Udall, Nicholas · published 1568 · first performed or written 1554 [c.1550-1557] (Annals) biblical play unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 507 words
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God, who by his word and almightiful decree, Hath appointed thee Esau his lord to be, Hath appointed some way to have it brought about. And that is this way, my sprite doth not doubt. Upon your word mother, I will assay ere long, Yet it grudgeth my heart to do my brother wrong. Thou shalt do no wrong son Iacob, on my peril. Then by God's leave once assay I will. Then farewell dear son, God's blessing & mine with thee. I will again to the Tent. Well you be. Ah my sweet son Iacob, good fortune God thee send. The most gentle young man alive, as God me mend. And the most natural to father and mother: O that such a meek spirit were in thy brother, Or thy sire loved thee as thou hast merited, And then should Esau soon be disherited. WHere art thou my boy Mido, when I do thee lack? Who calleth Mido? here good master Isaac. Come lead me forth of doors a little I thee pray. Lay your hand on my shoulder, and come on this way. Now O Lord of heaven, the fountain of all grate, If it be thy good will that my will shall take place: Send success to Iacob, according to thy word, That his elder brother may serve him as his lord. Sir, whither would ye go, now that abroad ye be? To myfe Rebecca. Yonder I do her see. Lord, thou knowest Iacob to be thy servant true, And Esau all froward thy ways to ensue.. Yonder she is speaking, whatever she doth say: By holding up her hands, it seemeth she doth pray. Where be ye wife Rebecca? where be ye woman? Who is that calleth? Isaac my good man? Where be ye wife Rebecca, let me understand? She cometh to you apace. Here my lord, at hand. Saving that whatsoever God doth is all right, No small grief it were for a man to lack his sight. But what the Lord doth send or work by his high will, Can not but be the best, no such thing can be ill. All bodily punishment or infirmity, With all mannes of nature, whatever they be, Yea and all other affliction temporal: As loss, persecution, or troubles mortal, Are nothing but a trial or probation. And what is he that firmly trusteth in the Lord, Or steadfastly believeth his promise and word, And knoweth him to be the God omnipotent, That feedeth and governeth all that he hath sent: Protecting his faithful in every degree, And them to relieve in all their necessity? What creature (I say) that doth this understand, Will not take all thing in good part at God's hand? Shall we at God's hand receive prosperity, And not be content likewise with adversity? We ought to be thankful whatever God doth send, And ourselves wholly to his will to commend. So should it be, and I thank my lord Isaac, Such daily lessons at your hand I do not lack.
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God, who by his worde and almightifull decrée, Hath appoynted thée Eſau his lorde to bée, Hath appointed ſome way to haue it brought about. And that is thys way, my ſprite doth not doute. Vpon your worde mother, I will aſſay ere long, Yet it grudgeth my heart to doe my brother wrong. Thou ſhalt do no wrong ſonne Iacob, on my perill. Then by Gods leaue once aſſay I wil. Then farewell dere ſon, Gods bleſſing & mine with thée. I will againe to the Tent. Well you bée. Ah my ſwéete ſonne Iacob, good fortune God thée ſende. The moſt gentle yong man aliue, as God me mende. And the moſte naturall to father and mother: O that ſuch a meke ſpirite were in thy brother, Or thy ſyre loued thée as thou haſt merited, And then ſhould Eſau ſoone be diſherited. WHere art thou my boy Mido, when I doe thée lacke? Who calleth Mido? here good maiſter Iſaac. Come leade me forth of doores a little I thée pray. Lay your hande on my ſhoulder, and come on this way. Now O Lorde of heauen, the fountaine of all grate, If it be thy good will that my will ſhall take place: Sende ſucceſſe to Iacob, according to thy worde, That his elder brother may ſerue hym as his lorde. Syr, whyther would ye goe, now that abroade ye be? To myfe Rebecca. Yonder I doe hir ſée. Lorde, thou knoweſt Iacob to be thy ſeruant true, And Eſau all frowarde thy wayes to enſue.. Yonder ſhe is ſpeaking, what euer ſhe doth ſay: By holdyng vp hir handes, it ſéemeth ſhe doth pray. Where be ye wife Rebecca? where be ye woman? Who is that calleth? Iſaac my good man? Where be ye wyfe Rebecca, lette me vnderſtande? She commeth to you apace. Here my lorde, at hande. Sauing that what ſo euer God doth is all right, No ſmall griefe it were for a man to lacke his ſight. But what the Lord doth ſende or worke by his high will, Can not but be the beſt, no ſuch thing can be yll. All bodily puniſhement or infirmitie, With all mannes of nature, what euer they be, Yea and all other affictions temporall: As loſſe, perſecution, or troubles mortall, Are nothing but a triall or probation. And what is he that firmely truſteth in the Lorde, Or ſtedfaſtly beleueth his promiſe and worde, And knoweth him to be the God omnipotent, That féedeth and gouerneth all that he hath ſent: Protecting his faithfull in euery degrée, And them to relieue in all their neceſſitie? What creature (I ſay) that doth this vnderſtande, Will not take all thing in good parte at Gods hande? Shall we at Gods hand receyue proſperitie, And not be content likewiſe with aduerſitie? We ought to be thankefull what euer God doth ſende, And our ſelues wholy to his will to commende. So ſhould it be, and I thanke my lorde Iſaac, Suche dayly leſſons at your hande I doe not lack.