Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Trial of Treasure · chunk 14 of 19

Wager, William · published 1567 · first performed or written 1567 (Annals)
moral
unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 483 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.

Ah Amorous Lady of beautiful face, Thou art heartily welcome into this place, My heart is inclined to thee lady Treasure, My love is insatiate, it keepeth no measure. It is I master Lust that will you advance, Treasure, it is that things doth enhance Upon me set your whole affection and lust, And pass not a point for the ways of the just, Treasure is a pleasure, bear that in mind, Both trusty and true ye shall me always find. As trusty as is a quick eel by the tail, What Lady Treasure welcome without fail, To be better acquainted with you once I trust, But I dare not in the presence of my master Lust, ye are welcome sir heartily, what be of good courage: Drawer, let us have a pint of white wine & borage. Wherefore I pray thee tell, Marry me think you are not well. Not well, who can a better life crave, Then to possess such a lady as I have: Is there any wealth not contained in treasure, Ah lady, I love thee in faith out of measure, It is out of measure in deed as you say, And even so most men love her at this day: Oh she is a minion of amorous hew, Her peer in my days yet I never knew, (Old quoth you) I am an old knave I tell ye, Nay, never laugh at the matter, for doubtless I smell ye She passeth Iuno, Ceres, and Pallas, More beautiful than ever dame Venus was, Othea in sapience she doth exceed, And Diana in dignity, of whom we do read. What should fair Helen once named be, She excelleth all these master Lust believe me. How say you, is not this an eloquent lad? That you have such a servant, truly I am glad. Ha, ha, now in deed I can you not blame, For women of all degrees are glad of the same, They that flatter and speak them fair, Shallbe their sons, and peradventure their air. You told me of a brother you had lady Treasure. Yea sir that I have, his name is called Pleasure, And seeing you enyoye me now at your will, Right soon I am sure he will come you until▪ Truly of him I would feign have a sight, For because that in pleasure. I have marvelous delight. Then honesty and profit you may bid good night What sayest thou? I say he will shortly appear in sight, I know by his singing, the same is he, The misbegotten orpheus, I think that he be. O happy eays, and pleasant plays, Wherein I do delight a I do pretend, till my lives end To live still in such plight a. Master pleasure I perceive you be of good cheer. What Inclination old lad, art thou here. Yea sir, and lady Treasure your sister also.
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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 778–835 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 19 in this edition
Length483 words · 613 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T48 — Addressing a lady: love, desire and intimacy at 0.783
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)
Ah Amorous Lady of bewtifull face, Thou art hartely welcome into this place, My harte is inclined to thee lady Treaſure, My loue is inſatiate, it kepeth no meaſure. It is I maiſter Luſt that will you aduaunce, Treaſure, it is that thinges doth enhaunce Vpon me ſet your whole affection and luſte, And paſſe not a point for the wayes of the Iuſte, Treaſure is a pleaſure, beare that in mynde, Both truſty and true ye ſhall me alwayes finde. As truſty as is a quicke ele by the tayle, What Lady Treaſure welcome without fayle, To be better acquainted with you once I truſte, But I dare not in the preſence of my maiſter Luſte, ye are welcome ſyr hartely, what be of good courage: Drawer, let vs haue a pynte of white wyne & borage. Wherefore I praye thee tell, Mary me thinke you are not well. Not well, who can a better life craue, Then to poſſeſſe ſuche a lady as I haue: Is there any wealth not conteined in treaſure, Ah lady, I loue thee in faith out of meaſure, It is out of meaſure in deede as you ſaie, And euen ſo moſt men loue her at this daie: Oh ſhe is a mynion of amorous hewe, Her pere in my daies yet I neuer knewe, (Old quod you) I am an olde knaue I tell ye, Nay, neuer laughe at ye matter, for doubtles I ſmel ye She paſſeth Iuno, Ceres, and Pallas, More beautifull then euer dame Venus was▪ Othea in ſapience ſhe doth excede, And Diana in dignitie, of whome we doe reade. What ſhould faire Helene once named be, She excelleth all theſe maiſter Luſte beleue me. Howe ſaye you, is not this an eloquent lad? That you haue ſuch a ſeruaunt, truely I am glad. Ha, ha, nowe in deede I can you not blame, For women of all degrees are glad of the ſame, They that flatter and ſpeake them fayre, Shalbe their ſonnes, and peraduenture their ayre. You tolde me of a brother you had lady Treaſure. Yea ſyr that I haue, his name is called Pleaſure, And ſeing you enyoye me now at your will, Right ſone I am ſure he will come you vntill▪ Truly of him I would faine haue a ſight, For becauſe yt in pleaſure. I haue marueilous delight. Then honeſtie and profite you may bidde good night What ſaieſt thou? I ſaie he will ſhortly appeare in ſight, I knowe by his ſinging, the ſame is he, The miſbegotten orpheus, I thinke that he be. O happy eaies, and pleaſaunt playes, Wherein I doe delight a I doe pretende, till my liues ende To liue ſtill in ſuch plighte a▪ Maiſter pleaſure I perceiue you be of good chere. What Inclination old lad, art thou here. Yea ſyr, and lady Treaſure your ſiſter alſo.