Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

TOM TOSSPOT

in Like Will to Like (Quoth the Devil to the Collier) — Fulwell, Ulpian

Metadata

PlayLike Will to Like (Quoth the Devil to the Collier)
AuthorFulwell, Ulpian
Year (catalogued)1587
First performance1568
Decade1580s
GenreMoral
Play typeInterlude
Speech prefix(es)T.Tos. | T. Tos.
Words1431
Characters6820
Typicality0.30 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA01353
BritDrama no.472
ClusterCluster 11 — Tosspots & tavern railers

Important excerpts

Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 11 (tospot, rees, ralph, soch, tout, oundes…). Matches are highlighted.

‡ Nichole newfangle? why we are of old acquaintance, ‡ At your first coming into England well I wot, You were very well acquainted with Tom tospot. ¶ You know when ̄ you brought into englam ̄ worser this new fa ̄ gled kind That tosspots and Ruffians with you were first acquainted, ¶ It is and old saying, that
and much Like, So I think our conditions be not far unlike. ¶ Few words are best among Friends this is true, Wherefore I shall briefly show my name unto you. Tom tospot it is, it needs not be painted, Wherefore with Rafe Roister I must needs be acquainted. ¶ I thank you that mine acquainta ̄ ce you will take in good partly. And
put was: Even so are we brought to this end. In ordaining him a judge who will be honoured as a God: So for our own tails we have made a rod. ‡ You know that Tom tospot men do me call, ‡ My conditions I am sure you know as well as I, ‡ But that you are a judge. I would say unto you, Knaves are Christian men else you are a Jew.
But that you are a judge. I would say unto you, Knaves are Christian men else you are a Jew. ¶ Then I trow I am he that this patrimony shall possess, For I am Tom tospot to use this trade doubtless. From morning till night I fit tossing the black hold: then come I home and pray for my father's soul. Saying my prayers with wounds,
must fade, For vicious persons behold not the net. I am in the snare I am caught with the gin: And now it is too late, I cannot again begin. ¶ Thou hast given me a Bottle here: But thou shalt drink first of it be it Ale or beer. ¶ Take this of me in part of recompense.

