A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 38 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
About me my friends, these words are actions in the Case, about me, No; no: hang those gluttons that cannot fast and pray. Well, for all your words, we must search you. Search me, take heed what you do, my hose are my castles, 'tis burglary if you break open a slop, no officer must lift up an iron hatch, take heed my slops are iron. Oh villain, see how he hath gotten victuals, bread, beef, and beer, where the King commanded upon pain of death none should eat for so many days, no not the sucking infant. Alas sir, this is nothing but a modicum non necet ut medicus daret, why sir, a bit to comfort my stomach. Villain thou shalt be hanged for it. These are your words, I shall be hanged for it, but first answer me to this question, how many days have we to fast still? Five days. Five days, a long time, than I must be hanged? I marry must thou. I am your man, I am for you sir, for I had rather be hanged than abide so long a fast, what five days? come i'll untruss, is your halter and the gallows, the ladder, and all such furniture in readiness? I warrant thee, shalt want none of these. But hear you, must I be hanged? I marry. And for eating of meat, than friends, know ye by these presents, I will eat up all my meat, and drink up all my drink, for it shall never be said, I was hanged with an empty stomach. Come away knave, wilt thou stand feeding now? If you be so hasty, hang yourself an hour while I come to you, for surely I will eat up my meat. Come let's draw him away perforce. You say there is five days yet to fast, these are your words. I sir. I am for you, come let's away, and yet let me be put in the Chronicles. Come careful King, cast off thy mournful weeds, Exchange thy cloudy looks to smoothed smiles, Thy tears have pierced the piteous throne of grace, Thy sighs like Imence pleasing to the Lord: Have been peace-offerings for thy former pride. Rejoice and praise his name that gave thee peace. And you fair Nymphs, ye lovely Ninivites, Since you have wept and fasted for the Lord, He graciously have tempered his revenge, Beware henceforth to tempt him any more, Let not the niceness of your beauteous looks, engraft in you a high presuming mind, For those that climb, he casteth to the ground, And they that humble be, he lifts aloft. Lowly I bend with awful bent of eye, Before the dread Iehouah, God of host, Despising all profane device of man, Those lustful lures that whilom led awry, My wanton eyes shall wound my heart no more: And she whose youth in dalliance I abused, Shall now at last become my wedlock mate. Fair Aluida look not so woe begun: If for thy sin thy sorrow do exceed, Blessed be thou, come with a holy band, Let's knit a knot to salve our former shame.
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About me my friends, these words are actions in the Case, about me, No; no: hang those gluttons that cannot fast and pray. Well, for all your words, we must search you. Search me, take héed what you do, my hose are my castles, tis burglary if you breake ope a slop, no officer must lift vp an iron hatch, take héede my slops are iron. Oh villaine, sée how he hath gotten victailes, bread, béefe, and béere, where the King commanded vpon paine of death none should eate for so many daies, no not the sucking infant. Alasse sir, this is nothing but a modicum non necet vt medicus daret, why sir, a bit to comfort my stomacke. Uillaine thou shalt be hangd for it. These are your words, I shall be hangd for it, but first answer me to this question, how many daies haue we to fast stil? Fiue daies. Fiue daies, a long time, then I must be hangd? I marry must thou. I am your man, I am for you sir, for I had rather be hangd thē abide so long a fast, what fiue daies? come ile vntrusse, is your halter and the gallowes, the ladder, and all such furniture in readinesse? I warrant thée, shalt want none of these. But heare you, must I be hangd? I marry. And for eating of meate, then friends, know ye by these presents, I will eate vp all my meate, and drink vp all my drink, for it shall neuer be said, I was hangd with an emptie stomake. Come away knaue, wilt thou stand féeding now? If you be so hastie, hang your selfe an houre while I come to you, for surely I will eate vp my meate. Come lets draw him away perforce. You say there is fiue daies yet to fast, these are your words. I sir. I am for you, come lets away, and yet let me be put in the Chronicles. Come carefull King, cast off thy mournfull wéedes, Exchange thy cloudie lookes to smothed smiles, Thy teares haue pierc'd the pitious throane of grace, Thy sighes like Imence pleasing to the Lord: Haue bene peace-offerings for thy former pride. Reioyce and praise his name that gaue thée peace. And you faire Nymphs, ye louely Niniuites, Since you haue wept and fasted for the Lord, He gratiously haue tempered his reuenge, Beware hencefoorth to tempt him any more, Let not the nicenesse of your beautious lookes, Ingraft in you a high presuming minde, For those that climbe, he casteth to the ground, And they that humble be, he lifts aloft. Lowly I bend with awfull bent of eye, Before the dread Iehouah, God of hoste, Despising all prophane deuice of man, Those lustfull lures that whilome led awry, My wanton eyes shall wound my heart no more: And she whose youth in dalliance I abus'd, Shall now at last become my wedlocke mate. Faire Aluida looke not so woe begone: If for thy sinne thy sorrow do excéed, Blessed be thou, come with a holy band, Lets knit a knot to salue our former shame.