Udall, Nicholas · published 1568 · first performed or written 1554 [c.1550-1557] (Annals) biblical play unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Sometime Esau's self will faint for drink and meat: So that he would be glad of a dead horse to eat. Yet of fresh the next morrow forth he will again, And sometime not come home in a whole night or twain: Nor no delight he hath, no appetite nor mind But to the wild Forest, to hunt the Heart or Hind, The Roebuck, the wild bore, the fallow Dear, or Hare: But how poor Ragau shall dine, he hath no care, Poor I, must eat Acorns or berries from the Tree. But if I be found slack in the suit following, Or if I do fail in blowing or hallowing, Or if I lack my Staff, or my Horn by my side: He will be quick enough to fume chafe, and chide. Am I not well at ease such a master to serve, As must have such service, and yet will let me starve? But in faith his fashions displease more than me, And will have but a mad end one day we shall see. He passeth nothing on Rebecca his mother, And much less passeth he on Iacob his brother. But peace, mum, no more: I see master Esau. how now, are we all ready servant Ragau? Art thou up for all day man? art thou ready now? I have been here this half hour sir waiting for you. And is all thing ready as I had, to my mind? Ye have no cause, that I know, any fault to find: Except that we disease our tent and neighbours all With rising over early each day when ye call. Ah thou drowsy draffsack, wouldest thou rise at noon? Nay I trow the sixth hour with thee were oversoon. Nay I speak of your neighbours being men honest, That labour all the day, and would fain be at rest: Whom with blowing your Horn ye disease all abouts. What care I for waking a sort of clubbish louts? And I speak of Rebecca your mother, our dame. Tutte I pass not whether she do me praise or blame. And I speak of your good father, old Isaac. Peace foolish knave: As for my father Isaac, In case he be a sleep, I do him not disease, And if he be waking, I know I do him please, For he loveth me well from mine nativity, And never so as now, for mine activity. Therefore have at it, once more will I blow my Horn To give my neighbour louts an hail peal in a morn. Now my master Lightfoot, how say you to this gear, Will you do your duty to red or fallow dear? And Swan mine own good cur, I do think in my mind, The game shall run apace, if thou come far behind: And ha Takepart, come Takepart, here, how say you child Wilt not thou do thy part? yes, else I am beguiled. But I shrew your cheeks, they have had too much meat.
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Sometime Eſaus ſelfe will faynt for drinke and meate: So that he would be glad of a dead horſe to eate. Yet of freſhe the next morow foorth he will againe, And ſomtime not come home in a whole night or twaine: Nor no delite he hath, no appetite nor minde But to the wilde Forreſt, to hunt the Harte or Hinde, The Roebucke, the wilde bore, the fallow Déere, or Hare: But howe poore Ragau ſhall dine, he hath no care, Poore I, muſt eate Acornes or Bearies from the Trée. But if I be founde ſlacke in the ſute folowing, Or if I do fayle in blowing or hallowing, Or if I lacke my Staffe, or my Horne by my ſyde: He will be quicke inough to fume chafe, and chide. Am I not well at eaſe ſuche a mayſter to ſerue, As muſt haue ſuch ſeruice, and yet will let me ſterue? But in faith his faſhions diſpleaſe moe than me, And will haue but a madde ende one day we ſhall ſée. He paſſeth nothing on Rebecca his mother, And much leſſe paſſeth he on Iacob hys brother. But peace, mumme, no more: I ſee maiſter Eſau. Howe nowe, are we all ready ſeruaunt Ragau? Art thou vp for all day man? art thou ready now? I haue ben here this halfe houre ſyr waityng for you. And is all thing ready as I had, to my mynde? Ye haue no cauſe, that I know, any fault to fynde: Except that we diſeaſe our tent and neighbours all With riſing ouer early eche day when ye call. Ah thou drouſy draffeſacke, wouldeſt thou ryſe at noone? Nay I trow the ſixth houre with thée were ouerſoone. Nay I ſpeake of your neighbours being men honeſt, That labour all the day, and would faine be at reſt: Whom with blowing your Horne ye diſeaſe al aboutes. What care I for waking a ſorte of clubbiſhe loutes? And I ſpeake of Rebecca your mother, our dame. Tutte I paſſe not whether ſhe doe me prayſe or blame. And I ſpeake of your good father, olde Iſaac. Peace fooliſhe knaue: As for my father Iſaac, In caſe he be a ſléepe, I doe him not diſeaſe, And if he be waking, I knowe I do him pleaſe, For he loueth me well from myne natiuitie, And neuer ſo as now, for myne actiuitie. Therfore haue at it, once more will I blow my Horne To giue my neighbour loutes an haile peale in a morne. Now my maiſter Lightfoote, how ſay you to this geare, Will you do your duetie to redde or fallow Deare? And Swan mine owne good curre, I do think in my minde, The game ſhal runne apace, if thou come farre behinde: And ha Takepart, come Takepart, here, how ſay you child Wilt not thou do thy part? yes, elſe I am beguilde. But I ſhrewe your chéekes, they haue had too much meat.