Golding, Arthur / Beza, Theodore · published 1577 · first performed or written 1575 (Annals) biblical play unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 529 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
The more we live, the more we see, alas, What life it is that in this world we pass. Was never woman borne upon the mould, That for her husband or her issue could Herself with me in happiness compare. But yet I have endured such grief and care These last three days since they went hence, that well I am not able for my life to tell, Which of the twain hath greater to me been, The former joy, or present pain I mean Which I have felt these last 3. days, since they Have been away: for nother night nor day Have I ta'en rest, because my mind doth run On nothing but my husband and my son. And of a truth I was to blame as tho, In that I suffered them away to go, And went not with them. Of the six days three, Alas but three my God, yet passed be, And yet three more my patience still must prove. Alas my God which seest me from above, Both outwardly and inwardly always, Uowtsafe to shorten these three years I say, For were they much more shorter than they be, They be not days, but months & years to me My God, thy promise puts me out of doubt: But if thou long delay the falling out, I fear I shall have need of greater strength, To bear the pain in holding out at length. Wherefore my God, now grant thou unto me I may with joy right soon my husband see, And eke mine Isaac in mine arms embrace Returned in health and safety to this place. O God my God, thou seest my open heart, And of my thowghts thou seest each secret part, So that my case I need not to declare. Thou seest, alas thou seest my woeful care. Thou only canst me rid of my disease, By granting me (if that it might thee please) One only thing the which I dare not crave. another song than this yet must we have▪ What? what? and is it possible that God's Behest and deed should ever be at odds? Can he deceive? even to this present day He hath kept touch in all that he did say. And can he now unsay his word? no, no. But yet it would ensue he should do so, If he my son should take away as now. What say I? O my God, my God, sith thou Dost bid me, I will do it. Is it right That I so sinful and so wretched wight, Should fall to scanning of the judgements Of thy most perfect pure commandments? My case goes ill. O Cowle we must yet found Some other way tassault this hagards' mind. It maybe that I have imagined Amiss: the more it is examined, The more the case seems strange. It was perchance Some dream or wicked fiend that at a glance Did put this matter in my head for why, So cruel offerings please not God pardie. He cursed Cain for kill of his brother: And shall I kill mine Isaac and none other? Not no. Never do so.
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The more we liue, the more we see, alas, What life it is that in this world we passe. Was neuer woman borne vpon the mowld, That for hir husband or hir yssue could Hirselfe with me in happinesse compare. But yit I haue indurde such greefe and care These last three dayes since they went hence, yt well I am not able for my life to tell, Which of the twayne hath greater to me beene, The former ioy, or present peyne I meene Which I haue felt these last 3. dayes, since they Haue bin away: for nother night nor day Haue I tane rest, bycause my mind doth ronne On nothing but my husband and my sonne. And of a truth I was to blame as tho, In that I suffered them away to goe, And went not with them. Of the six dayes three, Alas but three my God, yit passed bee, And yit three mo my patience still must proue. Alas my God which seest me from aboue, Both outwardly and inwardly alway, Uowtsafe to shorten these three yeeres I say, For were they much more shorter than they be, They be not dayes, but moneths & yeeres to me My God, thy promis putts me out of dowt: But if thou long delay the falling out, I feare I shall haue neede of greater strength, To beare the peyne in holding out at length. Wherefore my God, now graunt thou vnto me I may with ioy right soone my husband see, And eke mine Isaac in mine armes embrace Returnd in helth and saftie to this place. O God my God, thou seest my open hart, And of my thowghts thou seest ech secret part, So that my cace I neede not to declare. Thou seest, alas thou seest my wofull care. Thou onely canst me rid of my diseaze, By graunting me (if that it might thee pleaze) One onely thing the which I dare not craue. An other song then this yit must we haue▪ What? what? and is it possible that Gods Behest and deede should euer be at oddes? Can he deceiue? euen to this present day He hath kept towche in all that he did say. And can he now vnsay his word? no, no. But yit it would ensew he should doe so, If he my sonne should take away as now. What say I? O my God, my God, sith thow Doost bid me, I will doe it. Is it right That I so sinfull and so wretched wight, Should fall to scanning of the iudgements Of thy most perfect pure commaundements? My cace goes ill. O Cowle we must yit find Some other way tassault this hagards mind. It maybe that I haue imagined Amisse: the more it is examined, The more the cace seemes straūge. It was perchaunce Some dreame or wicked feend that at a glaunce Did put this matter in my head for why, So cruell offrings please not God perdye. He cursed Cayne for killing of his brother: And shall I kill myne Isaac and none other? No no. Neuer doe soe.