Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Peace fool, welcome my son, though I am poor My love shall not be so: go daughter Grissel, Fetch water from the spring to seeth our fish, Which yesterday I caught: the cheer is mean, But be content, when I have sold these Baskets, The money shall be spent to bid thee welcome: Grissel make haste, run and kindle fire. Go Grissel I'll make fire, and scour the kettle, it's a hard world when scholars ease fish upon flesh days Is't not a shame for me that am a man, Nay more, a scholar to endure such need, That I must pray on him, whom I should feed? Nay grieve not Son, better have felt worse woe Come sit by me while I work to get bread, And Grissel spin us yearn to clothe our backs. Thou shalt read doctrine to us for the soul, Then what shall we there want, nothing my son For when we cease from work even in that while, My song shall charm griefs ears and care beguile. Father as I was running to fetch water, I saw the marquis with a gallant train Come riding towards us, O see where they come. See where my Grissel, and her father is, methinks for beauty shining through those weeds, Seems like a bright star in the sullen night. How lovely poverty dwells on her back, Did but the proud world note her as I do, She would cast off rich robes, forswear rich state, To clothe them in such poor habiliments, Father good fortune ever bless thine age. All happiness attend my gracious Lord. And what wish you fair Maid? That your high thoughts. To your contentment may be satisfied. Thou wouldst wish so, knewst thou for what I come Brother of Pavia behold this virgin, Mario Lepido is she not fair? Brother I have not seen so mean a creature, So full of beauty. Were but Grissel's birth, As worthy as her form, she might be held A fit companion for the greatest state. Oh blindness, so that men may beauty find, They near respect the beauties of the mind, Father Ianicola what's he that speaks A poor despised scholar and my Son. This is no time to hold dispute with scholars Tell me in faith old man what dost thou think, Because the marquis visits thee so oft? The will of PRINCE's subjects must not search, Let it suffice, your grace is welcome hither. And i'll requite that welcome if I live, Grissel suppose a man should love you dearly, As I know some that do, would you agree To quittance true affection with the like. None is so fond to fancy poverty. I say there is: come Lords stand by my side, Nay brother you are sped and have a wife, Then give us leave that are all Bachelors, Now Grissel, eye us well and give your verdict, Which of us three you hold the properest man, I have no skill to judge proportions.
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Peace foole, welcome my sonne, thogh I am poore My loue shall not be so: goe daughter Grissill, Fetch water from the spring to séeth our fish, Which yesterday I caught: the cheare is meane, But be content, when I haue solde these Baskets, The monie shall be spent to bid thee welcome: Grissill make hast, run and kindle fire. Goe Grissill Ile make fire, and scoure the kettle, its a hard world when schollers ease fish vpon flesh daies Ist not a shame for me that am a man, Nay more, a scholler to endure such neede, That I must pray on him, whome I should feede? Nay grieue not Sonne, better haue felt worse woe Come sit by me while I worke to get bread, And Grissill spin vs yearne to cloath our backs. Thou shalt reade doctrine to vs for the soule, Then what shall we there want, nothing my sonne For when we cease from worke euen in that while, My song shall charme griefes eares and care beguile. Father as I was runaing to fetch water, I saw the Marquesse with a gallant traine Come riding towards vs, O see where they come. See where my Grissill, and her father is, Me thinkes for beautie shining through those weedes, Seemes like a bright starre in the sullen night. How louely pouertie dwels on her backe, Did but the proud world note her as I doe, She would cast off rich robes, forsweare rich state, To cloth them in such poore abiliments, Father good fortune euer blesse thine age. All happines attend my gracious Lorde. And what wish you faire Maide? That your high thoughts. To your contentment may be satisfied. Thou wouldst wish soe, knewst thou for what I come Brother of Pauia beholde this virgin, Mario Lepido is she not faire? Brother I haue not seene so meane a creature, So full of beautie. Were but Grissils birth, As worthie as her forme, she might be held A fit companion for the greatest state. Oh blindnes, so that men may beautie finde, They nere respect the beauties of the minde, Father aniola whats hee that speakes A poore despised scholler and my Sonne. This is no time to holde dispute with schollers Tell me in faith olde man what dost thou thinke, Because the Marquesse visits thee so oft? The will of Princes subiects must not serch, Let it suffice, your grace is welcome hither. And ile requite that welcome if I liue, Grissill suppose a man should loue you dearely, As I know some that doe, would you agree To quittance true affection with the like. None is so fond to fancie pouertie. I say there is: come Lords stand by my side, Nay brother you are sped and haue a wife, Then giue vs leaue that are all Batchelers, Now Grissil, eye vs well and giue your verdicte, Which of vs three you holde the proprest man, I have no skill to iudge proportions.