Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Albion Knight · chunk 1 of 6

Anonymous · published 1566 · first performed or written 1537 [c.1537-1566] (Annals)
moral
unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 475 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.

Nay, I will taste of other assays And space our dame for holy days So that for very need she must use her feat With other of her house, and such as she can get, Yet is she not much to blame Though she increase her husbands name Such children ●o bring as now ye see me Tall men as I am unworthy though I be. Thou speakest like a Lorell full large & full lewdly And not like a child gotten of true matrimony And yet though thy person induce no likelihood That in thee should be any manhood Yet beside that thou seemest of manhood frail Because so abused is thy light apparel. Apparel, good sir, what fault is that Though grey be her cote why blame ye the wild cat Why should ye him dame of nature frail Though as wise as ye would were a Fox tail Or a cote after the comen usage Or have by nature a mad visage These be no witness for justice to dyserne Nor certain knowledge of nature to learn And christ taught you sir how ye should judge men Sayenge Nolite judicare secundum faciem. And yet in nature better knowledge should be Then is in apparel ye know perdie. O yet in apparel is great abusion If it be framed without discretion For in apparel there may a great token be Of frailness, of pride, and instabylytie, If comen assize therein use no measure For then is apparel a wanton foolish pleasure And folly, best meed is of presumption When nature or reason used resumption, And therefore Chryst taught a great wise prose saying Ex fructibus eorum cognoscetis eos. Yet with the same text I pray you wipe your nose He said not Ex vestibus eorum cognoscetis eos. Yet friends I pray you once again To seat your travice that breeds disdain And heartily both I do you pray That both your friendships have I may. Sir as for mine ye shall not miss But this gentleman I think will go piss. Nay sir Albyon I will not draw back If that of me ye have lack, So that I were in perfit surety That this man here should manhood be. Now Christ'S benedycyte How Albion and justice hath forgot me Because of me they had no exercise Of long time by any enterprise Wherefore sithen ye can not know me by experience I wot not how ye should know me but by my credence Therefore by my troth & by my honesty Believe me, for manhood truly I am he. Then by your oath I am content To have your friendship with good assent And justice I pray you to do the same. Sir if manhood be his name As he hath sworn I would be glad That his friendship also I had.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayAlbion Knight
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1566
First performance / composition (Annals)1537 [c.1537-1566]
First performance (BritDrama)1565 [1537-1538 or 1559-1565]
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 67 · TCP A15979 · DEEP 58
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 0–61 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 6 in this edition
Length475 words · 569 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T19 — Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions at 0.708
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)
Nay, I will taste of other assayes And space our dame for holy daies So that for very neede shee must vse her feate With other of her house, and such as she can geate, Yet is she not much to blame Though shee increase her husbandes name Such chyldren o brynge as now ye see mee Tall men as I am vnworthie though I bee. ¶Thou spekest lyke a Lorell full larg & full lewdly And not lyke a childe gotten of true matrymony And yet though thy person enduce no lykelyhode That in thee shuld be any manhode Yet besyde that thou seemest of manhode frayle Because so abused is thy lyght apparaile. ¶Apparell, good syr, what faulte is that Though grey be her cote why blame ye ye wild cat Why shuld ye hym deme of nature frayle Though as wyse as ye wolde were a Fox tayle Or a cote after the comen vsage Or haue by nature a mad vysage These be no wytnesse for Iustyce to dyserne Nor certayne knowledge of nature to lerne And christ taught you syr how ye shuld iudge men Syenge Nolie iudicare secundum faciem. And yet in nature better knowledge shuld bee Then is in apparell ye know perdie. ¶ O yet in apparell is great abusion If it be framed without dyscretion For in apparell there may a great token bee Of fraylenes, of pryde, and instabylytie, If cōmen assyse therin vse no mesure For then is apparell a wanton foolysh pleasure And foly, best mede is of presumpcyon When nature or reason vsed resumpcyon, And therfore Chryst taught a great wyse prose Sayenge Ex fructibus eorum cognoscetis eos. ¶Yet with ye same text I pray you wipe your nose Hee said not Ex vestibus eorum cognoscetis eos. ¶Yet freindes I pray you once agayne To seate your trauice that breedes disdayne And hartely both I do you pray That both your frendshyps haue I may. ¶Syr as for myne ye shall not mysse But thys gentleman I thinke wyll go pysse. ¶Nay syr Albyon I wyll not draw backe If that of mee ye haue lacke, So that I were in perfyte suertie That this man here shuld manhode bee. ¶Now Chrystes benedycyte How Albion and Iustyce hath forgot mee Because of mee they had no exercyse Of long tyme by any enterpryse Wherfore sithen ye can not know me by experience I wote not how ye shuld knowe me but by my credence Therfore by my trouth & by my honestie Beleue mee, for manhode trulie I am hee. ¶Then by your othe I am content To haue your frendshyp with good assent And Iustice I pray you to do the same. ¶Syr if manhod be hys name As hee hath sworne I wolde be glad That hys frenshyp also I had.