Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.85 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
A scholar quoth you, marry sir I would I had been made a botlemaker when I was made a scholar, for I can get neither to be a Deacon, Reader, nor Schoolmaster, no, not the clerk of a parish, some call me dunce, another saith my head is as full of Latin as an eggs full of oatmeal, thus I am tormented that the devil and Friar Bacon, haunts me, good Lord here's one of my masters devils, I'll go speak to him, what master Plutus, how cheer you? Dost thou know me? Know you sir, why are not you one of my masters devils, that were wont to come to my master Doctor Bacon, at Brazen-nose? Yes marry am I Good Lord M. Plutus I have seen you a thousand times at my masters and yet I had never the manners to make you drink, but sir, I am glad to see how conformable you are to the statute, I warrant you heesasyeomanlya man, as you shall see, mark you masters, here's a plain honest man, without welt or guard, but I pray you sir do you come lately from hell? I marry how then, Faith 'tis a place I have desired long to see, have you not good tippling houses there, may not a man have a lusty fire there, apot of good ale, a pair of cards, a swinging piece of chalk, and a brown toast that will clap a white waistcoat on a cup of good drink?, All thisyou may have there. You are for me friend, and I am for you, but I pray you, may I not have an office there? Yes a thousand, what wouldst thou be? By my troth sir in a place where I may profit myself, I know hell is a hot place, and men are marvelous dry, and much drink is spent there, I would be a tapster. Thou shalt. There's nothing lets me from going with you, but that 'tis a long journey, and I have never a horse. Thou shalt ride on my back. Now surely hers acourteous devil, that for to pleasure his friend will not stick to make a jade of himself, but I pray you goodman friend let me move a question to you. What's that? I pray you whether is your pace a trot or an amble? An amble. 'tis well, but take heed it be not a trot, But 'tis no matter I'll prevent it. What dost? Marry friend I put on my spurs, for if I find your pace either a trot or else uneasy, I'll put you to a false gallop, I'll make you feel the benefit of my spurs. Get up upon my back. Oh Lord here's even a goodly marvel, when a man rides to hell on the devils back. Great potentates earth's miracles for state, Think that prince Edward humbles at your feet, And for these favours on his martial sword, He vows perpetual homage to yourselves, Yielding these honours unto Elinor.
nodes 1690–1718 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 32 in this edition
Length
505 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.850 (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)
A ſcholler quoth you, marry ſir I would I had bene made a botlemaker when I was made a ſcholler, for I can get neither to be a Deacon, Reader, nor Schoolemaiſter, no, not the clarke of a pariſh, ſome call me dunce, another ſaith my head is as full of Latine as an egs full of oatemeale, thus I am tormented that the deuil and Frier Bacon, haunts me, good Lord heers one of my maiſters deuils, Ile goe ſpeake to him, what maiſter Plutus, how chere you? Dooſt thou know me? Know you ſir, why are not you one of my maiſters deuils, that were wont to come to my maiſter Doctor Bacon, at Brazen-noſe? Yes marry am I. Good Lord M. Plutus I haue ſeene you a thouſand times at my maiſters and yet I had neuer the manners to make you drinke, but ſir, I am glad to ſee how conformable you are to the ſtatute, I warrant you heesasyeomanlya man, as you ſhall ſee, marke you maiſters, heers a plaine honeſt man, without welt or garde, but I pray you ſir do you come lately from hel? I marry how then, Faith tis a place I haue deſired long to ſee, haue you not good tipling houſes there, may not a man haue a luſtie fier there, apot of good ale, a paire of cardes, a ſwinging peece of chalke, and a browne toaſt that will clap a white waſtcoat on a cup of good drinke?, All thisyou may haue there. You are for me freinde, and I am for you, but I pray you, may I not haue an office there? Yes a thouſand, what wouldſt thou be? By my troth ſir in a place where I may profit my ſelfe, I know hel is a hot place, and men are meruailous drie, and much drinke is ſpent there, I would be a tapſter. Thou ſhalt. Theres nothing lets me from going with you, but that tis a long iourney, and I haue neuer a horſe. Thou ſhalt ride on my backe. Now ſurely hers acourteous deuil, that for to pleaſure his friende wil not ſtick to make a iade of himſelfe, but I pray you goodman fiend let me moue a queſtion to you. Whats that? I pray you whether is your pace a trot or an amble? An amble. Tis well, but take heede it be not a trot, But tis no matter Ile preuent it. What dooſt? Marry friend I put on my ſpurs, for if I find your pace either a trot or els vneaſie, Ile put you to a falſe gallop, Ile make you feele the benefit of my ſpurs. Get vp vpon my back. Oh Lord heres euen a goodly meruaile, when a man rides to hell on the Deuils backe. Great potentates earths miracles for ſtate, Thinke that prince Edward humbles at your feet, And for theſe fauours on his martiall ſword, He vowes perpetuall homage to yourſelues, Yeelding theſe honours vnto Ellinour.