Udall, Nicholas · published 1568 · first performed or written 1554 [c.1550-1557] (Annals) biblical play unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
No, I shall desire you to choose some other whelp. Being in your best lust I would topple with ye, And pluck a good crow ere ye broke your fast with me. What? are you mankene now? I reckon it best I, To bind your hands behind you even as ye lie. Nay have mercy on me, and let me not perish. In faith nought could I get wherewith you to cherish. Was there nothing to be had among so many? I could not find one but Iacob that had any, And no grant would he make for aught that I could say, Yet no man alive with fairer words could him pray. But the best red pottage he hath that ever was. Go pray him I may speak with him once ere I pass. That message by God's grace shall not long be undone. Hie thee go apace, and return again soon. If Iacob have due brotherly compassion. He will not see me faint after this fashion, But I dare say, the wretch had rather see me thrust, Than he would find in his heart to do so much cost: For where is between one freeman and another, Less love found than now between brother and brother? Will Iacob come forth to show comfort unto me? The whoreson hypocrite will as soon hanged be. Yet peace, methinketh Iacob is coming in deed: And my mind giveth me at his hand I shall speed. For he is as gentle and loving as can be, As full of compassion and pity. But let me see, doth he come? no I warrant you. He come quoth I? tush, he come? then hang Esau. For there is not this day in all the world round, Such another hodypeak wretch to be found. And Ragau my man, is not that a fine knave? Have any more masters such a man as I have? So idle, so loitering, so trifling, so toying? So prattling, so trattling, so chiding, so boying? So jesting, so wresting, so mocking, so mowing? So nipping, so tripping, so cocking, so crowing? So knappish, so snappish, so elvish, so froward? So crabbed, so wrabbed, so stiff, so untoward? In play or in pastime, so jocund, so merry? In work or in labour so dead or so weary? Oh that I had his ear between my teeth now, I should shake him even as a dog that lulleth a sow. But in faith if ever I recover myself, There was never none trounced as I shall trounce that elf. He and Iacob are agreed I dare say, ay, Not to come at all, but to suffer me here to die. Which if they do, they shall find this same word true, That after I am dead, my soul shall them pursue. I will be avenged on all foes till I die. Yea and take vengeance when I am dead too I. For I mistrust against me agreed they have: For th'one is but a fool, and tother a stark knave.
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No, I ſhall deſire you to chooſe ſome other whelpe. Being in your beſt luſt I woulde topple with ye, And plucke a good crowe ere ye brake your faſt with me. What? are you mankene now? I recken it beſt I, To bind your handes behind you euen as ye lye. Nay haue mercy on me, and let me not periſhe. In faith nought could I get wherwith you to cheriſhe. Was there nothing to be had among ſo many? I coulde not finde one but Iacob that had any, And no graunt would he make for ought that I could ſay, Yet no man aliue with fairer wordes coulde him pray. But the beſt redde pottage he hath that euer was. Go pray him I may ſpeake with him once ere I paſſe. That meſſage by Gods grace ſhall not long be vndone. Hie thee go apace, and returne againe ſoone. If Iacob haue due brothery compaſſion. He will not ſée me fainte after this faſhion, But I dare ſay, the wretche had rather ſée me throſt, Than he would finde in his harte to do ſo muche coſt: For where is betwene one fremman and an other, Leſſe loue found than now betwene brother and brother? Will Iacob come foorth to ſhewe comforte vnto me? The horeſon hypocrite will as ſoone hanged be. Yet peace, me thinketh Iacob is comming in dede: And my minde geueth me at his hande I ſhall ſpede. For he is as gentle and louing as can be, As full of compaſſion and pitie. But let me ſée, doth he come? no I warrant you. He come quod I? tuſhe, he come? then hang Eſau. For there is not this daye in all the worlde rounde, Suche an other hodypeake wretche to be founde. And Ragau my man, is not that a fine knaue? Haue any mo maiſters ſuche a man as I haue? So idle, ſo loytring, ſo trifling, ſo toying? So pratling, ſo traling, ſo chiding, ſo boying? So ieſting, ſo wreſting, ſo mocking, ſo mowing? So nipping, ſo tripping, ſo cocking, ſo crowyng? So knappiſhe, ſo ſnappiſhe, ſo eluiſhe, ſo frowarde? So crabbed, ſo wrabbed, ſo ſtiffe, ſo vntowarde? In play or in paſtime, ſo iocunde, ſo mery? In worke or in labour ſo dead or ſo weary? Oh that I had his eare betwene my téeth now, I ſhould ſhake him euen as a dog that lulleth a ſow. But in faith if euer I recouer my ſelfe, There was neuer none trounced as I ſhal trounce that elf▪ He and Iacob are agréed I dare ſay, I, Not to come at all, but to ſuffre me here to die. Whiche if they doo, they ſhall finde this ſame word true, That after I am dead, my ſoule ſhall them purſue. I wyll be auenged on all foes till I dye. Yea and take vengeaunce when I am deade too I. For I miſtruſt againſt me agréed they haue: For thone is but a foole, and thother a ſtarke knaue.