Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Now mother, so God help me, They that will believe him, is worse than mad. The womanhood of your daughter here I do see. I say no more, of mine honesty it is too bad. By your honesty, a man may you assoon believe, As I will do a dog when he sweareth by his Christendom. A stopping morsel anon to you I will give, I will be even with you, I swear by my holy doom. Is there such a beast as you speak off? And will he devour none, but women that be old? I promise you mother, I do not scoff, Dreadful he is, and horrible to be hold. An huge beast, and of a marvelous strength, From Dover to Weighed, head, tail, and mouth: We esteem him to be larger in length, And in breadth, from Donwish to Porchmouth, He hath devoured all the old women in Afric, And now he hasteth into Drop with all speed: Merchant men can tell you, that use there to traffic, To talk any more of the matter, what shall it need. A peddler going about to sell lies: I think of them you have more plenty, than you have ware, Such fellows do nothing else but devise Tales and Fables, and such Lemers as these are. Father be these lies that I speak, He shall snatch up the husband with the wife: And because the old man God's laws do break, In a strange nation he shall end his life. But when this shall come to pass, As it shall come to pass be sure of that, Than fathers and mothers shall cry alas, For their own children shallbe thrown down flat. By Saint Anne, but those words make me afraid, The man knoweth more than we perchance: Now surely mother as I am true maid, He knoweth no more than the falconer of France. True maid, fie for shame, why do ye swear? I know more than the priest spoke of on Sunday: Remember you not what I said even now to you in your ear? The matter was broken the six day of May. But when angry Saturn shall have the regiment, And rule again as he did first: Then fair maids shall die through famishment, And young springals shall perish for thirst. I love none of this bibble-babble I, by this light, peddler hast thou any pure spectacles to sell? I would have a pair that were of an old sight, For I am above threescore and ten, to you I may tell. He hath as many spectacles, needles, and pins, He goeth about the country under that pretence. Much money for wares you may take in inns, And besides the same, your charges and expense.
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Now mother, so God helpe me, They that will beleeue him, is worse then mad. The womanhead of your daughter here I do see. I say no more, of mine honestie it is too bad. By your honestie, a man may you assoone beleeue, As I will do a dog when he sweareth by his christendome. A stopping morsell anon to you I will giue, I will be euen with you, I sweare by my holy dome. Is there such abeast as you speake off? And will he deuoure none, but women that be old? I promise you mother, I do not scoffe, Dreadfull he is, and horrible to be hold. An hugebeast, and of a maruellous strength, From Douer to Wayd, head, taile, and mouth: We esteeme him to be larger in length, And in bredth, from Donwish to▪ Perchmouth, He hath deuoured all the old women in Affricke, And now he hasteth into Droppe with all speed: Marchant men can tell you, that vse there to trafficke, To talke any more of the matter, what shall it need. A Pedler going about to sell lies: I thinke of them you haue more plenty, than you haue ware, Such fellowes do nothing else but deuise Tales and Fables, and such Lemers as these are. Father be these lies that I speake, He shall snatch vp the husband with the wife: And because the old man Gods lawes do breake, In a straunge nation he shall end his life. But when this shall come to passe, As it shall come to passe be sure of that, Then fathers and mothers shall crie alasse, For their own children shalbe throwne down flat. By Saint Anne, but those words make me afraide, The man knoweth more then we perchance: Now surely mother as I am true maide, He knoweth no more then the Faukener of France. True maid, fie for shame, why do ye sweare? I know more then the priest spake of on Sunday: Remember you not what I said euen now to you in your eare? The matter was broken the six day of May. But when angrie Saturne shall haue the regiment, And rule againe as he did first: Then faire maides shall die through famishment, And yoong springals shall perish for thirst. I loue none of this bibble bable I, by this light, Pedler hast thou anie pure spectacles to sell? I would haue a paire that were of an old sight, For I am aboue threescore and ten, to you I may tell. He hath as manie spectacles, needles, and pinnes, He goeth about the countrie vnder that pretence. Much mony for wares you may take in Innes, And besides the same, your charges and expence.