Udall, Nicholas · published 1562 · first performed or written 1537 [Oct 12-24] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 535 words
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Telemachus lie down upright on the ground And stir not once for a thousand pound I am ready here pressed To do all your request The cowherd of Comertowne with his crooked spade Cause from thee, the worms soon to vade And jolly Iacke jumbler that juggleth with a horn Grant that thy worms soon be all to torn Good grandsire Abraham godmother to Eve Grant that this worms no longer this child grieve All the court of conscience in cockoldst ires Tynckers and tabberets tipplers taverners Tyttyfylles, tryfullers, turners and trumpers Tempter's, traitors, travailers and thumpers Thryftlesse, thievish, thick and thereto thin the malady of this worms cause for too blynne The virtue of the tail of Isaac's cow That before Adam in paradise did low Also the ioyste of Moses rod In the mount of caluarye that spoke with God Facie ad faciem, turning tail to tail Cause all these worms quickly to fail The bottom of the ship of Noah And also the leg of the horse of Troe The piece of the tongue of Balaams' ass the chawbone of the Ox that at Christ's birth was the eye to the of the dog that went on pilgrimage with young Thobye, these worms soon may suage the butterfly of Bromemycham that was borne blind The blast of the bottle that blowed Aelous wind The buttock of the bitter bought at Buckyngame the body of the bear that with Bevis came the backster of Balockburye with her baking peel Child fro thy worms I pray, may soon the heel The tapper of tavyestocke and the tapster's pot The tooth of the tytmus, the turd of the goat In the tower of tenysballes tostyd by the fire the table of Tantalus turned trim in mire yt tombe of Tom thredbare yt thrusle tyb through yt smock Make all thy worms child, to come forth at thy dock Sem Cam and Iaphat and col the myllars mare the five stones of Dauyd: that made goliath stare the wing with which seit Mychaell did fly to his mount the counters wherewith cherubin, did cheristones count The hawk with which Issuerus killed she wild boar Help that these worms my child, hurt the no more the maw of the morecocke that made mawd to mow when martylmas at moreton morened for the snow the spear of spanish spylbery sprent with spiteful spots the lights of the Laverocke laid at London lots the shynbon of saint Samuel shining so as the sun Grant child of the worms that soon thy pains be done Mother bryce of oxford and great Gyb of hynxey Also mawde of thrutton and mable of chartesey And all other witches that walk in dymminges dale Clytteringe and clattering there your pots with ale incline your ears, and hear this my petition and grant this child, of health to have fruition the blessing that Iorden to his Godson gave Light on my child and from the worms him save Now stand up little Telemachus anon I warrant the by to morrow, thy worms will be gone I thank you mother in my most heartily wise will ye sir to my father command me any service
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¶ Telemachus lye downe vprighte on the grounde And styrre not ones for a thousande pounde ¶ I am readye here preste To doo all youre requeste ¶ The cowherd of Comertowne with his croked spade Cause frome the, the wormes soone to vade And iolye Iacke iumbler that iuggleth with a horne Graunte that thy wormes soone be all to torne Good graundsyre Abraham godmother to Eue Graunte that this wormes no longer this chylde greue All the courte of conscience in cockoldst yres Tynckers and tabberets typplers tauerners Tyttyfylles, tryfullers, turners and trumpers Tempters, traytoures, trauaylers and thumpers Thryftlesse, theuyshe, thycke and thereto thynne the maladye of this wormes cause for too blynne The vertue of the tayle of Isaackes cow That before Adam in paradyse dyd lowe Also the ioyste of Moses rod In the mounte of caluarye that spake with God Facie ad faciem, turninge tayle to tayle Cause all these wormes quickly to fayle The bottome of the shyppe of Noe And also the legge of ye horse of Troe The peece of the tounge of Balaams asse the chawbone of the Oxe that at Christes byrth was the eye to the of the dogge that wente on pylgremage with yonge Thobye, these wormes sone may swage the butterflye of Bromemycham yt was borne blinde The blaste of the bottell that blowed Aelous wynde The buttocke of the bytter boughte at Buckyngame the bodye of the bere that wyth Beuis came the backster of Balockburye with her bakinge pele Chylde fro thy wormes I praye, maye sone the hele The tapper of tauyestocke and the tapsters potte The tothe of the tytmus, the torde of the gote In the towre of tenysballes tostyd by the fyer the table of Tantalus turned trym in myre yt tombe of Tom thredbare yt thrusle tyb through yt smock Make al thy wormes chylde, to come forth at thy docke Sem Cam and Iaphat and coll the myllars mare the fyue stones of Dauyd: that made goliath stare the wing with whiche seit Mychaell dyd fly to his moūt the counters wherwith cherubyn, did cheristones count The hawke with whiche Issuerus kylde she wylde bore Helpe that these wormes my chylde, hurt the no more the mawe of the morecocke that made mawd to mowe when martylmas at moreton morened for the snowe the spere of spanysshe spylbery sprente wt spiteful spottes the lyghtes of the lauerocke layde at London lottes the shynbon of saint Samuell shyninge so as the sunne Graunt child of the wormes that sone thy paines be don Mother bryce of oxforde and greate Gyb of hynxey Also mawde of thrutton and mable of chartesey And all other wytches that walke in dymminges dale Clytteringe and clatteringe there youre pottes with ale Inclyne youre eares, and heare this my peticion and graunte this childe, of healthe to haue fruition the blessinge that Iorden to his Godsonne gaue Lyght on my chylde and from the wormes him saue Now stand vppe little Telemachus anone I warrante the by to morow, thy wormes wyll be gone ¶ I thanke you mother in my most hartelye wise wyll ye syr to my father commaunde me anye seruice