, whilst I prepare my feast, Where Aluida and I, in pearl and gold, Will quaff unto our Nobles, richest wine, In spite of fortune, fate, or destiny. Woe to the trains of women's foolish lust, In wedlock rights that yield but little trust. That vow to one, yet common be to all, Take warning wantoness, pride will have a fall. Woe to the land where warnings profit nought, Who say that nature, God's decrees hath wrought. Who build one fate, and leave the corner stone, The God of Gods, sweet Christ the only one. If such escapes o London reign in thee: Repent, for why each sin shall punished be. Repent, amend, repent, the hour is nigh, Defer not time, who knows when he shall die? Longer lives a merry man then a sad, and because I mean to make myself pleasant this night, I have put myself into this attire, to make a Clown afraid that passeth this way: for of late there have appeared many strange apparitions, to the great fear and terror of the Citizens. Oh here my young master comes. Fear not mistress, i'll bring you safe home, if my master frown, then will I stamp and stare, and if all be not well then, why then to morrow morn put out mine eyes clean with forty pound. Oh but Adam, I am afraid to walk so late because of the spirits that appear in the City. What are you afraid of spirits, armed as I am, with Ale, and Nutmegs, turn me lose to all the devils in hell. Alas Adam, Adam, the devil, the devil. The devil mistress, fly you for your safeguard, let me alone, the devil and I will deal well enough, if he have any honesty at all in him, I'll either win him with a smooth tale, or else with a toast and a cup of Ale. Oh, oh, oh, oh, feign would I be, If that my kingdom fulfilled I might see. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Surely this is a merry devil, and I believe he is one of Lucifer's Minstrels, hath a sweet voice, now surely, surely, he may sing to a pair of Tongues and a Bagpipe. Oh thou art he that I seek for. Spritus santus, away from me satan, I have nothing to do with thee. Oh villain thou art mine. Nominus patrus, I bless me from thee, and I conjure thee to tell me who thou art? I am the spirit of the dead man that was slain in thy company when we were drunk together at the Ale. By my troth sir, I cry you mercy, your face is so changed, that I had quite forgotten you, well master devil we have tossed over many a pot of Ale together.
nodes 1214–1247 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 39 in this edition
Length
485 words · 630 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.771 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Then frolicke Uiceroies, Kings & potentates, Driue all vaine fancies from your féeble mindes. Priests go and pray, whilst I prepare my feast, Where Aluida and I, in pearle and gold, Will quaffe vnto our Nobles, richest wine, In spight of fortune, fate, or destinie. Woe to the traines of womens foolish lust, In wedlocke rights that yeeld but litle trust. That vow to one, yet common be to all, Take warning wantons, pride will haue a fall. Woe to the land where warnings profit nought, Who say that nature, Gods decrees hath wrought. VVho build one fate, and leaue the corner stone, The God of Gods, sweete Christ the onely one. If such escapes ô London raigne in thee: Repent, for why each sin shall punisht bee. Repent, amend, repent, the houre is nie, Defer not time, who knowes when he shall die? Longer liues a merry man then a sad, and because I meane to make my selfe pleasant this night, I haue put my selfe into this attire, to make a Clowne afraid that passeth this way: for of late there haue appeared many strange apparitions, to the great fear and terror of the Citizens. Oh here my yoong maister comes. Feare not mistresse, ile bring you safe home, if my maister frowne, then will I stampe and stare, and if all be not well then, why then to morrow morne put out mine eyes cleane with fortie pound. Oh but Adam, I am afraid to walke so late because of the spirits that appeare in the Citie. What are you afraid of spirits, armde as I am, with Ale, and Nutmegs, turne me loose to all the diuels in hell. Alasse Adam, Adam, the diuell, the diuell. The diuell mistresse, flie you for your safegard, let me alone, the diuell and I will deale well inough, if he haue any honestie at all in him, Ile either win him with a smooth tale, or else with a toste and a cup of Ale. Oh, oh, oh, oh, faine would I bée, If that my kingdome fulfilled I might sée. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Surely this is a merry diuell, and I beléeue he is one of Lucifers Minstrels, hath a swéete voice, now surely, surely, he may sing to a paire of Tongs and a Bag-pipe. Oh thou art he that I séeke for. Spritus santus, away from me satan, I haue nothing to do with thée. Oh villaine thou art mine. Nominus patrus, I blesse me from thée, and I coniure thée to tell me who thou art? I am the spirit of the dead man that was slaine in thy company when we were drunke togither at the Ale. By my troth sir, I cry you mercy, your face is so changed, that I had quite forgotten you, well maister diuell we haue tost ouer many a pot of Ale togither.