Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Pedlar's Prophecy · chunk 14 of 27

Anonymous · published 1595 · first performed or written 1561 [1561-c.1563] (Annals)
moral
unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 497 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.

I love none of these lying Poets indeed, I marvel what favour to them, men can have: For they do nothing else, but men's minds with vanities feed, And hinder our faith, which should our souls save. Look what I have said, I will say, and say again, That for pride, covetousness, and excess: All the travelers from Armenia, or the highest mountain, In one hour shall lose their substance and riches. Zephyrus with horrible blasts shall blow, The heart of the sea shall ear up your treasure, The huge waves shall all ships overthrow: They shall be drowned and all their pleasures. I will tell you also when that shall come to pass, When the daughter of Pluto shall reign over all: Also when the daughter of Alkeron shall guide Midas, Then by and by shall merchants have a great fall. Such fellows going abroad the country, Make many simple folks them to believe: Yea and with a few lies bond and free, He deceiveth, and are glad money to give: By such shifts he uttereth much ware: I have heard him say now, more than ever I heard him say. Let him say what he will, I do not care, I suppose here is none, that doth his saying greatly way. Words weigh not, but are light, and fly in the wind, But mark when words shall be turned into fire: Then words full heavy you are like to find, For that shall fall upon you that did upon tire. If such hard chances happen unto travelers, To lose their lives and goods as thou dost prophecy, What shall happen to us that be Mariners? We are like to be consumed, and all our ships utterly. When Bacchus was disposed to sail unto Naxion, The Mariners promised to bring him thither, But they returned toward another nation, Purposing of him to make a spoil together. They thought to have sold Bacchus for money, But he being a God, prophesied their treachery, Turned into gall, that they had made bony, And anon justly recompensed their injury. Their Tacklings and Cables, they turned into Serpents, Their other Balassing into tigers, and other beasts else, He reued the Mariners, of their mischievous intents, Threw them into the seas, and turned them into mackerels, Therefore the son of man, joineth you together. A garment they say, shall perish with the sleeves, At such a time as you do not consider. This man with the holy Ghost is inspired, But the devil within him is no doubt: I trust to see such cold prophets fired, Before your false and prattling prophecies, be brought about. If things amiss were by penance amended, The plagues of God devised, he would wihhold: The peddler in my judgement hath not offended, In that of plagues to come he hath us told. Hang him knave, hang him, Who made him privy of God's counsel? Why you whoreson villain, What have we brought into the land?
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PlayThe Pedlar's Prophecy
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1595
First performance / composition (Annals)1561 [1561-c.1563]
First performance (BritDrama)1561 [1560-1563]
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 261 · TCP A15516 · DEEP 208
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 747–805 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 27 in this edition
Length497 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T36 — Hell, Furies and the language of punishment at 0.623
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)
I loue none of these lying Poets indeed, I maruell what fauour to them, men can haue: For they do nothing els, but mens minds with vanities feed, And hinder our faith, which should our soules saue. Looke what I haue said, I wil say, and say againe, That for pride, couetousnesse, and excesse: All the trauellers from Armenia, or the highest mountaine▪ In one houre shall lose their substance and riches. Sephyrus with horrible blasts shall blow, The hart of the sea shall eare vp your treasure, The huge waues shall all ships ouerthrow: They shall be drowned and all their pleasures▪ I will tell you also when that shall come to passe, When the daughter of Pluto shall raigne ouer all: Also when the daughter of Alkeron shal guide Mydas, Then by and by shall marchants haue a great fall. Such fellowes going abroad the country, Make many simple folkes them to beleeue: Yea and with a fewe lyes bond and free, He deceiueth, and are glad mony to giue: By such shifts he vttereth much ware: I haue heard him say now, more then euer I heard him say. Let him say what he will, I do not care, I suppose here is none, that doth his saying greatly way. Words wey not, but are light, and flie in the winde, But marke when words shall be turned into fire▪ Then words full heauie you are like to finde, For that shall fall vpon you that did vpon Tyre. If such hard chances happen vnto Trauellers▪ To lose their liues and goods as thou doest prophecie▪ What shall happen to vs that be Marriners? We are like to be consumed, and all our ships vtterly. When Bacchus was disposed to saile vnto Naxion▪ The Marriners promised to bring him thither, But they returned toward another nation, Purposing of him to make a spoyle togither. They thought to haue sold Bacchus for mony, But he being a God, prophecied their trechery, Turned into gall, that they had made bony, And anon iustly recompenced their iniury. Their Taklings and Cables, they turned into Serpents, Their other Balassing into Tygars, and other beasts else, He reued the Marriners, of their mischieuous intents, Threw them into the seas, and turned them into Makerels▪ Therefore the sonne of man, ioyneth you togither. A garment they say, shall perish with the sleeues, At such a time as you do not consider. This man with the holy Ghost is inspired, But the diuel within him is no doubt: I trust to see such cold prophets fired, Before your false and pratling prophecies, be brought about. If things amisse were by penance amended, The plagues of God deuised, he would wihhold: The Pedler in my iudgement hath not offended, In that of plagues to come he hath vs told. Hang him knaue, hang him, Who made him priuie of Gods counsell? Why you horeson villaine, What haue we brought into the land?