Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Wealth and Health · chunk 4 of 15

Anonymous · published 1565 · first performed or written 1554 [1553-c.1555] (Annals)
moral
T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness typicality 0.73 · 546 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.

The matter is done we are agreed To reason it more it shall not need O brother health, thou art in deed More preciouser than gold. God's body how cometh this gear to pass I am cast out at the carts arse The world is nothing as it was For I am here refused Why be you angry that we do agree Then are ye not wy●e, for if ye love me I will love him again, so it should be Or else I were mysaduised Then of my love ye set no store My company I see well ye looked notfore Farewell I will get me out of the door yet I am your betters and so am I called. Such presumptuous words will have a fall your comparison is but feeble and small What can ye do nothing at all As you have reputed. What were ye both two, were not I Wretches and caitiffs, look not so high Think no scorn hardly For I may be your pear if wealth have never so much substance Lacking Liberty and we●r in durance Within a white, I am in assurance ye would pray me come near. If Health be never so lust and strong yet if Liberty were kept from him long Then sorrow and care would be his song. it would abate your cheer. Fie of wealth which lacketh lybertye Fie of Health and be in captivity Fie of riches and lack good company Liberty hath no peer, Will ye hear how he doth clatter? What need ye to rehearse all this matter. ye know that we twain afore any other. Liberty must needs have still. Liberty of us is glade to wait ye staude to far i● your own conceit I wis liberty ye ran make no bait To catch us at your will. Now there ye lie, I can suffer no longer Wealth for Liberty doth loboure ever Aud helth for Libertye is a great store Therefore set me not so light Liberty I pray the reason no more ye are welcome to us as ye were before In deed of liberty it is great suitor Therefore welcome by this light Now I thank you both full kindly your strange words a little did green me And now at your commandment I am ready Aud at your owne wyll. Marry I am come at the first call Will, your own man have me who shall For I am will servant to you all Ye shall not need to send for me. Who is acquanted with this man He is very homely and little good he can To come in here so boldly, then D●●ue him away quickly, Why, I came not till C was called your own will opeuly ye named Then I came a pace lest I should be blamed Therefore I pray you let me hide still, Whose will, or what will, doth he mean Thou art not my will, I forsake thee clean My will and their wills is often seen Our wills can none ill Alas good masters I can none ill yet by my troth I am your evil will your will, & your will, & your will, therefore keep m● I love ye by god's mother,
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayWealth and Health
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1565
First performance / composition (Annals)1554 [1553-c.1555]
First performance (BritDrama)1554 [1554-1557]
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 45 · TCP A04052 · DEEP 39
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 220–295 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 15 in this edition
Length546 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T37 — Riches, poverty and covetousness cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.728 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T35 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
The matter is doone we are agreed To reason it more it shall not neede O brother helth, thou art in deede More preciouser then golde. Gods bodi how commeth this gere to pas I am cast out at the cartes arse The worlde is nothing as it was For I am here refused Why be you angry that we doo agree Then are ye not wye, for if ye loue me I will loue hym agayne, so it should be Or els I were mysaduised Then of my loue ye set no store My company I see well ye looked notfore Farewell I wyll get me out of the doore yet I am your betters and so am I called. Such presumptuouse wordes wyll haue a fall your comparyson is but feble and small What can ye do nothyng at all As you haue reputed. What were ye both two, were not I. Wretches and caytyfes, looke not so hye Thinke no scorne hardly For I may be your peare yf welth haue neuer so much substaunce Lacking Libertye and wer in duraunce Within a whyte, I am in assurance ye woulde pray me come nere. Yf Helth be neuer so lust and stronge yet if Lyberty were kept from him longe Then sorow and care wolde be his songe. yt would abate your cheare. Fye of welth which lacketh ybertye Fye of Helth and be in captiuitie Fye of riches and lack good company Lyberty hath no pere, Wyll ye heare how he doth clatter? What neede ye to rehearse all this matter. ye know that we twayne afore any other. Lyberty must nedes haue styll. Lybertie o vs is glade to wayte ye stade to farre i your owne conceyte I wys lybertye ye ran make no bayte To catche vs at your will. Now there ye lye, I can suffer no loger Welth for Libertye doth lobore euer Aud helth for Libertye is a great store Therfore set me not so lyght Libertye I pray the reasou no more ye are welcome to vs as ye were before In dede of liberty it is great suter Therfore welcome by this lyght Now I thanke you both full kindly your strange wordes a lytle did grene me And now at your cōmaūdement I am redy Aud at your owne wyll. Mary I am come at the first call Wyll, your owne man haue me who shall For I am will seruaunt to you al Ye shall not neede to sende for me. Who is acquanted with this man He is very homely aud lytle good he can To come in here so boldly, then Due him away quickly, Why, I cam not tyll C was called your owne wyll opeuly ye named Then I came a pace lest I should be blamed Therore I pray you let me hyde styll, Whose wyll, or what wyll, doth he meane Thou art not my wyl, I forsake thee cleane My wyl and their wylles is often sene Our wylles can none yll Alas good masters I can none yll yet by my trouth I am your euyll wyll your wil, & your will, & yonr will, therfore keepe m I loue ye by goddes mother,