Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Wealth and Health · chunk 10 of 15

Anonymous · published 1565 · first performed or written 1554 [1553-c.1555] (Annals)
moral
unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 502 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.

Here is none of our acquaiutaunce will retourneth we have made to louge tar●aunce that will ye say perchance Aud they begone home come away apar Nay by god not so ●astie A little while we will larye Good even s●r to you marry Dwell ye in this place? Nay good fellow I dwell not ●eare Wherefore dost thou that inquire: wouldest thou aught with any ●eare Speak ●e not afryde By God I would I had your gown Aud were a myle without the towne thereon A would borrow a crown It is I that so said Hue lookest thou one him half a scorn I promise's you he is a scant gentleman borne What sūy●st thou in his face For somewhat in his face I lokke Iu dede his mastership standes a crook For false shrews both of you I took And children that be past grace. I will swear for him, as ●or this years twenty that he hath been ever as true as I yet sometime he will steal and make a 〈◊〉 He is of my alliance. In good faith the same think I That ye be both like, full unthrifty Sirs how do ye live, show me quickly Or I shall put you in durance How live we? marry our meat Cummest thou hither for to threat: So lordly sir wittam doth speak From whence doth he come can ye show What dost thou ail canst thou tell? Hast thou any thing with us to mell? By the mass thy hands doth tykell Thou shalt bear me a blow. you false thieves I know ye well I shall let your purpose ●u●y deal ill will, and shrewd wit, the devil of hell Take ye both for me. Marry thou liest, our names be not so Call us but wit, and will, add no more thereto, if thou dost thou were as good no We shall handle you shrewdly Sirs farewell here I will no longer abide For you both shortly I will provide that all your false craft shallbe out tried And our subtility known To go so soon the whoreson was wise therefore some now I must devise that each man may wealth, health and liberti despise Or else he will mar all our mateer. Brother what, let me alone When they come you shall see me a none Complain of him. unto them echone And put him out of favour Peace no more word's, for they come yonder Sirs I am glad that you h● hear How doth all our houshold● with them what chere● Is every thing in order there A●ir● our intent? ye sir they be all merry and glad With revel and rout sometime they be mad Pipe whore bo●t heef, every knave and drab Is at our commaundement. What do ye say, then ●e are to blame And we put you in trust for the same To keep such rule, it is a shame It is not for our honour's
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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 604–675 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 15 in this edition
Length502 words · 641 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawds at 0.760
Other seedsseed 43: T27 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Here is none of our acquaiutaūce wil reoureth we haue made to louge taraunce that wyll y say percunce Aud they begone home come away apar Nay by god not so astie A lytle whyle we wyll larye Good euen sr to you mary Dwell ye in this place? Nay good fellowe I dwel not eare Wherefore doest thou hat inqui: Woldest thou ought with any eare Speake e not afryde By God I would I had yor gowne Aud were a myle without the towne Theron A woulde borowe a crowne It is I that so sayde Hew lookest thou one him halfe a scorne I pomise you he is a scant gentylman bore What sūyst thou in his face For somwhat in his face I loke Iu dede his mastership standes a crook For false shrewes both of you I tooke And chyldren that be past grace. I wyll swere for hym, as or this yeares twenty that he hath ben euer as true as I yet sometyme he will steale and make a He is of my alyaunce. In good fayth the same thinke I That ye be both lyke, full vnthrifty Syrs how do ye lyue, shew me quickly Or I shall put you in duraunce How liue we? mary our meate Cummest thou hether for to threte: So lordly syr wittam doth speake From whne doth he come can ye shewe What dost thou ayle canst thou tell? Hast thou any thing with vs to mell? By the masse thy handes doth tykell Thou shalt beare me a blowe. you false theues I know ye well I shall let your purpose uy deale yll wyll, and shrewd wit, the deuyll of hell Take ye both for me. Mary thou lyest, our names be not so Call vs but wit, and wyll, adde no more thereto, yf thou doest thou were as good no We shall handle you shrewdly Syrs farewell here I wil no longer abide For you both shortly I wyll prouide Tha all your ale craft shalbe out tryed And our subtillitie knowen To go so soone the horson was wyse therfore some now I must deuise that each man may welth, helth and liberti despise Or els he wyll marre all our mateer. Brother wat, let me alone When they come you shal see me a none Cmplayne of him vnto them econe And put him out of fauour Peace no mo words, for they come yonder Syrs I am glade that you h heare How doth all our houshold with them what chere Is euery thig in order there Air our intente? ye syr they be all mery and glad With reuell and out somtime they be mad Pipe whore bot heef, euery knaue and drabe Is at our commaundemet. What do ye say, then e are to blame Ad we put you in trust for the same To kepe such rule, it is a shame It is not for our honour