Medwall, Henry · published 1530 · first performed or written c.1496 (Annals) not in BritDrama T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.74 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
God forbid that ever he come again Iesu how may ye this life endure Me seemeth it should be to you a great pain Sith ye be of good complexion and nature To forbear the worldly sport and pleasure As ye have done now a great season and all by the foolish counsel of reason Where is your lusty heart bycom That served you so well this other day Now so help me god and halydom I have great marvel how ye may Live in such misery/ and this dare I say without ye take some other ways By my troth it will shorten your days And though I say it that were pity For by cryste and ye were gone Many a good fellow would make great moan Why weep ye so let me alone It will none other wise be and ye saw the sorrowful countenance Of my company your old acquaintance that they make For your sake I dare say ye would moon them in your mind They be so loving and so kind That I am sure if ye endure In this peevish opinion It will be their confession There is none other remedy But for sorrow they shall die Nay god forbid they should so do In faith without ye help thereto There is none other way I will help it in all that I may And I wist by what mean Marry call them to your company By saint Ihamn I am content For I may say here to the Sith I forsook my liberty And did to Reason assent I had never merry day But lived under awe and dread always Nothing to mine intent Another while I will me dysport and to mine old company resort O than shall ye them comfort and yourself also Wot ye who will be very glad Who Margery Why was she sad ye by the mass she was stark mad Even for very woe When she hard tell of this chance And because she would live in penance Her sorrow for to quench She hath entered into a religious place At the green friars hereby ye hast. Alak good 〈◊〉 wench Is it an house of straight religion ye as any that ever was bygon Sith the world stood Be they close nuns as other be Close ꝙ a nay nay pard That guise were not good ye must beware of that gear Nay all is open that they do there As open as a goeth eye And cometh any man into their sellies ye ye god forbid else It is free for every body And beside all this they be Ex omni gente cognite No nation they forsake Without it be beggars going by the way That have never a penny to pay For that that they do take And yet can I beggars thyderlede Where they shallbe for lumps of breed satisfy their desire such drabs some there be That require none other fe Nor yet any other hire
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¶ God forbed that euer he com agayn Iesu how may ye thys lyfe endure Me semeth yt shuld be to you a great payn Syth ye be of good complexyon and nature To forbere the worldly sport and pleasure As ye haue done now a great seson and all by the folyshe counsell of reson ¶ Where ys your lusty hart bycom That serued you so well thys other day Now so helpe me god and halydom I haue great maruell how ye may Lyue in suche mysery / and thys dare I say wythout ye take some other wayes By my trouth yt wyll shorten your dayes ¶ And though I say yt that were pyte For by cryste and ye were gone Meny a good felow wold make great mone ¶ Why wepe ye so ¶ let me alone It wyll none other wyse be and ye saw the sorowfull countenaunce Of my cumpany your old acquayntaunce that they make For your sake I dare say ye wold mone theym in your mynde They be so louyng and so kynde That I am sure yf ye endure In thys peuyshe opynyon It wyll be theyre confessyon There ys none other remedy But for sorow they shall dye ¶ Nay god forbed they shuld so do ¶ In fayth wythout ye help therto There ys none other way ¶ I wyll help yt in all that I may And I wyst by what mene ¶ Mary call theym to your cumpany ¶ By saynt Ihān I am content For I may say here to the Syth I forsoke my lyberte And dyd to Reson assent I had neuer mery day But lyued vnder awe and drede alway Nothyng to myne intent Another whyle I wyll me dysport and to myne old cumpany resort ¶ O than shall ye theym confort and your selfe also Wote ye who wyll be very glad ¶ Who ¶ Margery ¶ Why was she sad ¶ ye by the masse she was stark mad Euen for very wo Whan she hard tell of thys chaunce And bycause she wold lyue in penaunce Her sorow for to quenche She hath entred into a relygyouse place At the grene frerys hereby ¶ ye hase. Alak good wenche Is yt an house of strayt relygyon ¶ ye as any that euer was bygon Syth the world stode ¶ Be they close nonnes as other be ¶ Close ꝙ a nay nay parde That gyse were not good ye must beware of that gere Nay all ys open that they do there As open as a gose eye ¶ And cometh any man into theyre sellys ¶ ye ye god forbede ellys It ys fre for euery body And bysyde all thys they be Ex omni gente cognite No nacyon they forsake Wythout yt be beggars goyng by the way That haue neuer a peny to pay For that that they do take ¶ And yet can I beggars thyderlede Where they shalbe for lumpes of brede Satysfye theyre desyre Suche drabbes some there be That requyre none other fe Nor yet any other hyre