Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Impatient Poverty · chunk 1 of 14

Anonymous · published 1561 · first performed or written 1547 [c.1547-1558] (Annals)
moral
unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 522 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.

THe puissant prince and innocent most pure which humbly descended from the seat sempiternal illumine his beams of grace to every creature To withstand the conflict of our enemies mortal The devil, the world, & the flesh, these three in special which setteth division between the soul & the body Inlike wise envy setteth debat between party & party I speak for this cause, daily ye may see How that by envy and malice, many be destroyed Which if they had lived in peace with patient humility riches and prosperity with them had been employed For there as is peace, no man is annoyed For by peace men grow to great richesse And by peace men live in great quietness I am named peace, which envy doth expel Envy with me shall never rest For envy is one of the pains of hell When that he sojourneth in a man's breast Like the burning Fenix in her own nest Though she can none other hurt ne grieve yet she doth not cease herself to mischief A sir here was a long predication Me thought ye said in your communication To every man peace was moste behoved. For sooth and so said I That shallbe proved contrary by and by For by peace much people are undone What people are tho. The armourer, the fletcher, and the bower Mariners, Gonners, and the poor sowdyer Yea and also many another artificer Which I do not rehearse by name I say the universal people doth best obtain where as peace is ever abiding Thou liest so god me help and halydome For then were surgeons clean undone Of them that will fight and break apate They get good living both early and late And what sayest thou by men of law Their living were not worth a straw And every man should live in peace. That is not for the commons increase For by peace they profit in many a thing Peace setteth amity between king & king In time of peace merchants have their course To pass and repass Thou liest knave by the mass For under colour of peace much suttelte hath been wrought And ships are taken the merchants deer have bought Was that for their promotion Nay in time of war Such a knave durst not steer By the mass were it not for shame that should bear me a blow Hold thy hands thou lewd fellow Thou art of evil disposition thus against peace to repugn The which from heaven descended down to bring man out of captivity A horton why dost thou lie When were thou in heaven tell me by and by How camest thou down with a ladder or a rope it were no sin to hang the by the throat Thy words be envious, not grounded on charity. Sir one thing I pray you tell me. What is that Have ye any wife or no Why ask ye so Because ye say peace is most expedient if your wife made you cockolde you being present What would ye do give her such punishment as longeth thereto
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PlayImpatient Poverty
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1561
First performance / composition (Annals)1547 [c.1547-1558]
First performance (BritDrama)1556 [1554-1558]
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 53 · TCP A04055 · DEEP 45
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 0–70 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 14 in this edition
Length522 words · 609 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T19 — Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions at 0.744
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)
THe puyſaunt prynce and innocent moſt pure which hūbly deſcēded from ye ſete ſēpiternall Illumyne his beames of grace to euery creature To withſtand the conflycte of our enemyes mortall The deuyl, the worlde, & the fleſh, theſe thre in ſpecial whiche ſetteth deuyſion betwene ye ſoule & the body Inlike wiſe enuy ſetteth debat betwene party & partye I ſpeake for this cauſe, dayly ye may ſe How that by enuy and malyce, many be deſtroyed Which if they had lyued in peace wt pacient humilite Ryches and proſperyte with them had ben emploied For there as is peace, no man is annoyed For by peace men growe to great rycheſſe And by peace men lyue in great quyetneſſe I am named peace, which enuye doeth expell Enuye with me ſhall neuer reſt For enuy is one of the paynes of hell When that he ſoiourneth in a mans breſt Lyke the burnyng Fenix in her owne neſt Though ſhe can none other hurte ne greue yet ſhe dooth not ceaſe her ſelfe to myſcheue A ſyr here was a longe predycacion Me thought ye ſayd in your communication To euery man peace was moſte behoued. For ſoth and ſo ſayd I. That ſhalbe proued contrary by and by For by peace muche people are vndone What people are tho. The armurer, the fletcher, and the bower Maryners, Gonners, and the poore ſowdyer Yea and alſo many another artyfycer Whiche I do not reherſe by name I ſaye the vnyuerſall people doth beſt obtayne where as peace is euer abydyng Thou lyeſt ſo god me helpe and halydome For then were ſurgyons cleane vndone Of them that wyll fyght and breake apate They gete good lyuyng both early and late And what ſayeſt thou by men of lawe Theyr lyuyng were not worth a ſtrawe And euery man ſhould lyue in peace. That is not for the commons encreaſe For by peace they profyte in many a thinge Peace ſetteth amyte betwene kyng & kynge In tyme of peace marchauntes haue their courſe To paſſe and repaſſe Thou lyeſt knaue by the maſſe For vnder colour of peace much ſuttelte hath bene wroughte And ſhips are taken ye marchaūtes dere haue bought Was that for their promocion Nay in tyme of warre Suche a knaue durſt not ſtere By ye maſſe were it not for ſhame yt ſhoulde bere me a blow Holde thy handes thou lewde felowe Thou art of euyll dyſpoſycion thus agaynſt peace to repugne The whiche from heauen deſcended downe to brynge man out of captyuyte A horton why doeſt thou lye When were thou in heauen tell me by and by Howe cameſt thou downe with a ladder or a rope yt were no ſynne to hange the by the throte Thy wordes be enuyous, not grounded on charite. Syr one thyng I praye you tell me. What is that Haue ye any wyfe or no Why aſke ye ſo Bycauſe ye ſaye peace is moſte expedyent yf your wyfe made you cockolde you beyng preſent What woulde ye do Geue her ſuche punyſhement as longeth therto