Udall, Nicholas · published 1568 · first performed or written 1554 [c.1550-1557] (Annals) biblical play unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
HE that were now within, should find all thing I ween, As trim as a trencher, as trick, as sweet, as clean. And seeing that my dame prepareth such a feast, I will not I trow be found such a sluttish beast, That there shall any filth about our tent be kept, But that both within and without it shall be swept. It hath been a proverb before I was borne, Young doth it prick that will be a thorn. WHo will be evil, or who will be good, Who given to truth or who to falsehood, Each Body's youth showeth a great likelihood. For young doth it prick that will be a thorn. Who so in youth will no goodness embrace. But follow pleasure, and not virtues trace, Great marvel it is if such come to grace. For young doth it prick that will be a thorn. such as in youth will refuse to be taught, Or will be slack to work as he ought, When they come to age, their proof will be nought. For young doth it prick that will be a thorn. If a child have been given to any vice, Except he be guided by such as be wise, He will thereof all his life have a spice. For young doth it prick that will be thorn. It hath been a proverb. etc. Now have I done, and as it should be for the nonce, My sweeping and my song are ended both at once. Now but for setting mine herbs I might go play. Deborah nurse Deborah, a word I you pray. What is the matter? who calleth me Deborah? Forsooth gentle nurse even I little Abra, I pray you sweet Deborah take in this same broom, And look well to all thing till I return home: I must to the garden as fast as I can trot, As I was commanded to fet herbs for the pot. But in the mean time, I pray you nurse look about And see well to the fire that it go not out, I will amble so fast, that I will soon be there, And here again I trow, ere an horse lick his ear. There is not a prettier girl within this mile, Than this Abra will be within this little while. As true as any steel: ye may trust her with gold. Though it were a bushel, and not a penny told. As quick about her work that must be quickly speed As any wench in twenty mile about her head. As fine a piece it is as I know but a few, Yet perchance her husband of her may have a shrew. Cat after kind (saith the proverb) sweet milk will lap, If the mother be a shrew, the daughter can not scape. Once our mark she hath, I marvel if she slip: For her nose is growing above her over lip. But it is time that I into the tent be gone. Lest she come and chide me, she will come now anon.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
HE that were now within, ſhould find all thing I wene, As trimme as a trēcher, as tricke, as ſwete, as cleane. And ſeing that my dame prepareth ſuche a feaſt, I will not I trow be found ſuch a fluttiſhe beaſt, That there ſhall any filthe about our tent be kepte, But that both within and without it ſhall bée ſwepte. It hath bene a prouerbe before I was borne, Yong doth it pricke that wyll be a thorne. WHo will be euill, or who will be good, Who geuen to truth or who to falſhood, Eche bodies youth ſheweth a great likelihood. For yong doth it pricke that will be a thorne. Who ſo in youth will no goodneſſe embrace. But folow pleaſure, and not vertues trace, Great meruaile it is if ſuch come to grace. For yong doth it pricke that will be a thorne. Suche as in youth will refuſe to be tought, Or will be ſlacke to worke as he ought, When they come to age, their proofe will be nought. For yong doth it pricke that will be a thorne. If a childe haue bene giuen to any vice, Except he be guided by ſuch as be wyſe, He will therof all his lyfe haue a ſpice. For yong doth it pricke that will be thorne. It hath bene a prouerbe. &c. Now haue I done, and as it ſhould be for the nonce, My ſwéeping and my ſong are ended both at once. Now but for fetting mine herbes I might go play. Deborra nurſe Deborra, a worde I you pray. What is the matter? who calleth me Deborra? Forſoth gentle nourſe euen I litle Abra, I pray you ſwéete Deborra take in this ſame brome, And looke well to all thing till I returne home: I muſt to the gardine as faſt as I can trotte, As I was commaunded to fet hearbes for the potte. But in t meane time, I pray you nourſe looke about And ſée well to the fyre that it go not out, I will aumble ſo faſt, that I will ſoone be there, And here again I trow, ere an horſe licke his eare. There is not a pretier gyrle within this mile, Than this Abra will be within this litle while. As true as any stele: ye may truſt her with gold. Though it were a buſhell, and not a peny tolde. As quicke about her worke that muſt be quickly ſpead As any wenche in twenty mile about her head. As fine a péece it is as I knowe but a few, Yet perchaunce her huſbande of her maye haue a ſhrewe. Cat after kinde (ſaith the prouerbe) ſwete milke wil lap, If the mother be a ſhrew, the daughter can not ſcape. Once our marke ſhe hath, I maruell if ſhe ſlippe: For hir noſe is growing aboue hir ouer lippe. But it is time that I into the tent be gone. Leſt ſhe come and chide me, ſhe will come now anone.