Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Impatient Poverty · chunk 2 of 14

Anonymous · published 1561 · first performed or written 1547 [c.1547-1558] (Annals)
moral
unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 529 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.

A false flattering horsouloo Now thou sayest against thine own declaration If thou fight where is then peace become I break not peace with doing due correction For correction should be done charitably Irascemini et nolite peccare I shall meet that at omnium quare Pace should forgive and not be revenged Hence whoreson by our lady of wolpit I shall rap thee one the pate Go hence wretch thou makebate it were alms to set the in newgate How master constable come near Here is a wretch without reason Take and put him in prison With as many irons as he may bear By our lady I will come no near A constable quod ha, nay that will I not abide For I am loath to go shorter tide yet longe whoreson for all thy pride I shall meet with thee another day When one of us two shall go a knave a way O thou wretch thou ought to remorde That so tar art exiled from charity Lo he thinketh not, how meekly his maker & Lord Suffered reprefe and died upon a tree giving us example that with humility Every man should follow his trace That in heaven will claim a place Keep keep for coxs' face. Why art thou so out of patience A knave would have rested me I own him but .xl pence He shall abide by gods dear blessed. Take heed my friend thus sayeth the text In little meddling standeth great rest Therefore pay thy duty well and honestly With few words discreetly Another time ye shall be the better trust That will I never do while I live let him do his best I had liefer lay all my good to pledge To get a write of pryveldge So may I gy by his nose at large Spite of his tethe who so ever say nay This is but a wilful mind if thou wilt not pay Thy very duty, which can not be denade giving of thy write and expense in the law Will cost more than thy duty, this well I gnaw Thy debt therewith can not be paid it is only a deferring of the payment. yet the knave shall not have his intent. Thou shalt pay by rightful judgement For the law is indifferent to every person I see thou holdest on his opinion yet I set not by you both a rysshe And I meet the knave I shall hew his flesh Help him thou old churl and thou can I see thou art an evil disposed man I utterly forsake thy condition Marry avaunt long precious whoreson I set not by the nor him, I make God avow I am as good a man as thou for all thy good Let it be tried by manhood, and thereto I give the my glove Also to warriors I do reprove For peace loveth not to fight No old fool, thou hast thy might For in age is nought else but cowardice youth with his courage light Nor strength with multitude I do the plight Are not only the cause of victory No good sir, what then.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 71–140 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 14 in this edition
Length529 words · 627 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawds at 0.756
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)
A fale flatteryng horſouloo Nowe thou ſayeſt agaynſt thyne owne declaration Yf thou fyght where is then peace become I breake not peace with doing due correction For correction ſhould be done charytably Iraſcemini et nolite peccare I ſhall mete that at omnium quare Pace ſhould forgeue and not be reuenged Hence horſon by our lady of wolpit I ſhal rappe thee one the pate Go hence wretche thou make bate yt were almes to ſet the in newgate Howe maiſter conſtable come nere Here is a wretche without reaſon Take and put hym in pryſon With as many yrons as he may beare By our lady I wyll come no nere A conſtable quod ha, nay that wyll I not abyde For I am lothe to go ſhorter tyde yet longe horſon for all thy pryde I ſhall mete with thee another daye When one of vs two ſhall goo a knaue a waye O thou wretche thou ought to remorde That ſo tarre arte exyled from charyte Lo he thynketh not, howe mekely his maker & Lorde Suffered reprefe and dyed vpon a tree Geuynge vs example that with humylyte Euery man ſhould folowe his trace That in heauen wyll clayme a place Kepe kepe for coxs face. Why art thou ſo out of pacience A knaue would haue reſted me I owe hym but .xl pence He ſhall abyde by goddes dere bleſt. Take hede my frende thus ſayeth the texte In lytle medlyng ſtandeth great reſt Therfore paye thy duetye well and honeſtly With fewe wordes diſcretely Another tyme ye ſhall be the better truſte That wyl I neuer do whyle I lyue let him do hys beſt I had leuer laye all my good to pledge To gete a wryte of pryueldge So may I gy by his noſe at large Spyte of his tethe who ſo euer ſay nay This is but a wilfull mynde if thou wilt not paye Thy very duety, whiche can not be denade Geuing of thy wryte and expence in the lawe Wyll coſt more then thy duty, this well I knawe Thy dette therewith can not be payde yt is only a deferryng of the payment. yet the knaue ſhall not haue his entent. Thou ſhalt pay by rightfull iudgement For the lawe is indifferent to euery perſon I ſe thou holdeſt on his opynion yet I ſet not by you both a ryſſhe And I mete the knaue I ſhall hewe his fleſſhe Helpe hym thou olde churle and thou can I ſe thou art an euyll dyſpoſed man I vtterly forſake thy condycion Mary auaunt long precious horſon I ſet not by the nor hym, I make God auowe I am as good a man as thou for all thy good Let it be tryed by māhode, and therto I geue the my gloue Alſo to warryours I do reproue For peace loueth not to fyght No olde foole, thou haſt thy myght For in age is nought els but cowardyſe youth with his courage lyght Nor ſtrenght with multytude I do ye plight Are not onely the cauſe of victory No good ſyr, what then.