Full speech

‡ Nichole newfangle? why we are of old acquaintance, ‡ At your first coming into England well I wot, You were very well acquainted with Tom tospot. ¶ You know when ̄ you brought into englam ̄ worser this new fa ̄ gled kind That tosspots and Ruffians with you were first acquainted, ¶ It is and old saying, that mountains and hills never meet, But I see that men shall meet, though they do not seek. And I promise you more joy in my heart I have found: Then if I had gained and hundred pound. ‡ Indeed Nichole newfangle you say the verity, Her entereth Rafe Roister. For Like will to Like it will none otherwise be. ‡ My friend you are welcome with all my heart. ¶ I am one, which of thy company would be very glad. ¶ It should appear by your sayings y to we are of one mind, For I know that roisters and tosspots come of one kind. And as our names be much of one accord and much Like, So I think our conditions be not far unlike. ¶ Few words are best among Friends this is true, Wherefore I shall briefly show my name unto you. Tom tospot it is, it needs not be painted, Wherefore with Rafe Roister I must needs be acquainted. ¶ I thank you that mine acquainta ̄ ce you will take in good partly. And by my troth I will be your sworn brother: ¶ And to tell you my properties also I shall not spare. ¶ I were to blame if any fault should be in me. * Stay your self I pray you heartily. ¶ I never saw the Like by gogs soul. ‡ Gogs wounds I am Like Phalaris y e made a bull of brass, ‡ Nay I am Like Phalaris that made a bull of brass, As a cruel torment for such as did offend: and he him self first therein put was: Even so are we brought to this end. In ordaining him a judge who will be honoured as a God: So for our own tails we have made a rod. ‡ You know that Tom tospot men do me call, ‡ My conditions I am sure you know as well as I, ‡ But that you are a judge. I would say unto you, Knaves are Christian men else you are a Jew. ¶ Then I trow I am he that this patrimony shall possess, For I am Tom tospot to use this trade doubtless. From morning till night I fit tossing the black hold: then come I home and pray for my father's soul. Saying my prayers with wounds, blood guts and heart, Swearing and staring thus play I my parts. If any poor man have in a whole week earned a groat: He shall spend it in one hour in tossing the pot. I use to call servants and poor men to my company, and make them spend all they have unthriftily. So that my company they think to be so good: that in short space their hair grows through their hood. ¶ Tush I am acquainted with many a woman. That with me will fit in every house and place: But then their husbands had needs to fend their face. For when they come home they will not be a feared: to shake the goodman, and sometime shave his beard. And as for flemish servants I have such a train: that will quasse and carous, and therein spend their gain. From week to week I have this company, Wherefore I am worthy to have the patrimony. ¶ Farewell brother Ray I will come to you anon . ¶ I knew Hance when he was as he says, For he was once a Scholar in good faith. But through my company he was with drawn from thence, through his riot and excessive expense. Unto this trade which now you do in him see: So that now he is wholly addicted to follow me. And one of my guard he is now become: Well Hance well, thou wast once a white son. ‡ I will help thee up Hance give me thy hand, He riseth. ¶ Marry Philip even as I was wunt to do. ¶ Lo Hance her is Philip Fleming come now, we will go drink together now, how sayest thou? ¶ How say you master Nichol will you keep us company? ¶ By Gogs wounds even so it is with me: I am in my doublet and my hose as you see. For all that I had doth lie at pledge for Ale: By the mass I am as bore as my nail. Not a Cross of money to bless me have I, But I trow we shall meet with Nichol newfangle by and by. ¶ Now farewell thou hast thy joust meed: ‡ Gogs heart and his guts is not this too bade? Blood, wounds and nails, it will make a man mad ‡ Many a mile have I ridden and many a nule have I gove: Yet can I not find for me a fit companion. Many there be which my company would frequent, If to do as they do I would be content. They would have me leave off my pride and swearing, My new fangled fashions and leave of this wearing. But rather then I such companions will have: I will see a thousand of them laid in their graven. Similis similem sibi quaerit, such a one do I seek As unto my self in every condition is Like. ‡ Ithank you my friend for your gentle offer to me. I pray you tell me what your name may be. ¶ He will know me by and by I hold you a crown. how dost thou servant hance? how comes this to pass? ¶ Hold up hance I will pledge thee anon. ¶ Now hance right now thou drankest to me, Drink again and I oil pledge thee. ‡ Tush he had more needs to keep his chair. Fit down Hance and thou shalt see anon: Philip fleming will come and fetch thee home. ‡ He is a companion of mine now and then. ‡ There is no remedy for it must needs so be, Like will to Like you may believe me. ‡ He brings in his hand either good ale or else good wine. Troll the bole and drink to me, and troll the bole again a: And put a brown tossed in the pot, for Philip Flemings brain a. And I shall toss it to and from, even round about the house a: Good hostice now let it be so I brinks them all carous a. ¶ Well, be as be may is no banning, But I fear that when this gear shall come to scanning. The land to the which we did wholly trust: Shall be gone from us and we cast in the dust. ¶ So God help me I am glad that you be in sighed: For in faith your presence hath made my hartlight. ¶ You see in what care we now stand in, And you he rd us also even now I ween. Wh good master Nichol let us have this land now: And our selves much bound unto you. ¶ By Gogs blood I thought that it would be so, ¶ Well Rafe roister seeing we be in this misery, And labour we cannot and to beg it is a shame: Yet better it is to beg most shamefully, then to be hanged and to thievery our selves to frame. ¶ O all you parents to you I do say, Have respect to your Children and for their education: Least you answer therefore at the latter day, And your meed shall be eternal damnation. If my parents had brought me up in virtue and learning, I should not have had this shameful end: But all licentiously was my up bringing, wherefore learn by me your faults to amend. But neither in virtue, learning, nor yet honest trade was I bred up my living for to get: therefore in misery my life away must fade, For vicious persons behold not the net. I am in the snare I am caught with the gin: And now it is too late, I cannot again begin. ¶ Thou hast given me a Bottle here: But thou shalt drink first of it be it Ale or beer. ¶ Take this of me in part of recompense.

Plot summary

Plot — Like Will to Like (Quoth the Devil to the Collier)
The devil commissions the vice Nichol Newfangle to tempt men into a preoccupation with new fashions, which will lead them to hell. The ensuing action turns on the recurrent introduction of similar characters to one another. The vice introduces a dishonest collier to the devil, then Tom Tosspot to Rafe Roister; ina ~ mock trial he judges which is the bigger wastrel ===== PAGE 35 ===== 1568 (the prize, unknown to them, is to be hanged), but considers them equal. A comic drinking scene follows with Tosspot’s followers. He also sets in motion a plot to cozen two cutpurses over an inheritance of land. The vicious characters are driven off stage by the arrival of Virtuous Life, who is enthroned and crowned. Tosspot and Roister lose all their possessions: Roister gambles his away, and Tosspot has to leave his as security for his alehouse bill. Newfangle gives them the equipment to start a mew career as beggars, and they assault him. He is found injured by a judge, Severity, and betrays the two cutpurses; they are led away to execution, and Nichol and the hangman share their clothes. Tosspot’s followers end up in hospital suffering from gout. Lucifer carries the vice away on his back. The virtuous characters pray for the Queen, the Lords, and commons.