Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

1 Nature · chunk 12 of 21

Medwall, Henry · published 1530 · first performed or written c.1496 (Annals)
not in BritDrama
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 496 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

ye sir some men had liefer than a thousand pound They might be commended/ of the same fashion But sir set pass/ all this commendation and answer to me/ I pray you fruitfully In that I shall move you/ substantially Sir at few Words/ I you exhort Sith that ye be come to your own Cast yourself to bear such a port That as ye be/ ye may be known Eke it is necessary/ for that behove that there be made/ some manner of purveyance Whereby/ ye may here out your countenance Will it like you therefore that I survey And see thextent/ of all your land and there upon/ in all the hast purvey Both for you and yours/ all manner of viand with other utensytties/ ready at your hand So that ye be purveyed/ all times early and late Of each thing/ that belongeth to your estate your counsel ye good/ do as ye think best I commit all such thing/ to your discretion I shall do my true/ business at the lest To bring all things/ to good conclusion Abide 〈◊〉 affection/ ye made no mention Who should await/ and give attendance I must have more servants/ what so ever chance What ye havue sensuality/ 〈◊〉 never other counsel Of such 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 can you best advise He knoweth where/ all such manner parsons dwell as be most 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 worldly service ye on my parell sir/ I shall take the enterprise Of all such matters/ and look where I find any man of pleasure/ on him set your mind Lo will ye see lo/ here cometh one Even the last man/ that was in my thought What is he. ye shall see anon a well drawn man is he/ and a well taught That will not give his head for nought And thereto goodly/ as ye shall see in a day As well appareled/ at each point of his array Who dwelleth here/ will no man speak Is there no fool nor body peke Now by the bell it were alms to break Some of these knaves brows A gentleman comys in at the doors That all his days hath worn gilt spears And none of this knaves nor cutted hories Byddys him welcome to house. Wot ye not how great a lord I am Of how noble progeny I came My father a knight my my mother called madame Mine ancestors great estates. And now the livelihood is to me fall By both their deaths natural I am spoken of more than they all Hens to parys gates. How say ye first by mine array Doth it please you ye ornay In the best wise I dare well say By that ye know me a while And one thing I put you out of doubt I have wherewith to bear it out As well as any man here about Within these hundredth mice. scold cap 〈…〉 it cost him 〈…〉 he
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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 685–751 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 21 in this edition
Length496 words · 616 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.825
Other seedsseed 43: T9 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶ ye syr some men had leuer than a thowsand pound They myght be commended / of the same fassyon But syr set passe / all thys commendacyon and answere to me / I pray you frutefully In that I shall meue you / substancyally ¶ Syr at few wordys / I you exhorte Syth that ye be come to your own Cast your selfe to bere suche a porte That as ye be / ye may be knowen Eke yt ys necessary / for that behoue that there be made / some maner of puruyaunce Wherby / ye may here out your countenaunce ¶ Wyll yt lyke you therfore that I suruey And se thextent / of all your land and there vppon / in all the hast puruey Both for you and yours / all maner of vyand wyth other vtensyttys / redy at your hand So that ye be purueyd / all tymes erely and late Of eche thyng / that belongeth to your estate ¶ your counsell ye good / do as ye thynk best I commyt all suche thyng / to your dyscrecyon ¶ I shall do my trew / bysynes at the lest To bryng all thyngys / to good conclusyon ¶ Abyde affeccyon / ye made no mencyon Who shuld awayt / and gyue attendaunce I must haue mo seruauntys / what so euer chaunce ¶ What ye havue Sensualyte / neuer other counsell Of suche can you best aduyse He knoweth where / all suche maner parsons dwell as be moste worldly saruyce ¶ ye on my rell syr / I shall take the enterpryse Of all suche maters / and loke where I fynde any man of pleasure / on hym set your mynde Lo wyll ye se lo / here cometh one Euen the last man / that was in my thought ¶ What ys he. ye shall se anon a well drawen man ys he / and a well taught That wyll not gyue hys hed for nought And therto goodly / as ye shall se in a day As well apparelyd / at eche poynt of hys aray ¶ Who dwelleth here / wyll no man speke Is there no fole nor hody peke Now by the bell yt were almys to breke Some of these knaues brows A gentylman comys in at the dorys That all hys dayes hath worn gylt sperys And none of thys knaues nor cutted horys Byddys hym welcom to house. ¶ Wote ye not how great a lord I am Of how noble progeny I cam My fader a knyght my my moder callyd madame Myne aunceters great estatys. And now the lyuelod ys to me fall By both theyre dethes naturall I am spoken of more than they all Hens to parys gatys. ¶ How say ye fyrst by myne aray Doth yt please you ye ornay In the best wyse I dare well say By that ye knowe me a whyle And one thyng I put you out of dout I haue wherwyth to bere yt out As well as any man here about Wythin these hundreth myse. scold capp yt cost hym he