Udall, Nicholas · published 1566 · first performed or written 1552 [1552-1554(?)] (Annals) comedy T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Nay, if ye will kill him, I will not fet him, I will not in so much extremity set him, He may yet amend sir, and be an honest man, Therefore pardon him good soul, as much as ye can. Well, for thy sake, this once with his life he shall pass, But I will hew him all to pieces by the Mass. Nay faith ye shall promise that he shall no harm have, Else I will not fet him. I shall so God me save. But I may chide him a good. Yea that do hardly. Go then. I return, and bring him to you by & by. WHat is a gentleman but his word and his promise? I must now save this villain's life in any wise, And yet at him already my hands do tickle, I shall uneath hold them, they will be so fickle. But ●o and Merrygreek have not brought him since? Nay I would I had of my purse paid forty pens. So would I too: but it needed not that stound, But the gentleman had rather spent five thousand pound, For it disgraced him at least five times so much. He disgraced himself, his loutishness is such. how long they stand prating? Why comest thou not away? Come now to himself, and hark what he will say. I am not afraid in his presence to appear. art thou come fellow? How think you? am I not here? What hindrance hast thou done me, and what villainy? It hath come of thyself, if thou hast had any. All the stock thou comest of later or rather, From thy first father's grandfathers father's father, Nor all that shall come of thee to the worlds end, Though to three score generations they descend, Can be able to make me a just recompense, For this trespass of thine and this one offence. Wherein? Did not you make me a letter brother? Pay the like hire▪ I will make you such another. Nay see and these whoreson Phariseys and Scribes Do not get their living by polling and bribes. If it were not for shame. Scrivener. Nay hold thy hands still. Why did ye not promise that ye would not him spill? Let him not spare me. Why wilt thou strike me again? Ye shall have as good as ye bring of me that is plain. I can not blame him sir, though your blows would 〈◊〉 grieve. For he knoweth present death to ensue of all ye give. Well, this man for once hath purchased thy pardon. And what say ye to me? or else I will be gone. I say the letter thou madest me was not good. Then did ye wrong copy it of likelihood. Yes, out of thy copy word for word I it wrote. Then was it as ye prayed to have it I wot, But in reading and pointing there was made some fault.
nodes 1343–1397 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 39 in this edition
Length
492 words · 619 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.784 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nay, if ye will kyll him, I will not fette him, I will not in so muche extremitie sette him, He may yet amende sir, and be an honest man, Therfore pardon him good soule, as muche as ye can. Well, for thy sake, this once with his lyfe he shall passe, But I wyll hewe hym all to pieces by the Masse. Nay fayth ye shall promise that he shall no harme haue, Else I will not fet him. I shall so God me saue. But I may chide him a good. Yea that do hardely. Go then. I returne, and bring him to you by & by. WHat is a gentleman but his worde and his promise? I must nowe saue this vilaines lyfe in any wise, And yet at hym already my handes doe tickle, I shall vneth holde them, they wyll be so fickle. But o and Merygréeke haue not brought him sens? Nay I woulde I had of my purse payde fortie pens. So woulde I too: but it néeded not that stounde, But the entman had rather spent fiue thousande pounde, For it disgraced him at least fiue tymes so muche. He disgraced hym selfe, his loutishnesse is suche. Howe long they stande prating? Why comst thou not away? Come nowe to hymselfe, and hearke what he will say. I am not afrayde in his presence to appéere. Arte thou come felow? How thinke you? am I not here? What hindrance hast thou done me, and what villanie? It hath come of thy selfe, if thou hast had any. All the stocke thou comest of later or rather, From thy fyrst fathers grandfathers fathers father, Nor all that shall come of thée to the worldes ende, Though to thrée score generations they descende, Can be able to make me a iust recompense, For this trespasse of thine and this one offense. Wherin? Did not you make me a letter brother? Pay the like hire▪ I will make you suche an other. Nay see and these whooreson Phariseys and Scribes Doe not get their liuyng by polling and bribes. If it were not for shame. Scriuener. Nay holde thy hands still. Why did ye not promise that ye would not him spill? Let him not spare me. Why wilt thou strike me again? Ye shall haue as good as ye bring of me that is plaine. I can not blame him sir, though your blowes wold greue. For he knoweth present death to ensue of all ye geue. Well, this man for once hath purchased thy pardon. And what say ye to me? or else I will be gon. I say the letter thou madest me was not good. Then did ye wrong copy it of likelyhood. Yes, out of thy copy worde for worde I it wrote. Then was it as ye prayed to haue it I wote, But in reading and pointyng there was made some faulte.