Udall, Nicholas · published 1568 · first performed or written 1554 [c.1550-1557] (Annals) biblical play unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
I blame not dogs to take it, if they may it geat: But as for my part, they could have pardie, A small relevavit of that that ye give me. They may run light enough for aught of me they got, I had not a good meals meat this week that I wot. If we have luck this day to kill Hare, Teg, or Do, Thou shalt eat thy belly full, till thou criest hoe. I thank you when I have it, master Esau. Well, come on, let us go now servant Ragau. Is there any thing more, that I should say or do? For perhaps we come not again this day or two. I know nothing master, to God I make a vow, Except you would take your brother Iacob with you: I never yet saw him with you an hunting go, Shall we prove him once whether he will go or no? No, no, that were in vain: Alas good simple mome. Nay, he must tarry and suck mother's dug at home: Iacob must keep home I trow, under mother's wing, To be from the Tents he loveth not of all thing. Iacob loveth no hunting in the wild forest: And would fear if he should there see any wild beast. Yea to see the game run, Iacob would be in fear. In good sooth I ween he would think each Hare a Bear. What brother mine, what a word call ye that? Sir I am scarce waked: I spoke ere I wist what. Come on your ways my child, take the law of the game. I will wake you I trow, and set your tongue in frame. Oh what have you done master Esau, God's apes. Why can ye not yet refrain from letting such scapes? Come on, ye must have three iertes for the nonce. One. Oh, for God's love sir have done, dispatch at once. Nay there is no remedy but bide it, there is twain. O ye rent my chevril, let me be passed my pain. Take heed of Hunting terms from henceforth, there is three. Whoup. Now a mischief on all moping fools for me. Iacob shall keep the Tents ten year for Ragau, Ere I move again that he hunt with Esau. Come on, now let us go. God send us game and luck, And if my hand serve me well, Ye will kill a Duck. AH sir, I see I am an early man this morn, I am once more beguiled with Esau his horn. But there is no such stirrer as Esau is: He is up day by day before the Crow pis: Then maketh he with his Horn such tooting and blowing And with his wide throat such shouting and hallowing, That no neighbour shall in his Tent take any rest, From Esau addresseth him to the Forest. So that he maketh us whether we will or no, Better husbands than we would be, abroad to go, Each of us about our business and our work. But whom do I see yonder coming in the dark? It is my neighbour Zethar, I perceive him now.
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I blame not dogges to take it, if they may it geat: But as for my parte, they coulde haue pardie, A ſmall releuauit of that that ye giue me. They may runne light inough for ought of me they got, I had not a good meales meate this wéeke that I wot. If we haue lucke thys day to kill Hare, Teg, or Doe, Thou ſhalt eate thy belly full, tyll thou cryeſt hoe. I thanke you when I haue it, mayſter Eſau. Well, come on, let vs goe nowe ſeruant Ragau. Is there any thing more, that I ſhoulde ſay or do? For perhaps we come not againe this day or two. I know nothing maiſter, to God I make a vow, Except you woulde take your brother Iacob with you: I neuer yet ſawe hym with you an hunting goe, Shall we proue hym once whether he will goe or no? No, no, that were in vaine: Alas good ſimple mome. Nay, he muſt tarrie and ſucke mothers dugge at home: Iacob muſt kéepe home I trow, vnder mothers wing, To be from the Tentes he loueth not of all thing. Iacob loueth no huntyng in the wylde foreſt: And would feare if he ſhoulde there ſée any wylde beaſt. Yea to ſée the game runne, Iacob would be in feare. In good ſooth I wene he would think eche Hare a Beare. What brother myne, what a worde call ye that? Syr I am ſcarſe waked: I ſpake ere I wyſt what. Come on your ways my childe, take the law of the game. I will wake you I trowe, and ſet your tongue in frame. Oh what haue you done maiſter Eſau, Gods apes. Why can ye not yet refraine from lettyng ſuch ſcapes? Come on, ye muſt haue thrée iertes for the nonce. One. Oh, for Gods loue ſyr haue done, diſpatche at once. Nay there is no remedy but byde it, there is twaine. O ye rent my cheuerell, let me be paſt my paine. Take hede of Hūting termes frō henſforth, there is thrée. Whoup. Nowe a miſchief on all mopyng fooles for mée. Iacob ſhall kéepe the Tentes tenne yeare for Ragau, Ere I moue agayne that he hunt wyth Eſau. Come on, now let vs goe. God ſende vs game and lucke, And if my hande ſerue me well, Ye wyll kill a Ducke. AH ſyr, I ſée I am an early man thys morne, I am once more begylde with Eſau his horne. But there is no ſuche ſtirrer as Eſau is: He is vp day by day before the Crowe pis: Then maketh he with his Horne ſuch tootyng and blowing And with his wyde throate ſuch ſhouting and hallowing, That no neighbour ſhall in his Tent take any reſt, From Eſau addreſſeth hym to the Forreſt. So that he maketh vs whether we will or no, Better huſbandes than we woulde be, abroade to go, Eche of vs about our buſineſſe and our warke. But whome doe I ſée yonder commyng in the darke? It is my neyghbor Zethar, I perceyue hym nowe.