Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Like Will to Like (Quoth the Devil to the Collier) · chunk 3 of 23

Fulwell, Ulpian · published 1587 · first performed or written 1568 [1562-1568] (Annals)
moral
T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.75 · 516 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.

Tush, tush, that is already brought to pass, For a very skip jack is prouder I swear by the mass, And seeketh to go more gayer and brave: then doth a Lord though himself be a knave. I can thee thank that so well thou hast played thy part, Such as do so shall soon feel the smart. Sith that thou hast thus done, there remaineth behind, that thou in another thing show thy right kind. Then good Godfather let me hear thy mind. Thou knowest that I am both proud and arrogant, And with the proud I will ever be conversant. I cannot abide to see men that are vicious, Accompany themselves with such as be virtuous. Wherefore my mind is sith thou thy part canst play, that thou adjoin like to like always. I never loved that well I swear by this day, What my boy? Your mind is sith I fast three meals every good friday. that I eat nothing but Onions and leeks always. Nay my mind is sith thou thy part canst play: that thou adjoin like to like always. Tush, tush godfather Devil for that have thou no care, thou knowest that like will to like quoth the devil to the Colier. And thou shalt see that such a match I shall make anon: That thou shalt say I am thy good good sweet sweet godson. I will give thee thanks when thou hast so done. Well Godfather no more words but mum, For yonder comes the Collier as seemeth me, By the mass he will make a good mate for thee. what old acquaintance small remembrance, welcome to town with? very vengeance. Now welcome Tom Colier give me thy hand: As very a knave as any in England. By mass god amarcy my vreend Nichol, By God and welcome gentle tom lick hole, Ch'm glad to zee thee merry my vreend nickol, and how dost thou nowadays good nickole. And nothing else but even plain nichol? I pray thee tell me how dost good vreend lick hole. It is turned from nichol to lick hole with tom Colier I say no more tom but hold thy nose there. Nay hold thy tongue nichol till my nose doth come: So thou shalt take part and I shall take zome. Well tom Colier let these things pass away, tell me what market thou hast made of thy coals today, To every Bushel cha solded three pack, Lo here be the empty sacks on my neck. Cha begide the whoresons that of me ha bought, But to beguile me was their whole thought But hast thou no conscience to beguile thy poor neighbour. No marry zo I may gain vor my labour. It is a common trade nowadays this is plain. to cut one another's throat vor lucre and gain. A small vault as the world is now brought to pass Thou art a good fellow I swear by the mass. As fit a companion for the Devil as may be, Lo good father devil this fellow will I match with thee.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayLike Will to Like (Quoth the Devil to the Collier)
AuthorFulwell, Ulpian
Publication year (edition)1587
First performance / composition (Annals)1568 [1562-1568]
First performance (BritDrama)1568 [Sep] [1562-1568]
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 89 · TCP A01353 · DEEP 78
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 110–166 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 23 in this edition
Length516 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T26 — Devils, hell and fiends cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.750 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶ Tush, tush, that is alredy brought to passe, For a very skip iack is prouder I swere by the mas, And seeketh to goe more gayer and braue: then dooth a Lord though himselfe be a knaue. † I can thee thank that so wel thou hast plaid thy part, Such as doo so shall soon seel the smart. Sith that thou hast thus doon, there remaineth behinde, that thou in another thing shew thy right kinde. ¶ Then good Godfather let me heare thy minde. ¶ Thou knowest that I am bothe proud and arrogant, And with the proud I wil euer be conuersant. I cannot abide to see men that are vicious, Accompany themselues with such as be vertuous. VVherfore my minde is sith thou thy part canst play, that thou adioyne like to like alway. ¶ I neuer loued that wel I swere by this day, ¶ What my boy? ¶ Your minde is sith I fast three meales euery good friday. that I eat nothing but Onions and leekes alway. ¶ Nay my minde is sith thou thy part canst play: that thou adioyne like to like alway. ¶ Tush, tush godfather Deuil for that haue thou no care, thou knowest that like wil to like quod the deuil to the Colier. And thou shalt see that such a match I shall make anon: That thou shalt say I am thy good good sweet sweet godson. ¶ I wil giue thee thanks when thou hast so doon. ¶ Wel Godfather no more woords but mum, For yonder comes the Collier as seemeth me, By the mas he wil make a good mate for thee. what olde acquaintance small remembraunce, welcome to town with? very vengeance. Now welcome Tom Colier giue me thy hand: As very a knaue as any in Englank. ¶ By masse god amarcy my vreend Nichol, ¶ By God and welcome ientle tom lick hole, ¶ Cham glad to zee thee mery my vreend nickol, and how doost thou now a dayes good nickole. ¶ And nothing els but euen plain nichol? ‡ I pray thee tell me how doost good vreend lick hole. ‡ It is turned from nichol to lick hole with tom Colier I say no more tom but hold thy nose there. ¶ Nay hold thy tung nichol til my nose dooth come: So thou shalt take part and I shall take zome. ‡ Wel tom Colier let these things passe away, tel me what market thou hast made of thy coles to day, ¶ To euery Bushel cha zolde three pack, Loe here be the empty zacks on my neck. Cha begide the whorsons that of me ha bought, But to begile me was their whole thought ¶ But hast thou no conscience to begile thy poore neighboure. ¶ No mary zo I may gain vor my labour. It is a common trade now a daies this is plain. to cut one anothers throte vor lucar and gaine. A small vaut as the world is now brought to passe ¶ Thou art a good fellow I swere by the masse. As fit a companion for the Deuil as may be, Lo good father deuil this felow wil I match with the.