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Impatient Poverty · chunk 3 of 14

Anonymous · published 1561 · first performed or written 1547 [c.1547-1558] (Annals)
moral
T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.76 · 533 words

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

Grace and good governance of man For with good discretion they began That were the great winners of victory The victory is gotten by discretion I pray you sir show me this lesson How to come to richesse, for that is all my care For I am ever in great necessity Meat and drink with me is scarcity No man will trust me of a penny And also my clothes are but bare Good sir what say you therein. I hold it punishment for thy sin Show me what is thy name I am named Impatient poverty For sooth that may well be Thou art so full of wrath and envy In thee can grow no grace But if thou wilt forsake sensuality And be governed by reason, as I shall induce thee Thou shalt come to richesse, within short space Show me that now in this place And thereto I will agree Thou must love thy neighbour with charity Do unto him, no manner of disease Look how thou would he did to thee Do to him no worse in no degree And then thou shalt our lord please. Shall I love him that loveth not me? Those that trouble & rebuke me shamefully That will I never do while I live. Thou must charitably all faults forgive Wwat soever any man to thee say Let as thou hardest it not, turn thine care away Thou shalt please god, if thou so do. Nay by god there hoo What is he in all this place That will do as this man said Show me or I go if a man do you a great offence Will ye keep your patience Nay be god not so I put case I break your head Will ye suffer that in very deed. to suffer for Christ's sake I shall have meed That shall I know by god's bread. Hold thy hand and keep patience think what christe suffered for our offence He was beaten scourged, & spite on with violence And suffered death for our sake yet he took it patiently He forgave his death, & prayed for his enemies Pater dimite illis, his saying was truly An exam 〈◊〉 us to take to be meek in heart: beati pauperes spiritu Shall Christ say full even. Et venite benediciti: come my blessed children To the kingdom of heaven. Sir I thank you, for your ghostly instruction Unto your saying, I can make no delayaunce I put me under your governation And for my misdeeds, I take great repentance Then to my saying, take good remembrance Exercise yourself in virtue, from this time hence And unto peace evermore be obedient Sit before every sharp word, a shield of sufferance And when time is of your concupissaunce Then pacify it with benign resistance sir gramercy, that ye have brought me to this estate By your advertisement I am willing to live in christes law There as I have offended him both early & late I served him not for love nor for awe Therefore now right well I know That poverty and misery that I my life in lead it is but only punishment for my mysdeade
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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 141–214 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 14 in this edition
Length533 words · 616 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvation cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.759 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T5 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Grace and good gouernaunce of man For with good diſcreſion they began That were the great wynners of victory The victory is gotten by diſcretion I praye you ſyr ſhewe me this leſſon How to come to rycheſſe, for that is all my care For I am euer in great neceſſite Meate and drynke with me is ſcarſyte No man wyll truſt me of a peny And alſo my clothes are but bare Good ſyr what ſay you therin. I holde it punyſhement for thy ſynne Shew me what is thy name I am named Impacient pouerte For ſoth that may well be Thou art ſo full of wrath and enuy In thee can growe no grace But yf thou wylt forſake ſenſualyte And be gouerned by reaſon, as I ſhall enduce thee Thou ſhalt come to rycheſſe, within ſhorte ſpace Shew me that now in this place And therto I wyll agre Thou muſt loue thy neyghboure with charite Do vnto hym, no maner of dyſeaſe Loke howe thou would he dyd to thee Do to hym no worſe in no degree And then thou ſhalt our lorde pleaſe. Shall I loue hym that loueth not me? Thoſe that trouble & rebuke me ſhamfully That wyll I neuer do whyle I lyue. Thou muſt charitably all fautes forgeue Wwat ſoeuer any man to thee ſaye Let as thou hardeſt it not, turne thyne care awaye Thou halt pleaſe god, yf thou ſo do. Nay by god there hoo What is he in all this place That wyll do as this man ſayde Shewe me or I go yf a man do you a great offence Wyll ye kepe your pacience Naye be god not ſo I put caſe I breake your head Wyll ye ſuffre that in very dede. to ſuffer for chriſtes ſake I ſhal haue mede That ſhall I knowe by goddes breade. Holde thy hande and kepe pacyence thinke what chriſte ſuffered for our offence He was beatē ſcourged, & ſpite on wt violēce And ſuffered death for our ſake yet he toke it paciently He forgaue his death, & praied for his enmys Pater dimite illis, his ſaying was truely An exam vs to take to be meke in harte: beati pauperes ſpiritu Shall Chriſte ſaye full euen. Et venite benediciti: come my bleſſed chyldren To the kyngdome of heauen. Syr I thanke you, for your ghoſtly inſtruction Vnto your ſaying, I can make no delayaunce I put me vnder your gouernacion And for my myſdedes, I take greate repentaunce Then to my ſayinge, take good remembraunce Exercyſe yourſelfe in vertue, from this tyme hence And vnto peace euermore be obedyent Syt before euery ſharpe word, a ſhilde of ſuffraunce And when tyme is of your concupiſſaunce Then pacyfye it with benygne reſyſtaunce Ser gramercy, yt ye haue brought me to this eſtate By your aduertiſmēt I am willing to liue in chriſtes law There as I haue offended him both early & late I ſerued hym not for loue nor for awe Therfore nowe ryght well I knowe That pouerte and myſery that I my lyfe in leade yt is but only punyſhement for my myſdeade