The Seven Champions of Christendom · chunk 8 of 43
Kirke, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1638] (Annals) romance · Red Bull Company (second) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
'sfoot I'll set all the prentices in the house about your ears if you strike me, besides the Law my Master shall take of ye; but now I remember Club Law is better: for they love your Angels so well there's no pleading against you. My angel's slave? Why anybody's, yours, or the Devils, all's one to them, so they have 'em: but now the humour has took me to come back; what is your pleasure? Only a short remembrance of your duty, With an acknowledgement you have a father, and all's done: My blessing shall attend thee. Let me first know, whether I have a mother or no, for mothers have so often belied the child's father, that I am very doubtful whether ever I had any. Cast off those doubts then, I am thy Father, was thy mother, was? nay is, Though strange it seems to thee, Earth was too base to hold so great a Queen: Didst thou not note the love twixt George and she? Nay truly Father I did note something, but I cannot say directly what it was. 'Twas love, great love betwixt 'em boy, But in the bottom of their honey cup I mixed A little dregs of bitter gall, which straight Converted all their love to hate, and in that hate, That George, thy master, sought her death: But by my power I clave the rock in twain, Whose careful subjects underneath were ready To catch her in their arms, who when they had her; Those flames ascending up, which put such horror into her, Were Bonfires of their joy and loving hearts. O that I were there to leap over one of them. ay, they would make thee leap. And I am old dog at that i'faith. And now thy mother's in my Kingdom, boy, By this time crowned with their applausive Shouts, Queen of Helvetia. O my sweet Mother: Well, I'll but serve my time out, and come home to you: you have stayed me some thing long Father, I must go eat a dish of Trotters to my breakfast, I shall hardly overtake my Master else. Observe this fatherly instruction first: Thou art to travail with thy Master, boy, Through perilous adventures, all sorts of Countries, fashions, garbs and manners, Thou must observe thou art effeminate in shape and favour, Just thy sweet mothers, sweet hued fair Effigies, Framed to make women do ate and fly To thee; refuse 'em not, take all that comes, Increase the world like one of Tarpax sons. As long as my back will hold let me alone. And when thou com'st in company of men, whate'er they be, refuse not what they do; If they quaff Wine by Gallons, do so too: Or cloud the air with India's precious weed, Kindle that fuel; let thy Chimney smoke too. Like a Fury. Swallow no wrong, stab if they give the lie; Swear and forswear; the rules of gallantry. If e'er a Knight of the Post mend me for that, hang me.
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Sfoote Ile ſet all the prentiſes in the houſe about your eares if you ſtrike me, beſides the Law my Maſter ſhall take of yee; but now I remember Club Law is better: for they love your Angels ſo wel there's no pleading againſt you. My Angels ſlave? Why any bodies, yours, or the Divells, all's one to them, ſo they have 'em: but now the humour has tooke me to come backe; what is your pleaſure? Onely a ſhort remembrance of your duty, With an acknowledgement you have a father, and al's done: My bleſſing ſhall attend thee. Let me firſt know, whether I have a mother or no, for mothers have ſo often belide the childes father, that I am very doubtfull whether ever I had any. Caſt off thoſe doubts then, I am thy Father, was thy mother, was? nay is, Though ſtrange it ſeemes to thee, Earth was too baſe to hold ſo great a Queene: Didſt thou not note the love 'twixt George and ſhe? Nay truely Father I did note ſomething, but I cannot ſay directly what it was. 'Twas love, great love betwixt 'em boy, But in the bottome of their honey cup I mixt A little dregges of bitter gall, which ſtraight Converted all their love to hate, and in that hate, That George, thy maſter, ſought her death: But by my power I clave the rocke in twaine, Whoſe carefull ſubjects underneath were ready To catch her in their armes, who when they had her; Thoſe flames aſcending up, which put ſuch horrour into her, Were Bone-fires of their joy and loving hearts. O that I were there to leape over one of them. I, they would make thee leap. And I am old dogge at that 'yfaith. And now thy mother's in my Kingdome, boy, By this time crown'd with their applauſive Shouts, Queene of Helvetia. O my ſweet Mother: Well, Ile but ſerve my time out, and come home to you: you have ſtaid me ſome thing long Father, I muſt goe eate a diſh of Trotters to my breakfaſt, I ſhall hardly overtake my Maſter elſe. Obſerve this fatherly inſtruction firſt: Thou art to travaile with thy Maſter, boy, Through perrilous adventures, all ſorts of Countries, faſhions, garbes and manners, Thou muſt obſerve thou art effeminate in ſhape and favour, Iuſt thy ſweete mothers, ſweete hu'd faire Effigies, Fram'd to make woemen do ate and flye To thee; refuſe 'em not, take all that comes, Increaſe the world like one of Tarpax ſonnes. As long as my backe will hold let me alone. And when thou com'ſt in company of men, What ere they be, refuſe not what they do; If they quaffe Wine by Gallons, do ſo too: Or cloud the aire with India's precious weede, Kindle that fuell; let thy Chimny ſmoak too. Like a Fury. Swallow no wrong, ſtabbe if they give the lie; Sweare and forſweare; the rules of galantry. If e're a Knight of the Poſt mend me for that, hang me.