Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Trial of Treasure · chunk 4 of 19

Wager, William · published 1567 · first performed or written 1567 (Annals)
moral
unassigned nearest T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue · 489 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T20: hercules, hercles, ioue, deianeira, alcides, hand, lo, death, skies, hell.

No no▪ ye will not know me now, The might on the earth I do subdue, tush, if you will give me leave yle tell ye how, How, in good faith I carenot greatly, Although I declare my daily increase But then these gentle women willbe angry, therefore I think best to hold my peace: Nay I beseech you let the matter stay, For I would not for twenty pound come in their hands For if there should chance to be but one dalila, By the mass they would bind me in Samsons bands But what mean I first with them to begin, Seing that in all men I do remain, Because that first I remained even within, And after her Adam and so forth to Cain, I perceive by your looks my name ye would know, Why you are not ignorant of that I dare say, It is I that do guide the bent of your bow, And ruleth your actions also day by day, Forsooth I am called Natural inclination Which bred in old Adam's fostered bones, So that I am proper to his generation I will not away with casting of stones, I make the stoutest to bow and bend: Again when I lust I make men stand upright From the lowest to the highest I do ascend, Drawing them to things of natural might. Where is the knave, that so did rave: O that we could him find, We would him make, for fear to quake That lout of lobbish kind. My name is lust, & let him trust That I will have redress, For thou and I, will make him fly, Mine old friend Sturdines. Where is now that valiant Hercules, For all his brags he is now run away: By the guts of Golya, it is best for his ease, For he was most like for the pottage to pay. cocks soul: what bragging knaves have we here, Come ye to convince the mightiest conqueror, It was I that before you now doth appear, Which brought to confusion both Hector & Alexander: Look on this leg ye prating slaves, I remember since it was no greater than a tree, At that time I had a couple of knaves Much like unto you that weighted on me. cocks precious soul, let us conquer the knave, By his flesh and sides, a good courage I have, Stand you therefore a little aside And ye shall see me quickly abate the fools pride. Nay I dare not I if thou lookest so big, What should such a Boar fight with a pig. Put up thy sword man we will agree, So lo: do so much as bear that for me. Nay by his heart, than I will you dress. Be Good in thine office gentle friend Sturnines, For though thou and I do seem to contend, yet we are, and must be friends till the end.
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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 178–236 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 19 in this edition
Length489 words · 596 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T20 — Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue at 0.749
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)
No no▪ ye will not knowe me nowe, The might on the earth I doe ſubdue, tuſh, if you will giue me leaue yle tell ye howe, Howe, in good faith I carenot greatly, Although I declare my dayly encreaſe But then theſe gentle women wilbe angry, therfore I thinke beſt to holde my peace: Nay I beſeche you let the matter ſtaye, For I would not for twenty poūde come in their hādes For if there ſhould chaunce to be but one dalila, By the mas thei would binde me in Samſons bands But what meane I firſt with them to beginne, Seing that in all men I doe remaine, Becauſe that firſt I remayned euen within, And after her Adam and ſo foorth to Caine, I perceiue by your lookes my name ye would knowe, Why you are not ignoraunt of that I dare ſaye, It is I that doe guyde the bente of your bowe, And ruleth your actions alſo daye by daye, Forſothe I am called Natural inclination Whiche bred in old Adams foſtred bones, So that I am proper to his generation I will not awaye with caſting of ſtones, I make the ſtouteſt to bowe and bende: Againe when I luſte I make men ſtande vprighte From the loweſt to the higheſt I doe aſcende, Drawing them to thinges of naturall might. ¶Where is the knaue, that ſo did raue: O that we could him finde, We would him make, for feare to quake That loute of lobbiſhe kinde. My name is luſt, & let him truſte That I will haue redreſſe, For thou and I, will make him flie, Mine oulde friende Sturdines. Where is nowe that valiaunt Hercules, For all his bragges he is nowe ronne away: By the guttes of Golya, it is beſt for his eaſe, For he was moſte like for the pottage to paye. Cockes ſoule: what bragging knaues haue we here, Come ye to conuince the mightieſt conquerer, It was I that before you now doth appeare, Which brought to confuſion both Hector & Alexander: Looke on this legge ye prating ſlaues, I remember ſince it was no greater then a tree, At that time I had a cupple of knaues Muche like vnto you that wayghted on me. Cockes precious ſoule, let vs conquer the knaue, By his fleſhe and ſydes, a good courage I haue, Stande you therfore a litle aſyde And ye ſhall ſee me quickely abate the fooles pryde. Naye I dare not I if thou lookeſt ſo bigge, What ſhould ſuche a Bore fight with a pigge. Put vp thy ſwoorde man we will agree, So lo: doe ſo much as beare that for mee. Nay by his harte, then I will you dreſſe. Be Good in thine office gentle friend Sturnines, For though thou and I doe ſeme to contende, yet we are, and muſt be friendes till the ende.