Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

1 Nature · chunk 8 of 21

Medwall, Henry · published 1530 · first performed or written c.1496 (Annals)
not in BritDrama
unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 488 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.

I thank you/ but I need none other vesture Nature hath clothed me/ as yet suffysantly Guiltless of sin/ and as a maiden pure I were on me/ the garment of innocency ye hardly were that garment continually It shall thy body/ suffysantly safeguard From stormy weather my life to jeopard Be piece/ fair woman ye are not very wise Care ye not/ if this body take cold ye must consider/ this is not paradise Ne yet so temperate/ by a thousand fold Whose so liveth here/ be he young or old He must suffer/ both fervent cold and heat And be out of temperance/ oft time in his diet Also he must needs/ do as the world doth That intendeth any while/ here to reign And follow the guise that now a day goth As for as his estate/ may it maintain And who doth the contrary/ I will be plain He is abyect/ and despised utterly and standeth ever baneshed/ from all good company Sith god therefore/ had ordained this body To dwell here/ in this earthly region Of convenience/ he must himself apply To worldly things/ and be of such condition As all men be/ and leave each fond opinion That is not approvable/ of wysar men than he to take such way/ it is but vanity. Take this garment/ man do as I you bid Be not ashamed/ hardly to do it on So so/ now this girdle/ have gurd it in the mid And this for your head/ go set it upon By the charge of me/ you be a goodly on As ever I saw/ sith that I was borne Worth a thousand/ that ye were before. give me your hand/ be not in fere Sytdown/ as ye are borne to occupy this place I give you here/ authority and power Over all thing/ that conceived is in the space Of all the earth/ that round is in compass To be as lord/ of every region and thereof I give you/ pessyble possession. blessed be thou/ my lord most bounteous that of thy great/ abundant charity Me thy wretched creature/ hast honoured thus with natural gifts/ and worldly dignity Now I beseek thee/ for thy great pity Sith thou hast set me/ in so noble way Suffer me not here after/ wretchedly to decay For certes it is/ mine hearts desire So to demayn me/ in this life present As may be most/ unto thy pleasure and unto nature/ not dysconuenyent This is my will/ and my chief intent this will I observe/ thy grace to borrow though I therefore/ suffer mouche worldly sorrow Forsooth these words/ be greatly to allow if they from meek/ and lowly heart proceed Now mankind/ sith thou hast made this vow Escape the thereafter/ thy life to lead And set thy world/ be cousin to thy deed that is to say/ do thou none other wise
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
Play1 Nature
AuthorMedwall, Henry
Publication year (edition)1530
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1496
First performance (BritDrama)1496 [1490s]
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 27 · TCP A07395 · DEEP 5002.01
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 436–497 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 21 in this edition
Length488 words · 609 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvation at 0.764
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 thanke you / but I nede none other vesture Nature hath clothed me / as yet suffysantly Gyltles of syn / and as a mayden pure I were on me / the garment of innocencye ¶ ye hardely were that garment contynually It shall thy body / suffysantly sauegard From stormy weder my lyfe to ieopard ¶ Be pece / fayre woman ye ar not very wyse Care ye not / yf thys body take cold ye must consyder / thys ys not paradyse Ne yet so temporate / by a thowsand fold Whose so lyueth here / be he yong or old He must suffer / both feruent cold and hete And be out of temperaunce / oft tyme in hys dyet ¶ Also he must nedys / do as the worlde doth That intendeth any whyle / here to reygne And folow the gyse that now a day goth As for as hys estate / may yt mayntayne And who doth the contrary / I wyll be playne He ys abyect / and dyspysed vtterly and standeth euer baneshed / from all good company ¶ Syth god therfore / had ordeyned thys body To dwell here / in thys erthly regyon Of conuenyence / he must hym selfe apply To worldly thyngꝭ / and be of suche condycyon As all men be / and leue eche fond opynyon That ys not approuable / of wysar men than he to take suche way / yt ys but vanyte. ¶ Take thys garment / man do as I you byd Be not ashamed / hardely to do yt on So so / now thys gurdell / haue gurd yt in the myd And thys for your hed / go set yt vppon By the charge of me / you be a goodly on As euer I saw / syth yt I was borne Worth a thowsand / that ye were beforne. ¶ Gyue me your hand / be not in fere Sytdown / as ye ar borne to occupye thys place I gyue you here / auctoryte and power Ouer all thynge / that conceyued ys in the space Of all the erth / that rownd ys in compace To be as lord / of euery regyon and therof I gyue you / pessyble possessyon. ¶ Blessyd be thou / my lord most bounteouse that of thy great / abundant cheryte Me thy wretched creature / hast honoured thus wyth naturall gyftys / and worldly dygnyte Now I beseke the / for thy great pyte Syth thou hast set me / in so noble way Suffer me not here after / wrechedly to decay ¶ For certes yt ys / myne hartys desyre So to demayn me / in thys lyfe present As may be most / vnto thy pleasure and vnto nature / not dysconuenyent Thys ys my wyll / and my chyef intent thys wyll I obserue / thy grace to borow though I therfore / suffer mouche worldly sorow ¶ Forsoth these wordys / be gretly to alow yf they from meke / and lowly hart procede Now mankynde / syth thou hast made thys vow Scape the therafter / thy lyfe to lede And set thy world / be cousyn to thy dede that ys to say / do thou none other wyse