Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

A Play of Love · chunk 12 of 26

Heywood, John · published 1534 · first performed or written 1534 [1533-1534] (Annals)
not in BritDrama
unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 506 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.

Nay welcome be ye, for we were here before ye ye have been here before me before now And now I am here before you And now I am here behind ye And no we ye be here behind me And now we be here even both together And now be we welcome even both hither sins now ye find me here with curtsy I may Bid you welcome hither as I may say But setting this aside, let us set a brooch The matter wherefore ye hither approach wherein I have hope that ye both will be Good unto me, and especially ye For I have a mind that every good face Hath ever some pity of a poor man's case Being as mine is a matter so right That a fool may judge it right at first sight Sir ye may well doubt how my wit will serve But my will from right shall never swerve Nor mine, and as ye sew for help to me Like sewt have I to sew for help to ye For as much need have I of help as you I think well that dear heart but tell me how The case is this, ye twain seem in pleasure And we twain in pain which pain doth procure By comparison between him and me As great a conflict which of us twain be In greatest pain, as is between ye twain which of you twain in most pleasure doth remain wherein we somewhat have here debated And both to tell truth so greedily grated Upon affection each to our own side That in conclusion we must needs provide Some such as would and could be indifferent And we both to stand unto that judgement whereupon for lack of a judge in this place we sought many places and yet in this case No man could we meet that medyll will or can Till time that we met with this gentleman whom in like errand for like lack of aid was driven to desire our judgement he said Forsooth it is so I promising plain They twain between us twain giving judgement plain we twain between them twain should judge right again That promise to perform I not disdain For touching right as I am a righteous man I will give you as much right as I can Nothing but right desire I you among I willingly will neither give nor take wrong Nay in my conscience I think by this book your conscience will take nothing that cometh a croak For as in conscience what ever ye do ye nothing do but as ye would be done to O hope of good end, o Marry mother masters one of us may now help another But sir I pray you some matter declare whereby I may know in what grief ye are I am a lover not loved which plain Is daily not doleful but my deadly pain A lover not loved have ye knit that knot ye forsooth
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Details

Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayA Play of Love
AuthorHeywood, John
Publication year (edition)1534
First performance / composition (Annals)1534 [1533-1534]
First performance (BritDrama)1529
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 25 · TCP A03179 · DEEP 21
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 707–767 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 26 in this edition
Length506 words · 548 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches at 0.755
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)
Nay welcome be ye, for we were here before ye ye haue ben here before me before now And nowe I am here before you And nowe I am here behynde ye And no we ye be here behynde me And nowe we be here euyn both to gether And nowe be we welcome euyn both hyther Syns nowe ye fynde me here with curtſy I may Byd you welcome hyther as I may ſay But ſettyng this aſyde, let vs ſet a broche The mater wherfore ye hyther approche wherin I haue hope that ye both wyll be Good vnto me, and eſpecyally ye For I haue a mynde that euery good face Hath euer ſome pyte of a pore mans caſe Beyng as myne is a mater ſo ryght That a fole may iudge it ryght at fyrſt ſyght Syr ye may well doubt howe my wyt wyll ſerue But my wyll from ryght ſhall neuer ſwarue Nor myne, and as ye ſew for helpe to me Lyke ſewt haue I to ſewe for helpe to ye For as much nede haue I of helpe as yow I thynke well that dere hart but tell me how The caſe is this, ye twayn ſeme in pleaſure And we twayn in payne which payne doth procure By comparyſon betwene hym and me As great a conflyct which of vs twayn be In greateſt payne, as is betwene ye twayne whiche of you twayne in moſt pleaſure doth remayne wherin we ſomewhat haue here debated And both to tell trueth ſo gredyly grated Vpon affeccion eche to our owne ſyde That in concluſion we muſt nedes prouyde Some ſuch as wolde and coulde be indyfferent And we both to ſtande vnto that iudgement wherupon for lacke of a iudge in this place we ſought many places and yet in this caſe No man coulde we mete that medyll wyll or can Tyll tyme that we met with this gentylman whome in lyke errand for lyke lacke of ayd was dryuen to deſyre our iudgement he ſayd Forſoth it is ſo I promyſyng playne They twayn betwen vs twayn geuyng iudgemēt playne we twayn betwen them twayn ſhuld iudge ryght agayne That promyſſe to performe I not dyſdayne For touchyng ryght as I am a ryghteous man I wyll gyue you as muche ryght as I can Nothyng but ryght deſyre I you among I wyllyngly wyll nother gyue nor take wronge Nay in my conſcyens I thynke by this boke your conſcyens wyll take nothyng that cometh a croke For as in conſcyens what euer ye do ye nothyng do but as ye wolde be done to O hope of good ende, o Mary mother Mayſtres one of vs may nowe helpe a nother But ſyr I pray you ſome mater declare wherby I may knowe in what grefe ye arre I am a louer not loued which playne Is dayly not dolefull but my dedly payne A louer not loued haue ye knyt that knot ye forſoth