Lyly, John · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1587-1591] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
And all my father's plate is made of Crimosin velvet. That brave with bread. These three had wise men to their Fathers. Why? Because when their bodies were at work about household stuff, their minds were busied about commonwealth matters. This is pure lawn: What call you this, a preface to your hair? Wisely you have picked a raisin out of a frail of figs. Take it as you list, you are in your own clothes. Saving a reverence that's a lie, my clothes are better, my father borrowed these. Long may he so do. I could tell that these are not mine if I would blab it like a woman. I had as lief you should tell them it snowed. Come let us take them off, for we have had the cream of them. I'll warrant if this be the cream, the milk is very flat, let us join issue with them. To have such issues of our bodies, is worse than have an issue in the body. God save you pretty mouse. You may command and go without. There's a gleek for you, let me have my gird, on thy conscience tell me what 'tis o'clock? I cry you mercy I have killed your cushion. I am paid stroke dead in the nest, I am sure this soft youth who is not half so wise as you are fair, nor you altogether so fair as he is foolish, will not be so captious. Your eloquence pass my recognizance. I never heard that before, but shall we two make a match between you? I'll know first who was his father. My father, what need you to care, I hope he was none of yours. A hard question, for it is odds but one begat them both, he that cut out the upper leather, cut out the inner, & so with one awl stitched two soles together. What is she? 'tis Prisius' daughter. In good time it fadges. What is he? Sperantus' son. So 'twill cotton. Damsel, I pray you how old are you? My son would scarce have asked such a foolish question. I shall be eighteen next bear-baiting. My daughter would have made a wiser answer. O how fitly this comes of! My father is a scold, what's yours? My heart throbs, I look him in the face, and yonder I espy Stellio. My mind misgives me, but whist, yonder is Memphio. In faith I perceive an old saw and a rusty, no fool to the old fool. I pray you wherefore was I thrust out like a scar crow in this similitude. My son and I ashamed, Dromio shall die. Father are you sneaking behind, I pray you what must I do next? My daughter, Risio thou hast cozened me. Now begins the game. How came you hither? Marie by the way from your house hither? How chance in this attire?
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And all my fathers plate is made of Crimosin veluet. That braue with bread. These three had wise men to theyr Fathers. Why? Because when their bodies were at worke about household stuffe, their mindes were busied about commonwealth matters. This is pure lawne: What call you this, a preface to your haire? Wisely you haue pickt a raison out of a fraile of figges. Take it as you list, you are in your owne clothes. Sauing a reuerence thats a lie, my clothes are better, my father borrowed these. Long may hee so doe. I could tell that these are not mine if I would blab it lyke a woman. I had as liefe you should tell them it snowd. Come let vs take them off, for we haue had the creame of them. Ile warrant if this bee the creame, the milke is verie flat, let vs ioyne issue with them. To haue such issues of our bodies, is worse than haue an issue in the bodie. God saue you prety mouse. You may command and go without. Theres a glieke for you, let me haue my girde, on thy conscience tell me what tis a clocke? I cry you mercie I haue kild your cushion. I am paid stroke dead in the neast, I am sure this soft youth who is not halfe so wise as you are faire, nor you altogether so faire as he is foolish, will not be so captious. Your eloquence passe my recognoscence. I neuer heard that before, but shal we two make a match betweene you? Ile know first who was his father. My father, what need you to care, I hope he was none of yours. A hard question, for it is oddes but one begate them both, hee that cut out the vpper leather, cut out the inner, & so with one awl stitcht two soles together. What is she? Tis Prisius daughter. In good time it fodges. What is he? Sperantus sonne. So twill cotton. Damsell, I pray you how olde are you? My sonne would scarce haue askt such a foolish question. I shall be eighteene next beare-baiting. My daughter woulde haue made a wiser aunswere. O how fitly this comes of! My father is a scolde, whats yours? My heart throbs, I looke him in the face, and yonder I espi Stellio. My minde misgiues mee, but whist, yonder is Memphio. In faith I perceiue an olde sawe and a rustie, no foole to the olde foole. I praie you wherefore was I thrust out lyke a scar crow in this similitude. My sonne and I ashamd, Dromio shall die. Father are you sneaking behind, I pray you what must I doe next? My daughter, Risio thou hast cosned mee. Now begins the game. How came you hether? Marie by the waie from your house hether▪ How chance in this attire?