Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [Jun 10] (Annals) moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 449 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Unkind Philarchus, how hast thou misdone In wilful disobedience to thy Sire: Art thou grown proud because I favoured thee? Why, I can quickly make thee bare again, And then, I think, being in thy former state, Thou wilt remember who thy father was: And gentle Sophocles, in good time I recount, Thy ancient saying, not so old as true, For saith, he that hath many children. Shall never be without some mirth, Nor die without some sorrow, for if they Be virtuous, he shall have cause to rejoice, But if vicious, stubborn, or disobedient, Ever to live in continual sadness. I am sorry (Philarchus) that my favours have made thee insolent, Well, I will see now if my frowns will make thee penitent. Now Father, see how Nature 'gins to work, And how salt tears, like drops of peely dew Falls from his eyes, as sorrowing his amiss. Most gracious Prince, vouchsafe to hear me speak, I cannot but confess (most gracious Sovereign) That I have erred in being obstinate in wilful disobedience to my sire Wherein I have wronged nature and your Majesty But I am not the first whom oversight Hath made forgetful of a Father's love: But Father's love shall never be forgot, If he but deign to pardon my amiss: But if your wrath will no ways be appeased, Rip up this breast where is enclosed that heart, That bleeds with grief to think on my amiss. Ah Father pardon, sweet Father pardon me. No (graceless Imp, degenerate and unkind) Thou art no son of mine, but tigers whelp, That hast been fostered by some lions pap, But as the tallest Ash is cut down, because it yields no fruit, And an unprofitable cow, yielding no milk, is slaughtered, And the idle Drone, gathering no honey, is contemned, So ungrateful children, that will yield no natural obedience, Must be cut off, as unfit to bear the name Christians. Whose lives digress both from reason and humanity, But as thou hast dealt unnaturally with me, So I resolve to pull my heart from thee, Therefore dread Prince, vouchsafe to pity me, An grant I may have justice on my son. Dunston, how counselest thou the King in this? I promise thee I am sorry for the Youth, Because in heart I ever wished him well. My gracious Lord, if I might counsel you, I would counsel you to judge as be deserves, He that disdains his Father in his want, And wilfully will disobey his Sire, Deserves (my Lord) by Gods and Nature's laws, To be rewarded with extremest ills: Then as your Grace hath stablished laws for government, So let Offenders feel the penalties,
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Unkind Philarchns, how hast thou misdon In wilful disobedience to thy Syre: Art thou growne proud because I fauoured thee? Why, I can quicklie make thee bare againe, And then, I think, being in thy former state, Thou remember who thy father was: And gentle Sophocles, in good tyme I recount▪ Thy ancient saying, not so old as true, For saith, he that hath many children. Shall neuer be without some myrth, Nor die without some sorrowe, for if they Be vertuous, he shall haue cause to reioyce, But if vitious, stubburne, or disobedient, Euer to liue in continuall sadnesse. I am sorie (Philarchus) that my fauours haue made thee insolent, Wel, I wil see now if my frownes wil make thee penitent. Now Father, see how Nature gins to worke, And how salt teares, lyke drops of peely dew Fals from his eies, as sorrowing his amisse. Most gratious Prince, vouchsafe to heare me speake, I cannot but confesse (most gratious Soueraigne) That I haue erd in being obstinate in wilful disobedience to my syre Wherin I haue wrongd nature and your Maiesy But I am not the first whom ouersight Hath made forgetfull of a Fathers loue: But Fathers loue shall neuer be forgot, If he but daine to pardon my amisse: But if your wrath will no waies be appeased, Rip vp this breast where is inclsde that heart, That bleeds with griefe to thinke on my amisse. Ah Father pardon, sweet Father pardon me. No (gracelesse Impe, degenerate and vnkinde) Thou art no sonne of mine, but Tygers whelp, That hast bene fostred by some Lyons pap, But as the tallest Ash is cut down, because it yeelds no fruit, And an vnprofitable cow, yeelding no milke, is slaughtred, And the idle rone, gathering no honie, is contemned, So vngrateful children, that will yeeld no naturall obedience, Must be cut off, as vnfit to beare the name Christians. Whose liues digresse both from reason and humanitie, But as thou hast dealt vnnaturall with me, So I resolue to pull my heart from thee, Therefore dread Prince, vouchsafe to pitie me, An grant I may haue Iustice on my sonne. Dunston, how counsailest thou the King in this? I promise thee I am sorie for the Youth, Because in heart I euer wisht him well. My gratious Lord, if I might counsell you, I would counsell you to iudge as be deserues, He that disdaines his Father in his want, And wilfullie will disobey his Syre, Deserues (my Lord) by Gods and Natures lawes, To be rewarded with extreamest illes: Then as your Grace hath stablisht lawes for gouernment, So let Offenders feele the penalties,