Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

1 Nature · chunk 19 of 21

Medwall, Henry · published 1530 · first performed or written c.1496 (Annals)
not in BritDrama
unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 508 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.

ye marry on the best wise worship I ween is now his name ye by the road even the same And covetise to eschew all blame Doth his name dysgyse And calleth himself worldly policy Wretch because he is somewhat hasty Is called manhood. Then is there envy and he is called disdain gluttony for good fellowship is taken and sloth his old name hath forsaken And as fair a name hath he shapen as ever man could ordain He is called ease right comfortable to the blood specially for them that lust to do no good and among all other I would ye understood That lechery is called lust Lo these be fair names pard Both good and honest as seemeth me as for their conditions what they be ye know well ●…ery just I know their conditions on the best wise if they keep still their old guise yes that they do on warantyse But yet I have gr●…t maruay●… that covetise should dwell in his company troth so/ and so have I But one thing I ensure you faithfully And that I have espied well that 〈◊〉 ●…derto our master setteth no store By his council nor his lore Mary when his head waxeth hoar than shallbe good season To follow covetise and his way ye time I now another day Even so I hard our master say By my faith he said but reason but all the remanent be well retained ye be ye sure it is matter unfeigned And wot ye who is greatly disdained With our master now Who By god even shamefastness when he shall do any such excess No shame can fere him doubtless I may say to you No than the craft were nought but now sirs well bethought Sith the matter is hereto brought It is time for me To go and make some provision Of garments after the new invention As he commanded me to be done thereto must I see For it is committed to my negligence And if he come hither while I am hens I pray the excuse mine absens ye and mine also Why wilt thou go with me Will I ꝙ a ye pard It is according for sensuality With Pride for to go Now the matter is all most in good case After the world is mind and pleasure there is no more/ but now must I cupace With all my wit and busy endeuure how it may be stablished & continued sure For a little fantasy of man's own will May quayll this matter and utterly it spy●… And if he vary again of scrypyll imagination Or else by the suggestion Of the foresaid reason One thing I am certain He will no longer me support And that were a shrewd crank dor●… Therefore it is best that I resort to my masters presence And see of what demeanour he is I am greatly to blame I iwis For that I saw him not or this Sith he departed hens.
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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 1226–1308 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 21 in this edition
Length508 words · 607 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousy at 0.702
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)
¶ ye mary on the best wyse Wurshyp I wene ys now hys name ¶ ye by the rode euen the same And couetyse to eschue all blame Doth hys name dysgyse And calleth hym selfe worldly polycy Wreth bycause he ys somwat hasty Is called manhode. Then ys there enuy and he ys called dysdayn Glotony for good felyshyp ys taken and slouth hys old name hath forsaken And as fayre a name hath he shapen as euer man coulde ordayn He ys called ease ryght confortable to the blod Specyally for theym that luste to do no good and amonge all other I wold ye vnderstode That lechery ys called lust Lo these be fayre names parde Both good and honest as semeth me as for theyre condycyons what they be ye know well ¶ ery iust I know theyre condycyons on the best wyse yf they kepe styll theyre old gyse ¶ yes that they do on warantyse ¶ But yet I haue grt maruay that couetyse shuld dwell in hys company ¶ trouth so / and so haue I But one thyng I ensure you faythfully And that I haue espyed well that derto our mayster setteth no store By hys councell nor hys lore Mary whan hys hed waxeth hore than shalbe good season To folow couetyse and hys way ye tyme I now another day Euen so I hard our mayster say ¶ By my fayth he sayd but reason but all the remanent be well retayned ¶ ye be ye sure yt ys mater vnfayned And wote ye who ys gretely dysdayned With our mayster now ¶ Who ¶ By god euen shamfastnes whan he shall do any suche excesse No shame can fere hym doubtles I may say to you ¶ No than the craft were nought but now syrs well bethought Syth the mater ys hereto brought It ys tyme for me To go and make some prouysyon Of garmentys after the new inuencyon As he commaunded me to be don therto must I se For yt ys commytted to my neglygence And yf he come hyder whyle I am hens I pray the excuse myne absens ¶ ye and myne also ¶ Why wylt thou go wyth me ¶ Wyll I ꝙ a ye parde It ys accordyng for Sensualyte Wyth Pryde for to go ¶ Now ye mater ys all most in good case After the world ys mynde and pleasure there ys no more / but now must I cupace Wyth all my wyt and besy endeuure how it may be stablysshed & cōtynued sure For a lytell fantasy of mannys own wyll May quayll thys mater and vtterly yt spy And yf he vary agayne of scrypyll ymagynacyon Or ellys by the suggestyon Of the forsayd reason One thyng I am certayne He wyll no lengar me support And that were a shrewd crank dor Therfore yt ys best that I resort to my maysters presence And se of what demeanour he ys I am gretely to blame I wys For that I saw hym not or thys Syth he departed hens.