Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

2 Nature · chunk 13 of 17

Medwall, Henry · published 1530 · first performed or written c.1496 (Annals)
not in BritDrama
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 471 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

●…ow gentle Pride far well Alas that I had no good fellow here to bear me company and laugh at this gear this game was well found yes and ye lust to play the knave Some manner of company ye might have S●…e within this ground Some I can think y●…ng or old And 〈◊〉 it were a small household as any might be found It is not small the company showeth well But me thought thou were about to tell Of some merry I este Or some merry game at my coming ye fardely it is a game for a hang when he lusteth best To laugh for his disport and solace Sir I shall tell the this is the case Right now as I stood In this place and never a man with me In came Pride garnished as it had be One of the rial blood It grieved me to see him so well be seen But I have abated his courage clean For a little season By the road I have given him a check mate For I bore him an hand that he came to fate And that the field was done and how his office was given away Because he failed our master that day I made him to believe so And when I had told him all this tale anon he began to wax all pale Full of care and woe and now he hideth him self for shame I gave him mine advise to the same and so he is gone Now on my faith this was madly do but in faith what moveth the thereto Marry cause had I none but only that it is my guise When I see another man arise Or far better than I Than must I chafe and fret for ire and imagine with all my desire To destroy him utterly But now in earnest sensuality tell me when this fray shall be I pray the heartily. ¶ Sensua. What against Rea. ●…e the same they be agreed in yarn of shame and go●…d company they keep Agreed 〈◊〉 in the more name Mary fyr●… at were a game to make some of us weep We●…e or laugh man so it is and who trow ye is the ●…a user of this Who Age the devil him quell Why is age now come in place ye and that may ye spy by his face and ye mark it well His stomach fainteth every day His back croketh his head waxeth grey His nose droppeth among His lust is gone and all his liking I see it well by every thing He may not live long and all maketh age as I said before He is the dear/ and what trow ye more this age hath done What
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
Play2 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 28 · TCP A07395 · DEEP 5002.02
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 921–992 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 17 in this edition
Length471 words · 538 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.674
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)
¶ ow gentyll Pryde fare well Alas that I had no good felow here to bere me cumpany and laugh at thys gere thys game was well founde ¶ yes and ye lust to play the knaue Some maner of cumpany ye myght haue Se wythin thys grounde ¶ Some I can thynke yng or old And yt were a small houshold as any myght be found ¶ It ys not small the company sheweth well But me thought thou were about to tell Of some mery I este Or som mery game at my cummyng ¶ ye fardely yt ys a game for a hyng whan he lusteth best To laugh for hys dysporte and solace Syr I shall tell the thys ys the case Ryght now as I stode In thys place and neuer a man wyth me In cam Pryde garnyshed as yt had be One of the ryall blode It greued me to se hym so well be sene But I haue abated hys corage clene For a lytell season By the rode I haue gyuen hym a chek mate For I bare hym an hand that he cam to fate And that the feld was done and how hys offyce was gyuen away Bycause he fayled our mayster that day I made hym to byleue so And whan I had told hym all thys tale anone he began to wax all pale Full of care and wo and now he hydeth hym felfe for shame I gaue hym myne aduyse to the same and so he ys gon ¶ Now on my fayth thys was madly do but in fayth what moueth the therto ¶ Mary cause had I none but only that yt ys my guyse Whan I se another man aryse Or fare better than I Than must I chafe and fret for yre and ymagyn wyth all my desyre To dystroy hym vtterly But now in ernest Sensualyte tell me whan thys fray shal be I pray ye hartely. ¶ Sensua. What agaynst Rea. ¶ e the same ¶ they be agreed in yarn of shame and god cumpany they kepe ¶ Agreed in the mre name Mary fyr at were a game to make some of vs wepe ¶ Wee or laugh man so yt ys and who trow ye ys the a user of thys ¶ Who ¶ Age the deuyll hym quell ¶ Why ys age now com in plce ¶ ye and that may ye spy by hys face and ye mark yt well Hys stomak faynteth euery day Hys bak croketh hys hed waxeth gray Hys nose droppeth among Hys lust ys gone and all hys lykyng I se yt well by euery thyng He may not lyue long and all maketh age as I sayd byfore He ys the dear / and what trow ye more thys age hath done ¶ What