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 T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig typicality 0.77 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Peace my son, I thought by learning thou hadst been made wise, But I perceive it puffeth up thy soul, Thou tak'st a pleasure to be counted just, And kick against the faults of mighty men: Oh 'tis in vain, the earth may even as well Challenge the potter to be partial, For forming it to sundry offices: Alas the error of ambitious fools, How frail are all their thoughts, how faint, how weak? Those that do strive to justle with the great, Are certain to be bruised, or soon to break. Come, come mell with our Osiers, here let's rest, This is old homely home, & that's still best. Hush, hush, hush, hush, and I dance mine own child and I dance mine own child, etc.: ha ha, whoop old Master, so ho ho, look here, and I dance mine own child, etc.: here's sixteen pence a week, and sixteen pence a week, eight groats, soap and candle, I met her in Osier grove, crying hush, hush, hush, hush: I thought it had been some beggar woman, because of her pitcher, for you know they bear such household stuff, to put drink and porridge together, and I dance mine, etc. Oh father now forswear all patience, Grissel comes home to you in poor array, Grissel is made a drudge, a castaway. Grissel is welcome home to poverty, GOlden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise: Sleep pretty wantons do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby, Rock them rock them lullaby. Care is heavy therefore sleep you, You are care and care must keep you: Sleep pretty wantons do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby, Rock them rock them lullaby. Leave singing. We may choose, Grandsire sol fa once more, we'll alla mire him, and he we wail in woe, and who can hinder us? Sirrah Scholar read there, it's a commission for me to take away these children. Nay then you're welcome, there's four groats, and here's four more. To take away my children gentle Furio, Why must my babes bear this ungentle doom? Go look. O misery, O most accursed time, When to be foes to guilt is held a crime, Sister this fiend must bear your infants hence. Good Grissel bear all wrongs with patience. Good father let true patience cure all woe, You bid me be content, oh be you so. Father why do you weep? What can I do, Though her he punish, he might pity you. Let's fret and curse the marquis cruelly. I by my troth that's a good way, we may well do it, now we are out of his hearing. Must I then be divorced? and lose this treasure, I must and am content, since 'tis his pleasure, I pry thee tell we whither they must go? No. Art thou commanded to conceal the place? I.
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Peace my sonne, I thought by learning thou hadst been made wise, But I perceiue it puffeth vp thy soule, Thou takst a pleasure to be counted iust, And kicke against the faults of mighty men: Oh tis in vaine, the earth may euen as well Challenge the potter to be partiall, For forming it to sundry offices: Alas the errour of ambitious fooles, How fraile are all their thoughts, how faint, how weake? Those that doe striue to iustle with the great, Are certaine to be bruz'd, or soone to breake. Come, come mell with our Osiers, heere let's rest, This is olde homely home, & that's still best. Hush, hush, hush, hush, and I daunce mine own childe and I dance mine owne childe, &c: ha ha, whoop olde Master, so ho ho, looke heere, and I dance mine own childe, &c: heere's sixteene pence a weeke, and sixteene pence a weeke, eight groates, sope and candle, I met her in Osier groue, crying hush, hush, hush, hush: I thought it had been some begger woman, because of her pitcher, for you know they beare such houshold stuffe, to put drinke and porrage together, and I dance mine, &c. Oh father now forsweare all patience, Grissill comes home to you in poore array, Grissill is made a drudge, a cast-away. Grissill is welcome home to pouerty, GOlden slumbers kisse your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise: Sleepe pretty wantons doe not cry, And I will sing a lullabie, Rocke them rocke them lullabie. Care is heauy therefore sleepe you, You are care and care must keep you: Sleepe pretty wantons doe not cry, And I will sing a lullabie, Rocke them rocke them lullabie. Leaue singing. We may choose, Grandsire sol fa once more, we'll alla mire him, and he we waile in woe, and who can hinder vs? Sirra Scholler read there, it's a commission for mee to take away these children. Nay then y'are welcome, there's foure groates, and heere's foure more. To take away my children gentle Furio, Why must my babes beare this vngentle doome? Goe looke. O misery, O most accursed time, When to be foes to guilt is helde a crime, Sister this fiend must beare your infants hence. Good Grissil beare al wrongs wt patience. Good father let true patience cure all woe, You bid me be content, oh be you so. Father why doe you weepe? What can I doe, Though her he punish, he might pitty you. Let's fret and curse the Marquesse cruelly. I by my troth that's a good way, we may well do it, now we are out of his hearing. Must I then be diuorc'd? and loose this treasure, I must and am content, since tis his pleasure, I prie thee tell we whither they must goe? No. Art thou commaunded to conceale the place? I.