Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1528 [1519-1528] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 490 words
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Nay by my troth nor with none other man Yet I saw you well when I first began how be it so help me god and halidom I took you but for a knave as I am But marry now syus I know what ye be I must and will obey your authority And if I may not speak with Iupyter. I beseech you be my solyciter, As in that I will be your well willer I perceive you be a water miller And your hole desire as I take the matter Is plenty of rain for increases of water The let where of ye affirm determynately As only the wind your mortal enemy. Troth it is for it bloweth so aloft We never have rain or at the most not oft Wherefore I pray you put the god in mind clearly for ever to banish the wind. How is all the wether gone or I come For the passion of god help me to some I am a wind miller as many more be No wretch is wretchedness so wretched as we The hold sort of my craft be all marred at ones The wind is so weak it sturrerh not our stones Nor scantly can shatter the shytren sail That hangeth shatering at a woman's tail The rain never resteth so long be the showers from time of beginning till four and twenty hours And end when it shall at night or at none Another beginneth as soon as that is done Such revel of rain ye know well enough Destroyeth the wind be it never so rough Whereby sins our mills be come to still standding Now may we wind millers go even to hanging A miller with a moryn and a mischief Who would be a miller, as good be a thief Yet in time past when grinding was plente Who were so like god's fellows as we As fast as god made corn we millers made meal Which might be best forborn for comone weal But let that gear pass for I fear our pride Is cause of the care which god doth us provide Wherefore I submit me intending to see What comfort may come by humility And now at this time they said in the cry The god is come down to shape remedy. No doubt he is here even in yonder throne But in your matter he trusteth me alone Wherein I do perceive by your complaint Oppression of rain doth make the wind so faint That ye wind millers be elene cast away. If Iupyter help not it is as ye say But in few words to tell you my mind round Upon this condition I would be bound Day by day to say our ladies sauter That in this world were no drop of water Nor never rain but wind continual Then should we wind millers be lords over all.
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¶Nay by my trouth nor with none other man Yet I ſawe you well when I fyrſt began Howe be it ſo helpe me god and holydam I toke you but for a knaue as I am But mary nowe ſyus I knowe what ye be I muſt and wyll obey your authorytie And yf I may nat ſpeke with Iupyter. I beſeche you be my ſolyciter, ¶As in that I wyll be your well wyller I perceyue you be a water myller And your hole deſyre as I take the mater Is plente of rayne for encres of water The let where of ye affyrme determynately As onely the wynde your mortall enemy. ¶Trouth it is for it bloweth ſo alofte We neuer haue rayne or at the moſte nat ofte Wherfore I pray you put the god in mynde Clerely for euer to banyſhe the wynde. ¶Howe is all the wether gone or I come For the paſſyon af god helpe me to ſome I am a wynde myller as many mo be No wretche is wretchydnes ſo wretchyd as we The holde ſorte of my crafte be all marde at ones The wynde is ſo weyke it ſturrerh nat our ſtones Nor ſkantly can ſhatter the ſhytren ſayle That hangeth ſhaterynge at a womans tayle The rayne neuer reſteth ſo longe be the ſhowres Frome tyme of begynnynge tyll foure and twenty houres And ende whan it ſhall at nyght or at none Another begynneth as ſone as that is done Suche reuell of rayne ye knowe well ynough Deſtroyeth the wynde be it neuer ſo rough Wherby ſyns our mylles be come to ſtyll ſtanddynge Nowe may we wynde myllers go euyn to hangynge A myller with a moryn and a myſchyefe Who woulde be a myller, as good be a thefe Yet in tyme paſt when gryndynge was plente Who were ſo lyke goddes felowes as we As faſte as god made corne we myllers made meale Whiche myght be beſte forborne for comone weale But let that gere paſſe for I feare our pryde Is cauſe of the care whiche god dothe vs prouyde Wherfore I ſubmyt me entendynge to ſe What comforte may come by humylitie And nowe at this tyme they ſayde in the crye The god is come downe to ſhape remedy. No doute he is here euen in yonder trone But in your mater he truſteth me alone Wherin I do perceyue by your complaynte Oppreſſion of rayne doth make the wynde ſo faynte That ye wynde myllers be elene caſte awaye. ¶Yf Iupyter helpe nat it is as ye ſaye But in fewe wordes to tell you my mynde rounde Vpon this condicion I wolde be bounde Day by day to ſay our ladyes ſauter That in this worlde were no drope of water Nor neuer rayne but wynde continuall Then ſhulde we wynde myllers be lordes ouer all.