The Most Virtuous and Godly Susanna · chunk 2 of 29
Garter, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1569 [1563-1569] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
O Thief. O Boy. O Knave. I have a Cheer for thee to do, gogs wounds more Cheers yet. I must cheer abroad, and you in Cheer must sit, O loving Boy, and dainty Child, As ever thou didst me good, Let me now crave thy good advice, To help me in this mood, Thou seest I have what I desire, In all the Country here, Yet is there one in Babylon, That never had no peer, She serveth God and on him sets, Her study and her care. gogs wounds thou liest I trow, Such gifts be very rare, O Son it is true in deed, I would it were a lie: I would sing, I would dance, Oh I would skip full high, How say you now my masters all, Think you my Dads not light, If you mark him, he is indeed, To dancing trimly plight, I dare now swear a thousand oaths, And eke as many more, You never saw such a one behind, As my Dad is before. But Dad what would you have me to do herein. Why Knave thou wilt not hear me how I begin, Why slave beginnest thou to rail, Farewell with a pestilence, I would thou hadst kissed my tail, Why come again son art thou grown so short, gogs wounds who would be used after such a sort. Without my help thou sittest like a Whelp, And knowest not what to do, And yet like a slave thou callest me slave, and crooked villain to, O Son, O Boy, O Lord, O Child, Thou art my ground on thee I do build, Be not displeased I pray thee with all my heart, And look what thou gettest thou shalt have thy part, If thou canst compass Susanna to overthrow, Thou shalt have my blessing wheresoever I go. Because I have trusted thee long time before, I yield it to thy policy, and I say no more. But if thou shouldest want any part of my aid, I will be at thy hand then be not afraid, And let us see if God with all his might, Can defend this soul from our ancient spite. Dad dost thou put the matter to my ordering? Yea Son that I do with all my blessing, Kneel down and thou shalt have it in way of good speed, And all the Devils in Hell to help thee at thy need. The blessing given to the Serpent which tempted Eue, And all manner extremities thee to relieve. And that which God gave for Abel's sake to Cain, Light upon thee with might and main. That which Ionas threatened unto Niniveh, Light on thee and all thy posterity. And I use to be short, and in few words to tell, God send thee a thousand plagues more than ever were found in hell, These and ten thousand when thou art laid in thy bed, To recompense thy travail light upon thy head.
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¶O Théefe. ¶O Boy. ¶O Knaue. ¶I haue a Cheare for thée to doe, ¶Gogges woundes more Cheares yet. I must cheare abroade, and you in Cheare must sit, ¶O louing Boy, and dayntie Chylde, As euer thou didst me good, Let me now craue thy good aduyce, To helpe me in this moode, Thou séest I haue what I desyre, In all the Countrey here, Yet is there one in Babilon, That neuer had no péere, She serueth God and on him sets, Her study and her care. ¶Gogges woundes thou lyest I trow, Such giftes be very rare, ¶O Sonne it is true in déede, I would it were a lye: I would sing, I would daunce, Oh I would skip full hye, ¶How say you now my maysters all, Thinke you my Dads not light, If you marke him, he is indéede, To dauncing trimly plight, I dare now sweare a thousande othes, And eake as many more, You neuer saw such a one behynde, As my Dad is before. But Dad what would you haue me to doe herein. ¶Why Knaue thou wilt not heare me how I begin, ¶Why slaue beginnest thou to rayle, Farewell with a pestilence, I would thou hadst kist my tayle, ¶Why come agayne sonne arte thou growne so shorte, ¶Gogges woundes who would be vsed after such a sorte. Without my helpe thou syttest lyke a Whelpe, And knowest not what to doe, And yet lyke a slaue thou callest me slaue, and crooked villayne to, ¶O Sonne, O Boy, O Lord, O Chylde, Thou art my ground on thée I doe buylde, Be not displeased I pray thée with all my harte, And looke what thou gettest thou shalt haue thy parte, If thou canst compasse Susanna to ouerthrow, Thou shalt haue my blessing wheresoeuer I go. Because I haue trusted thée long tyme before, I yéelde it to thy pollicy, and I say no more. But if thou shouldest want any part of my ayde, I will be at thy hande then be not afrayde, And let vs sée if God with all his myght, Can defende this soule from our auncient spyght. ¶Dad doest thou put the matter to my ordring? ¶Yea Sonne that I do with all my blessing, Knéele downe and thou shalt haue it in way of good spéede, And all the Deuils in Hell to helpe thée at thy néede. The blessing giuen to the Serpent which tempted Eue, And all manner extremities thée to reléeue. And that which God gaue for Abels sake to Cayne, Light vpon thée with might and mayne. That which Ionas threatned vnto Niniuie, Light on thée and all thy posteritie. And I vse to be short, and in few wordes to tell, God sende thée a thousande plagues more then euer were found in hell, These and ten thousand when thou art layde in thy bed, To recompence thy trauayle light vpon thy head.