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The Trial of Treasure · chunk 1 of 19

Wager, William · published 1567 · first performed or written 1567 (Annals)
moral
unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 497 words

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Diogenes' which used a barrel for his house, Being fled from his father to the city of Athens, Comforted himself much in beholding the mouse which desired neither castle nor hold for her defence Concerning sustentation, she made no difference, But eat what soever to her did befall, And touching her apparel, she had least care of all. This poor mouse's property noted Diogenes, Which oftentimes also, he would have in sight, And though he ware disciple unto Antisthenes, yet he learned of the mouse as much as he might In the science of Sophy he had great delight, But concerning his state, and outward condition The most can declare, if you make inquisition. On a time he chanced accumpanied to be With Alexander, which stood between him & the son What requirest thou to have Diogenes (quoth he?) Is there any thing that by me may be done? I pray thee stand aside, and make a little room (quod Diogenes) that the sun upon me may shine, Nought else require I of that that is thine. He used to say, that as servants be obedient To their bodily masters being in subjection, Even so evil men that are not content, Are subjects and slaves to their lusts and affection, This lesson unto us may be a direction, Which way our inclination to bridle and subdue, Namely if we labour the same to eschew. Thus see you how little this Philosopher esteemed the abundant possessions of this mundaine treasure Which yet notwithstanding at these days is deemed to be the original and fountain of pleasure, this causeth lust to reign without measure, to the which men are subjects, Diogenes doth say, yet both lost and treasure in time weareth away. A Philosopher is he that wisdom doth love, Which before Pythagoras, wise men ware named Now Diogenes being wise, this doth approve that some men of this age, aught as fools to be blamed For where the one with treasure lack, his life framed the other travail, care, and labour with greediness, the same by all means, to enjoy and possess. But as Lust with the lustre, converteth to dust And leaveth of force, his pleasant prosperity, So treasure in time, is turned to rust: As S. Iames in his epistle showeth the verity Hereof we purpose to speak without temerity, Therefore our matter is named, the trial of Treasure, Which time doth expel, with all mundaine pleasure. Both merry and short we purpose to be, And therefore require your pardon and patience, We trust in our matter nothing you shall see, That to the godly may give any offence, Though the style be barbarous, not fined with eloquence Yet our Author desireth your gentle acceptation, And we the players likewise, with all humiliation. HEy how care away let the world pass For I am as lusty as ever I was, In flowers I flourish as blosomes in May, hay how care away: hay how care away.
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PlayThe Trial of Treasure
AuthorWager, William
Publication year (edition)1567
First performance / composition (Annals)1567
First performance (BritDrama)1567 [1563-1567]
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 86 · TCP A13962 · DEEP 75
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 0–59 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 19 in this edition
Length497 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T37 — Riches, poverty and covetousness at 0.642
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)
DIogenes which vſed a barell for his houſe, Being fled frō his father to ye citie of Athēs, Cōforted him ſelf much in beholding ye mouſe which deſired neither caſtell nor hold for her defēce Cōcerning ſuſtentatiō, ſhe made no differēce, But eate what ſoeuer to her did befall, And touching her apparell, ſhe had leaſt care of all. This poore mouſes propertie noted Diogenes, Whiche oftentimes alſo, he would haue in ſight, And though he ware diſciple vnto Antiſthenes, yet he learned of the mouſe as muche as he might In the ſcience of Sophy he had great delight, But concerning his ſtate, and outward condition The moſt can declare, if you make inquiſition. On a time he chaunſed accumpanied to be With Alexāder, which ſtode betwene him & the ſonne What requireſt thou to haue Diogenes (quod he?) Is there any thing that by me may be done? I pray thee ſtande aſyde, and make a little roume (quod Diogenes) that the ſunne vpon me may ſhine, Nought els requier I of that that is thine. He vſed to ſaie, that as ſeruauntes be obedient To their bodely maiſters being in ſubiection, Euen ſo euill men that are not contente, Are ſubiectes and ſlaues to their luſtes and affection, This leſſon vnto vs may be a direction, Which way our inclination to bridle and ſubdewe, Namely if we labour the ſame to eſchewe. Thus ſee you howe little this Philoſopher eſtemed the aboundaunt poſſeſſions of this mūdaine treaſure Which yet notwithſtanding at theſe dayes is demed to be the originall and fountaine of pleaſure, this cauſeth luſte to raigne without meaſure, to the whiche men are ſubiectes, Diogenes doth ſay, yet both loſt and treaſure in time weareth awaye. A Philoſopher is he that wiſedome doth loue, Which before Pithagoras, wyſe men ware named Nowe Diogenes being wyſe, this doth approue that ſome mē of this age, ought as fooles to be blamed For where the one with treaſure lack, his life framed the other trauaile, care, and labour with gredines, the ſame by all meanes, to enioye and poſſeſſe. But as Luſte with the luſter, conuerteth to duſte And leaueth of force, his pleaſaunt proſperitie, So treaſure in time, is turned to ruſte: As S. Iames in his epiſtle ſheweth the veritie Hereof we purpoſe to ſpeake without temerite, Therefore our matter is named, ye triall of Treaſure, Which time doth expell, with all mundaine pleaſure. Both mery and ſhort we purpoſe to be, And therfore require your pardon and pacience, We truſte in our matter nothing you ſhall ſee, That to the godly may geue any offence, Though ye ſtyle be barbarous, not fined with eloquēce Yet our Author deſireth your gentle acceptation, And we the plaiers likewyſe, with all humilation. HEy howe care away let the world paſſe For I am as luſty as euer I was, In floures I floriſhe as bloſomes in May, Hey howe care away: hay howe care away.