Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Four P's · chunk 1 of 18

Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1520 [c.1520-1522] (Annals)
not in BritDrama
T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.58 · 520 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.

Now god be here who keepeth this place Now by my faith I cry you mercy Of reason I must sew for grace My rewdnes showeth me no so homely Whereof your pardon axt and won I sew you as courtesy doth me bind To tell this which shallbe begun In order as may come best in myndy I am a palmer as ye see Which of my life much part hath spent In many a fair and far country As pilgrims do of good intent At Jerusalem have I been Before Christ'S blessed sepulture The mount of Caluery have I seen A holy place ye may be sure To Iosephat and Olyuete On foot god wot I went right bore Many a salt tear dyde I sweet Before this carks could come there Yet have I been at Rome also And gone the stations all a-row Saint Peter's shrine and many more Then if I told all ye do know Except that there be any such That hath been there and diligently Hath taken heed and marked much Then can they speak as much as I Then at the Rhodes also I was And round about to amyas At saint Toncomber and saint Tronion At saint Bothulph and saint Anne of Buckston On the hills of Armony where I see Noes ark With holy Iob and saint George in Suthwarke At Waltam and at Walsyngam And at the good rood of dagnam At saint Cornelys at saint Iames in Gales And at saint Wynefrydes well in Walls At our lady of Boston at saint Edmundes byry And straight to saint Patrykes purgatory At rydybone and at the blood of Hails Where pilgrims pains right much avails At saint Davys and at saint Denis At saint Matthew and saint Mark in Venice At master Iohan shorn at Canterbury The graet god of Katewade at king Henry At saint saviours at our lady of Southwell At Crome at Wylsdome and at Muswell At saint Rycharde and at saint Roke And at our lady that standeth in the oak To these with other many one Devoutly have I prayed and gone praying to them to pray for me Unto the blessed trinity By whose prayers and my daily pain I trust the sooner to obtaye For my salvation grace and mercy For be ye sure I think surely Who seeketh saints for Crystes sake And namely such as pain do take On foot to punish thy frail body Shall thereby merit more highly Then by any thing done by man And when ye have gone as far as ye can For all your labour and ghostly intent Yet welcome home as wise as ye went Why sir despise ye pilgrimage Nay for god sir than did I rage I think ye right well occupied To seek these saints on every side Also your pain I not dispraise it But yet I discomende your wit And or we go even so shall ye If ye in this will answer me I pray you show what the cause is Ye went all these pilgrimages
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PlayThe Four P's
AuthorHeywood, John
Publication year (edition)1544
First performance / composition (Annals)1520 [c.1520-1522]
First performance (BritDrama)1528 [late 1520s]
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 33 · TCP A03177 · DEEP 27
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 0–75 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 18 in this edition
Length520 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvation cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.577 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T4 · seed 44: T5 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
NOwe god be here who kepeth this place Now by my fayth I crye you mercy Of reaſon I muſt ſew for grace My rewdnes ſheweth me no ſo homely Wherof your pardon axt and wonne I ſew you as curteſy doth me bynde To tell thys whiche ſhalbe begonne In order as may come beſte in myndy I am a palmer as ye ſe Whiche of my lyfe much part hath ſpent In many a fayre and farre countre As pylgrymes do of good intent At Hieruſalem haue I bene Before Chryſtes bleſſed ſepulture The mount of Caluery haue I ſene A holy place ye may be ſure To Ioſephat and Olyuete On fote god wote I wente ryght bare Many a ſalt tere dyde I ſwete Before thys carkes coulde come there Yet haue I bene at Rome alſo And gone the ſtacions all arow Saynt peters ſhryne and many mo Then yf I tolde all ye do know Except that there be any ſuche That hath ben there and diligently Hath taken hede and marked muche Then can they ſpeke as muche as I Then at the Rodes alſo I was And rounde about to amyas At ſaynt Toncomber and ſaynt Tronion At ſaynt Bothulph and ſaynt Anne of Buckſton On the hylles of Armony where I ſee Noes arke With holy Iob and ſaynt George in Suthwarke At Waltam and at Walſyngam And at the good rood of dagnam At ſaynt Cornelys at ſaynt Iames in Gales And at ſaynt Wynefrydes well in Walles At our lady of Boſton at ſaynt Edmundes byry And ſtreyght to ſaynt Patrykes purgatory At rydybone and at the blood of Hayles Where pylgrymes paynes ryght muche auayles At ſaynt Dauys and at ſaynt Denis At ſaynt Mathew and ſaynt Marke in Venis At mayſter Iohan ſhorne at Canterbury The graet god of Katewade at kynge Henry At ſaynt ſauyours at our lady of Southwell At Crome at Wylſdome and at Muſwell At ſaynt Rycharde and at ſaynt Roke And at our lady that ſtandeth in the oke To theſe with other many one Deuoutly haue I prayed and gone Prayeng to them to pray for me Vnto the bleſſed trynyte By whoſe prayers and my dayly payne I truſte the ſoner to obtaye For my ſaluacyon grace and mercy For be ye ſure I thynke ſurely Who ſeketh ſayntes for Cryſtes ſake And namely ſuche as payne do take On fote to punyſhe thy frayle body Shall therby meryte more hyely Then by any thynge done by man ¶And when ye haue gone as farre as ye can For all your labour and goſtely entente Yet welcome home as wyſe as ye wente ¶Why ſyr dyſpyſe ye pylgrymage ¶Nay for god ſyr then dyd I rage I thynke ye ryght well occupyed To ſeke theſe ſayntes on euery ſyde Alſo your payne I nat diſprayſe it But yet I diſcomende your wit And or we go euen ſo ſhall ye If ye in this wyl anſwere me I yray you ſhew what the cauſe is Ye wente al theſe pylgrymages