Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Lusty Juventus · chunk 6 of 18

Wever, R. · published 1565 · first performed or written 1550 [1547-1553] (Annals)
moral
T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.79 · 502 words

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

This your profession I like veri well So that you intend to live according I pray God your living do not rebel But ever agree unto your saying That when ye shall make accounts or reckoning Of this talon, which you have received you may be one of those, with whom the Lord shallbe pleased For this conversation of youth, the lords nam be prased Let us now depart for a reason. To give God the glori it is convenient and reason if thou will departed, I will not tarry. And I will never forsake your company While I live in this world Oh oh all to late I trow this gear will come to nought For I perceive my power doth abate For all the policy that ever I have wrought, Many and sundry ways I have sought, To have the word of god deluded utterly, Oh for sorrow yet it will not be. I have done the best that I can, And my ministers also in every place, to rote it clean from the heart of man, And yet for all that it flourisheth a pace: I am sore in dread to show my face, My authority and works are so greatly despised My inventions, and all that ever I have devised Oh oh, full well I know the cause, that my estimation doth thus decay, the old people would believe still in my laws, But the younger sort lead them a contrary way they will not believe they plainly say, In old traditions and made by men, But they will live as the scripture teacheth them. Out I cry upon them, they do me open wrong, to bring up their children thus in knowledge, For if they will not follow my ways when they are young it is hard turning them when they come to age: I must needs find some means this matter to suage, I mean to turn their hearts from the scripture quite, that in carnal pleasures they may have more delight. Well I will go taste to infect this youth through the enticement of my son hypocrisy, And work some proper feat to stoup his mouth that he may lead his life carnally: I had never more need my matters to apply, Oh my child hypocrisy, where art thou? I charge that of my blessing, appear before me now Oh oh quoth he, keep again the sow, I come as fast as I can, I warrant you, Where is he that hath the sow to sell? I will give him money if I like her well, weather it be sow or hog, I do not greatly care For by my occupation I am a bochare, Oh my child, how dost thou far? Sancti amen, who have we there? By the mass I will buy none of thy ware, thou art a chapman for the devil What my son, canst thou not tell? Who is here, and what I am, I am thine own father Satan.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayLusty Juventus
AuthorWever, R.
Publication year (edition)1565
First performance / composition (Annals)1550 [1547-1553]
First performance (BritDrama)1551 [1550-1553]
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 74 · TCP A14846 · DEEP 66
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 310–370 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 18 in this edition
Length502 words · 589 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvation cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.789 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T4 · seed 44: T5 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
This your profession I like veri wel So that you entend to lyue accordyng I praye God your lyuing do not rebell But euer agre vnto your sayng That when ye shal make acountes or rekening Of thys talent, whych you haue receued you may be one of those, wt whom ye Lord shalbe pleased For thys cōuersacion of youth, ye lords nam be prased Let vs now departe for a reason. To geue God the glori it is conuenient and reason yf thou will depart, I will not tary. And I wil neuer forsake your company Whyle I lyue in thys world Oh oh all to late I trow thys geare wil come to naught For I perceyue my powre doth a bate For al the policie that euer I haue wrought, Many and sundry wayes I haue sought, To haue the word of god deluded vtterly, Oh for sorow yet it will not be. I haue done the best that I can, And my ministers also in euery place, to rote it clene from the hart of man, And yet for all that it florisheth a pace: I am sore in drede to shew my face, My auctoritie and workes are so greatly dyspysed My inuentions, and all that euer I haue deuised Oh oh, ful well I know the cause, that my estimacion doth thus decay, the olde people woulde beleue stil in my lawes, But the yonger sort leade them a contrary way they wyl not beleue they playnly say, In olde traditions and made by men, But they wil lyue as the scripture teacheth thē. Out I crye vpon them, they do me open wrōg, to bring vp their chyldren thus in knowlage, For if they wil not folow my wayes whē thei are yong yt is harde turning them when they come to age: I must nedes fynd some meanes this matter to swage, I meane to turn theyr hartes from the scripture quite, that in carnal pleasurs they may haue more delyght. Wel I wil go taste to enfect this youth through the entisement of my sonne hypocrysie, And worke some proper feate to stope his mouth that he may lede hys lyfe carnally: I had neuer more nede my matters to apply, Oh my chyld hypocrisie, where art thou? I charge yt of my blessing, apeare before me now Oh oh quod he, kepe agayne the sowe, I come as faste as I can, I warrant you, Where is he that hath the sowe to sell? I wil geue hym money yf I lyke her well, wether it be sowe or hogge, I do not greatly care For by my occupacion I am a bochare, Oh my chylde, how doest thou fare? Sancti amen, who haue we there? By the masse I wyl bye none of thy ware, thou arte a chapman for the deuell What my sonne, canst thou not tell? Who is here, and what I am, I am thyne owne father Sathan.