Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

1 Nature · chunk 16 of 21

Medwall, Henry · published 1530 · first performed or written c.1496 (Annals)
not in BritDrama
unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 472 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.

Now certain thanked be heaven king I have a right quick understanding If ye show me any thing I can soon perceive it But I was forbid by reason On mine own fantasy to run Or to take any presumption Of mine own wit Said reason so. Marry fie on him knave it were better the hangman where in his grave than ever the lewd fool should have the governance of you Certain nature advised me to follow reason what time that she Put me first in authority that I stand in now Alas alas man ye be mad I see well ye be but a very lad On my faith I was very glad Of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ye 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that 〈◊〉 ●…e ha●… 〈◊〉 with a why●… upon the b●…re hip If I should you not grieve He that would lordship enjoy And ●…laye ever still the old boy Me seemeth he doth but make a toy And ye will me believe ●…urshyp for God's sake grieve ye not I iwis ye are but an ydeot I pray you sir make not me a sot I am no trifler I have been in honour here tofore ye allow the counsel of a ●…arse borne Before mine I have ytin scorn It is a thing I can not bear Whom mean ye Reason ye that same daw What is he a wise man ●…e is astraw Because he kepys you under awe ye be therein blind And so doth he without feigning for hitherto I might do nothing but after high will and by dding And that groged my mind Grouge 〈◊〉 it is no marvel hardly shall grieve me certainly As long as I am in your company To see you deem 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that wise ye be now in good way but in faith I like not your array It is not the fashion that goth now a day For now there is a new guise It is now●… Says a gone Sith that men began this fashion And every knave had it anon Therefore at this season man that setteth the●…eby own honesty certa●…nly fre●…her than I re●…son ●…od and no what ye shall do yet ●…s ●…go To some tavern here beside Co●…on I can bring you there and let them alone with all this ge●…e ye nothing for the matter but let them here abide And ye will suffer and set them alone ye shall see them devise you a new fashion that all the world shall wonder thereon By god that will I do goodly but I pray you sirs do your diligence for this array and spare none expense and for a while I will go hens And come again shortly Brother Pride now the weight Of all this matter resteth in the
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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 982–1062 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 21 in this edition
Length472 words · 593 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T53 — The crown: kingship claimed, resigned and seized 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)
¶ Now certayne thanked be heuen kyng I haue a ryght quyk vnderstandyng If ye shew me any thyng I can sone perceyue yt But I was forbyd by reason On myne own fantasye to ron Or to take any presumpcyon Of myne own wyt ¶ Sayd reasō so. Mary fy on him knaue yt were better ye hāgmā where ī his graue than euer the lewd fole shold haue the gouernaunce of you ¶ Certayn nature aduysed me to folow reason what tyme that she Put me fyrst in auctoryte that I stand in now ¶ Alas alas man ye be mad I se well ye be but a very lad On my fayth I was very glad Of ye that e ha wyth a why vpon the bre hyp If I shuld you not greue He that wold lordshyp enioy And laye euer styll the old boy Me semeth he doth but make a toy And ye wyll me beleue ¶ urshyp for goddys sake greue ye no ¶ I wys ye ar but an ydeot I pray you syr make not me a sot I am no tryfler I haue bene in honour here to forne ye alow the counsell of a arse borne Byfore myne I haue ytin scorne It ys a thyng I can not bere ¶ Whom meane ye Reason ¶ ye that same daw ¶ What ys he a wyse man ¶ e ys astraw Bycause he kepys you vnder aw ye be therin blynd ¶ And so doth he wythout saynyng for hyderto I myght do nothyng but after hye wyll and by ddyng And that groged my mynde ¶ Grouge yt ys no maruell hardely shall greue me certaynly As longe as I am in your cumpany To se you deme that wyse ye be now in good way but in fayth I lyke not your aray It ys not the fassyon that goth now a day For now there ys a new guyse It ys now Sayes a gon Syth that men bygan thys fassyon And euery knaue had yt anon Therfore at thys season man tht setteth theeby wn honesty ¶ certanly freher than I reson ¶ od and no what ye shall do et s go To some tauern here bysyde Coon I can bryng you there and let theym alone wyth all thys gee ye nothyng for the mater but let theym here abyde And ye wyll suffer and set theym alone ye shall se them deuyse you a new fassyon hat all the world shall wonder theron ¶ By god that wyll I do goodly but I pray you syrs do your dylygence for thys aray and spare none expence and for a whyle I wyll go hens And come agayne shortly ¶ Brother Pryde now the weyght Of all thys mater resteth in the