Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Ralph Roister Doister · chunk 37 of 39

Udall, Nicholas · published 1566 · first performed or written 1552 [1552-1554(?)] (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 512 words

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

O Lord, how necessary it is now of days, That each body live uprightly all manner ways, For let never so little a gap be open, And be sure of this, the worst shall be spoken How innocent stand I in this for deed or thought? And yet see what mistrust towards me it hath wrought But thou Lord knowest all folks thoughts & eke intents And thou art the deliverer of all innocentes. Thou didst help the adulteress that she might be amended, Much more than help Lord, that never ill intended. Thou didst help Susanna, wrongfully accused, And no less dost thou see Lord, how I am now abused, Thou didst help Hester, when she should have died, Help also good Lord, that my truth may be tried. Yet if Gavin Goodluck with Tristram Trusty speak. I trust of ill report the force shall be but weak, And lo yond they come sadly talking together, I will abide, and not shrink for their coming hither. ANd was it none other than ye to me report? No, and here were ye wished to have seen the sport. Would I had, rather than half of that in my purse. And I do much rejoice the matter was no worse, And like as to open it, I was to you faithful, So of dame Custance honest truth I am joyful. For God forfend that I should hurt her by false report. Well, I will no longer hold her in discomfort. Now come they hitherward, I trust all shall be well. Sweet Custance neither heart can think nor tongue tell, How much I joy in your constant fidelity, Come now kiss me the pearl of perfect honesty. God let me no longer to continue in life, Than I shall towards you continue a true wife. Well now to make you for this some part of amends, I shall desire first you, and then such of our friends, As shall to you seem best, to sup at home with me, Where at your fought field we shall laugh and merry be. And mistress I beseech you, take with me no grief, I did a true man's part, not wishing your reproof. Though hasty reports through surmises growing, May of poor innocentes be utter overthrowing, Yet because to thy master thou hast a true heart, And I know mine own truth, I forgive thee for my part. Go we all to my house, and of this gear no more. Go prepare all things Sym Suresby, hence, run afore. I go. But who cometh yond, M. Merrygreek? Roister Doister's champion, I shrew his best cheek. Roister Doister self your wooer is with him too. Surely some thing there is with us they have to do. YOnd I see Gavin Goodluck, to whom lieth my message, I will first salute him after his long voyage, And then make all thing well concerning your behalf. Yea for the passe of God. Hence out of sight ye calf, Till I have spoke with them, and then I will you ●et,
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PlayRalph Roister Doister
AuthorUdall, Nicholas
Publication year (edition)1566
First performance / composition (Annals)1552 [1552-1554(?)]
First performance (BritDrama)1552 [1550-1553]
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 83 · TCP A14193 · DEEP 71
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2101–2155 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 37 of 39 in this edition
Length512 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvation at 0.714
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)
O Lorde, howe necessarie it is nowe of dayes, That eche bodie liue vprightly all maner wayes, For lette neuer so little a gappe be open, And be sure of this, the worst shall be spoken Howe innocent stande I in this for déede or thought? And yet sée what mistrust towardes me it hath wrought But thou Lorde knowest all folkes thoughts & eke intents And thou arte the deliuerer of all innocentes. Thou didst helpe the aduoutresse that she might be amended, Much more then helpe Lorde, that neuer yll intended. Thou didst helpe Susanna, wrongfully accused, And no lesse dost thou sée Lorde, how I am now abused, Thou didst helpe Hester, when she should haue died, Helpe also good Lorde, that my truth may be tried. Yet if Gawin Goodlucke with Tristram Trusty speake. I trust of yll report the force shall be but weake, And lo yond they come sadly talking togither, I wyll abyde, and not shrinke for their comming hither. ANd was it none other than ye to me reporte? No, and here were ye wished to haue seene the sporte. Woulde I had, rather than halfe of that in my purse. And I doe muche reioyce the matter was no wurse, And like as to open it, I was to you faithfull, So of dame Custance honest truth I am ioyfull. For God forende that I shoulde hurt hir by false reporte. Well, I will no longer holde hir in discomforte. Nowe come they hitherwarde, I trust all shall be well. Swéete Custance neither heart can thinke nor tongue tell, Howe much I ioy in your constant fidelitie, Come nowe kisse me the pearle of perfect honestie. God lette me no longer to continue in lyfe, Than I shall towardes you continue a true wyfe. Well now to make you for this some parte of amendes, I shall desire first you, and then suche of our frendes, As shall to you seeme best, to suppe at home with me, Where at your fought fielde we shall laugh and mery be. And mistresse I beséech you, take with me no gréefe, I did a true mans part, not wishyng your rprfe. Though hastie reportes through surmises growyng, May of poore innocentes be vtter ouerthrowyng, Yet bicause to thy maister thou hast a true hart, And I know mine owne truth, I forgiue thée for my part. Go we ato my house, and of this geare no more. Goe prepare all things Sym Suresby, hence, runne afore. I goe. But who commeth yond, M. Merygréeke? Roister Doisters champion, I shrewe his best chéeke. Roister Doister selfe your wower is with hym too. Surely some thing there is with vs they haue to doe. YOnd I sée Gawyn Goodlucke, to whome lyeth my message, I wyll first salute him after his long voyage, And then make all thing well concerning your behalfe. Yea for the pase of God. Hence out of sight ye calfe, Till I haue spoke with them, and then I will you et,