If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 10 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.80 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Rather some devil sent to bewitch our souls. Subprior no more. I must speak, hear me brethren, Shall we (bound by solemn oaths) t'abjure the world, And all her sorceries▪ to whom night and day Are as one hour of prayer? whose temperance makes us Endure what fulfilled belly Gods admire; Shall we (by zealous patrons) tyde to observe Dirges and Requiems for their peaceful souls, In gluttonous riot bury sacred alms! Turn Sanctimonious zeal and Charity To loathsome surfeit? and those well-got goods Our benefactors saved, by their own fasts And moderate living, shall we feed upon Full-gorging us till we vomit? forefend it heaven! By all the Saints, by him first taught our order What temperance was, here shall poor Clement feed, Till his o'erwearied life, takes her last leave Of this all tempting world where all sins breed. how's this? are you become our confessor? Best thrust us out at gates, lock up the Cloister, And call in whom you like: be you the Prior. Speak are you agreed, Rush be our master-cook? You have my voice. And mine. Do you all consent? Yes, all. First send this fiend to banishment. We have most voices on our side. You may; 'las! most men covet still the broadest way. cive Rush his charge then, Scumb: you must resign. With a good maw, I shall have a fatter office to be his scullion. Worthy Lord Prior, hear me yet, I must not my profession let, To Scumbroath, what I know i'll teach, To make candles, jellies, leech, Syrup of violets, and of roses, Cow slip salads, and kick-choses, Preserve the apricock, and cherry, Damsin-pear-plum, raspis berry; Potates ike if you shall lack, To corroborate the back: A hundred more shall Rush device, And yet to early matins rise, Our lady's office, sing at prime, At evensong, and at compline time. Chant Anthems, anniversaries, Dirges, And the doleful de profundis. Thou shalt not change thy order: Sirrah, cook, From Rush take lessons against night, for fare Abundance and delicious. I shall be greedy to learn of him sir, since your lordship is turned, our very Iack and his spits shall turn too, What men are these? Welcome good holy father. Thanks reverend master. Blessed sir, according to the Churches rite We (pilgrims, to Ierusalem bound) this night Desire repose, and pious charity In your most holy covent. You are most welcome. Alphege, go lead'em in. By no means. Why? 'tis mortal sin. O black impiety! How? sin to feed religious votaries! Rather to nourish idle vagabonds: The Clergy of other lands, have with much plenty And thrift destroyed those drones, that lazily Live eating up the labours of the Bee. A churchman there cares but to feed the soul, He makes that charge his office. all's misdeeds! alas! They through the lawyer's hands are fitt'st to pass. Can you hear this Devil?
nodes 598–672 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 44 in this edition
Length
482 words · 721 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.801 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Rather some diuell sent to bewitch our soules. Sub-prior no more. I must speake, heare me brethren, Shall we (bound by solemne oathes) t'abuire the world, And all her sorceries▪ to whom night and day Are as one hower of prayer? whose temperance makes vs Endure what ful-fild bellie Gods admire; Shall we (by zealous patrons) tyde to obserue Dirges and Requiems for their peacefull soules, In gluttonous riot bury sacred almes! Turne Sanctimonious zeale and Charitie To loathsome surfet? and those well-got goods Our benefactors sau'd, by their owne fasts And moderate liuing, shall we feede vpon Ful-gorging vs till we vomit? fore-fend it heauen! By all the Saints, by him first taught our order What temperance was, here shall poore Clement feede, Till his ore-wearied life, takes her last leaue Of this all tempting world where all sinnes breede. Howes this? are you become our confessor? Best thrust vs out at gates, locke vp the Cloister, And cal in whom you like: be you the Prior. Speake are you agreed, Rush be our maister-cooke? You haue my voice. And mine. Doe you all consent? Yes, all. First send this fiend to banishment. We haue most voices on our side. You may; Las! most men coet still the broadest way. Ciue Rush his charge then, Scumb: you must resigne. With a good maw, I shall haue a fatter office to be his scullion. Worthy Lord Prior, heare me yet, I must not my profession let, To Scumbroath, what I know ile teach, To make candels, Iellies, leach, Sirrup of violets, and of roses, Cow slip sallads, and kick-choses, Preserue the apricock, and cherry, Damin-peare-plom, raspis berry; Potates ike if you shall lack, To corroborate the back: A hundred more shall Rush deuice, And yet to early mattins rise, Our ladies office, sing at prime, At euen-song, and at compline time. Chant Anthems, Aniuersaries, Dirges, And the dolefull de profundis. Thou shalt not change thy order: Sirra, cooke, From Rush take lessons against night, for fare Abndance and delitious. I shall be greedy to learne of him sir, since your lordship is turnde, our very Iack and his spits shall turne too, What men are these? Welcome good holy father. Thankes reuerend maister. Blest sir, according to the Churches ite We (Pilgrimes, to Ierusalem bound) this night Desire repose, and pious charitie In your most holy Couent. You are most welcome. Alphege, goe lead'em in. By no meanes. Why? Tis mortall sin. O black impietie! How? s to feed religious voaies! Rather to nourish idl vagabōd: The Cleargy of other lands, haue with much pletie And thrift destroyde those drones, that lzily Liue eating vp the labours of the bee. A churchman there cares but to feede the soule, He makes that charge his ffice. Alsmisdeeds! alas! They through the Lawyers hands are fitt'st to passe. Can you heare this Diuell?