Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Play of the Weather · chunk 2 of 21

Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1528 [1519-1528] (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 491 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.

Which seen in themself and further considering The same to the redress was cause of their assemble And also that we evermore being Beside one puissant power of deite Of wisdom and nature so noble and free From all extremities the mean dividing To peal and plente each thing attempering. They have in conclusion wholly sundered Into our hands as much concerning All manner of wethers by them engendered The full of their powers for term everlasting To set such order as standeth with our pleasing Which things of our part no part required But of all their parts right humble desired. To take upon us whereto we did assent And so in all things with one voice agreeable We have clearly finished our foresaid parleament To your great wealth which shallbe firm and stable And to our honour far inestimable For sing their powers as ours added to our own Who can we say know us as we should be known. But now for fine the rest of our intent Wherefore as now we hither are descended. Is only to satisfy and content All manner people which have been offended By any wether meet to be amended Upon whose complaints declaring their grief We shall shape remedy for their relief. And to give knowledge for their hither resort We would this afore proclaimed to be To all our people by some one of this sort Whom we list to choose here amongst ally Wherefore each man advance and we shall see Which of you is most meet to be our eryer. Brother hold up your torch a little higher Now I beseech you my lord look on me first I trust your lordship shall not find me the worst. Why what art thou that approachest so nigh. Forsooth and please your lordship it is I. All that we know very well, but what I. What I, some lay I am I pierce I But what manner I so ever be I I assure your good lordship I am I. What manner man art thou show quickly. By god a poor gentleman dwelleth her by. A gentleman thyself bringeth witness nay Both in thy light behaviour and array But what art thou called where thou dost resort. Forsooth my lord master Merry report. Thou art no meet man in our business. For thine appearance is of to much lightness. Why can not your lordship like my name Mine apparel nor my name neither. To none of all we have devotion. A proper lycklyhod of promotion Well than as wise as ye seem to be Yet can ye see no wisdom in me But sins ye dispraise me for so light an elft I pray you give me leave to praise myself And for the first part I will begin In my behaviour at my coming in Wherein I think I have little offended For sewer my courtesy could not be amended
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Play of the Weather
AuthorHeywood, John
Publication year (edition)1544
First performance / composition (Annals)1528 [1519-1528]
First performance (BritDrama)1528 [1519-1528]
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 22 · TCP A03181 · DEEP 18
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 63–125 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 21 in this edition
Length491 words · 577 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T35 — Fools, wit and railing at 0.719
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶Whiche ſene in them ſelfe and further conſyderynge The ſame to the redres was cauſe of theyr aſſemble And alſo that we euermore beynge Beſyde one puyſant power of deite Of wyſedome and nature ſo noble and fre From all extremytees the meane deuydynge To peale and plente eche thynge attemperynge. ☞They haue in concluſyon holly ſundryd Into our handes as muche concernynge All maner of wethers by them engendryd The full of theyr powers for terme euerlaſtynge To ſet ſuche order as ſtandeth with our pleaſynge Whiche thynges of our parte no parte requyred But of all theyr partes ryght humble deſyred. ☞To take vpon vs whereto we dyd aſſente And ſo in all thynges with one voyce agreable We haue clerely fynyſhed our foreſayde parleamente To your great welthe whiche ſhalbe fyrme and ſtable And to our honour farre ineſtimable For ſyng theyr powers as ours addyd to our owne Who can we ſaye knowe vs as we ſhulde be knowne. ☞But nowe for fyne the reſt of our entente Wherfore as nowe we hyther are deſcended. Is onely to ſatyſfye and content All maner people whiche haue ben offendyd By any wether mete to be amendyd Vpon whoſe complayntes declarynge theyr grefe We ſhall ſhape remedy for theyr relefe. ¶And to gyue knowledge for theyr hyther reſorte We wolde this afore proclaymed to be To all our people by ſome one of this ſorte Whome we lyſte to choſe here amongeſt allye Wherfore eche man auaunce and we ſhall ſe Whiche of you is moſt mete to be our eryer. ❧Brother holde vp your torche a lytell hyer Nowe I beſeche you my lorde loke on me furſte I truſt your lordſhype ſhall not fynde me the wurſte. ☞Why what arte thou that approcheſt ſo nye. ¶Forſothe and pleaſe your lordſhype it is I. ¶All that we knowe very well, but what I. ☞What I, ſome laye I am I perſe I But what maner I ſo euer be I I aſſure your good lordſhype I am I. ¶What maner man arte thou ſhewe quyckely. ☞By god a poore gentylman dwelleth her by. ☞A gentylman thy ſelfe bryngeth witnes naye Bothe in thy lyght behauour and araye But what art thou called where thou doſt reſorte. ❧Forſothe my lorde mayſter Mery reporte. ¶Thou arte no mete man in our beſynes. For thyne apparence is of to muche lyghtnes. ☞Why can not your lordſhype lyke my name Myne apparell nor my name nother. ❀To none of all we haue deuotion. ¶A proper lycklyhod of promocyon Well than as wyſe as ye ſeme to be Yet can ye ſe no wyſdome in me But ſyns ye diſprayſe me for ſo lyght an elft I praye you gyue me leue to prayſe my ſelfe And for the fyrſte parte I wyll begyn In my behauour at my commynge in Wherin I thynke I haue lytell offendyd For ſewer my curteſy coulde nat be amendyd