Golding, Arthur / Beza, Theodore · published 1577 · first performed or written 1575 (Annals) biblical play unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Now is he down, if God sand no relief. What said I? what intent I? O my God Which didst created and make me of a clod, Thou art my Lord, and I thy servant true. Out of my native country thou me drew. How oftentimes hast thou assured me, That unto mine this land should lotted be? And when thou gave me Isaac, didst not thou Most faithfully and constantly avow, That out of him such offspring should be bred, As should this land throughout all overspread? Then if thou wilt needs take him now away, What should I thereunto against thee say? He is thine own, I had him of thy gift. Take him therefore. Thou knowest best how to I know thou wilt to life him raze again, Rather than that thy promise should be vain. Howbeit Lord, thou knowest I am a man, No good at all or do or think I can. But yet thy power which aye is invincible, Doth to belief make all things possible. Hence flesh, hence fond affections every chone: You human passions let me now alone. Nothing to me is good or reasonable, Which to God's will is not agreeable. Well, well, than Isaac shall die: and we What will ensue thereof shall after see. O false old hag, thou mak'st me soft to groan. See where my son walks up & down alone. O silly child! O wretched men, death often Within our bosoms lodgeth him full soft, When furthest of we take him for too be. And therefore right great need always have we To lead such life, as if we fain would die. But wottest thou my son (alas) what I Intent to say? What pleaseth you good father. Alas, that word doth kill my heart the rather. Yet must I better courage to me take. Isaac my son: alas my heart doth quake. Father, me thinks that fear hath you dismayed. O my dear child: it is as thou hast said. Alas my God. Sir if it may you please, Be bold to tell me what doth you diseaze. Ah my dear child, witted thou what thing it were Mercy good Lord, thy mercy grant us here. My son my son, beholdest thou this line. This wood, this fire, and eke this knife of mine? This gear my Isac serveth all for thee. Of God and nature enemy though I be: Yet is this thing so hard a case to see, That even almost it is a grief to me. Alas my son. Alas my father dear, Upon my knees I humbly pray you here, My youthful years to pity, if you may. O of mine age the only staff and stay, My darling, O my darling, feign would I That I for thee a thousand times might die: But God will have it otherwise as now.
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Now is he downe, if God send no releef. What sayd I? what intend I? O my God Which didst create and make me of a clod, Thou art my Lord, and I thy seruant trew. Out of my natiue countrie thou me drew. How oftentimes hast thou assured me, That vnto mine this land should lotted be? And when thou gaue me Isaac, didst not thow Most faithfully and constantly auow, That out of him such ofspring should be bred, As should this land throughout all ouerspred? Then if thou wilt needs take him now away, What should I thereunto ageinst thee say? He is thine owne, I had him of thy gift. Take him therfore. Thou knowest best how to I know thou wilt to life him rayze againe, Rather than that thy promis should be vaine. Howbeit Lord, thou knowest I am a man, No good at all or doo or thinke I can. But yit thy power which ay is inuincible, Doth to beleef make all things possible. Hence flesh, hence fond affections euery chone: Ye humane passions let me now alone. Nothing to me is good or reasonable, Which to Gods will is not agreeable. Well, well, then Isaac shall dye: and wee What will insew therof shall after see. O false old hag, thou makste me soft to grone. See where my sonne walks vp & downe alone. O silie child! O wretched men, death oft Within our bosoms lodgeth him full soft, When furthest of we take him for too be. And therfore right great need alwaies haue we To leade such life, as if we fayne would die. But wotest thou my sonne (alas) what I Intend to say? What pleaseth you good father. Alas, that word doth kill my hart the rather. Yit must I better corage to me take. Isaac my sonne: alas my hart doth quake. Father, me thinks that feare hath you dismayd. O my deere child: it is as thou hast sayd. Alas my God. Sir if it may you pleaze, Be bold to tell me what doth you diseaze. Ah my deere child, wist thou what thing it were Mercie good Lord, thy mercie graunt vs here. My sonne my sonne, beholdest thou this lyne. This wood, this fire, and eke this knife of myne? This geere my Isac serueth all for thee. Of God and nature enmie though I bee: Yit is this thing so hard a cace to see, That euen almost it is a greef to mee. Alas my sonne. Alas my father deere, Uppon my knees I humbly pray you heere, My youthfull yeeres to pitie, if you may. O of mine age the only staffe and stay, My derling, O my derling, faine would I That I for thee a thowsand times might dye: But God will haue it otherwise as now.