Udall, Nicholas · published 1568 · first performed or written 1554 [c.1550-1557] (Annals) biblical play unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
HOw say ye? have not I dispatched me quickly? A straw for that wench that doth not somewhat likely, I have brought here good herbs, & of them plenty To make both broth and farcing, and that full dainty, I trust to make such broth, that when all things are in, God almighty self may wet his finger therein. Here is time and parsley, spinach, and rosemary. Endive, succory, lacteux, violet, clary, Liver wort, marigold, sorrel, hearts tongue, and sage: pennyroyal, purslane, bugloss and borage, With many very good herbs more than I do name. But to tarry here thus long, I am much to blame. For if Iacob should come, I not in readiness: I must of covenant be shent of our mistress. And I would not for twenty pound I tell ye, That any point of default should be found in me. I Come to see if Iacob do not return yet, I can not marvel enough what should be his let, And greatly wonder he is away thus long. I fear much of his absence, lest some thing be wrong. As well as heart can wish all thing is ready here. And now to me each moment seemeth a whole year. But hark, methinketh I hear a young kid blée It is so in deed, I see Iacob, well is me. Hark master Iacob, heard ye ever kid blea so? I ween she knoweth afore hand whereto she shall go, I would not my father Isaac should hear: Nay, she will scarcely be still, when she is dead, I do fear. But lo I see my mother stand before the tent. O Lord, methinketh long son Iacob since thou went And methinketh mother, we have hied us well: I have made many feet to follow, I can tell. Give me thy kid my son, and now let me alone, Bring thou in thine Mido, and see thou be a stone. A stone? how should that be mistress? I am a lad: And a boy alive, as good as ere ye had: And now in bringing home this kid I have I trow, Tried myself a man, and a pretty fellow, I meant thou shouldest nothing say.. One warning is enough, ye bade us so last day. Well let me go in, and venison hereof make: And hearest thou Mido? see that good heed thou take, In any wise to come in my father's sight. Why he seeth no better at noon than at midnight. Is he not blind long since, and doth his eyes lack? Therefore go in dame, I bear an heavy pack. I leave you here Iacob, and heartily you pray, That when need shall require, you be not far away. I shall be ready mother, whensoe'er you call.
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HOw ſay ye? haue not I diſpatched me quickely? A ſtraw for that wenche that doth not ſomwhat likely, I haue brought here good herbes, & of them plenty To make both broth and farcing, and that full deinty, I truſt to make ſuch broth, that when all things are in, God almighty ſelfe may wet his finger therein. Here is time and percelie, ſpinache, and roſemary. Endiue, ſuckorie, lacteux, violette, clary, Liuer worte, marigolde, ſorell, hartes tong, and ſage: Peniryal, purſelane, bugloſſe and borage, With many very good herbes mo than I do name. But to tary here thus long, I am muche to blame. For if Iacob ſhould come, I not in readineſſe: I muſt of couenaunt be ſhent of our maiſtreſſe. And I would not for twenty pounde I tell ye, That any pointe of default ſhould be foun in me. I Come to ſée if Iacob do not returne yet, I can not maruell enough what ſhould be his let, And greatly wonder he is away thus long. I feare much of his abſence, leſt ſom thing be wrong. As well as hearte can wiſhe all thing is ready here. And now to me eche moment ſemeth a whole yere. But hearke, me thinketh I here a yong kidde blée It is ſo in déede, I ſée Iacob, well is mée. Hearke maiſter Iacob, hearde ye euer kidde blea ſo? I wene ſhe knoweth afore hande wherto ſhe ſhall go▪ I would not my father Iſaac ſhould heare: Nay, ſhe will ſcarſly be ſtil, when ſhe is dead, I do feare. But loe I ſée my mother ſtande before the tent. O Lord, me thinketh long ſonne Iacob ſince thou went And me thinketh mother, we haue hyed vs well: I haue made many féete to folowe, I can tell. Geue me thy kidde my ſonne, and nowe leat me alone, Bring thou in thine Mido, and ſée thou bée a ſtone. A ſtone? howe ſhoulde that be maiſtreſſe? I am a lad: And a boy aliue, as good as ere ye had: And nowe in bringyng home this kyd I haue I trow, Tried my ſelfe a man, and a preatie fellow, I ment thou ſhouldeſt nothing ſaye.. One warning is enough, ye bad vs ſo laſt day. Well let me go in, and veniſon hereof make: And heareſt thou Mido? ſée that good hede thou take, In any wiſe to come in my fathers ſight. Why he ſéeth no better at noone than at midnight. Is he not blinde long ſince, and dooth his eyes lacke? Therfore go in dame, I beare an heauy packe. I leaue you here Iacob, and hartely you pray, That when néede ſhall require, you be not farre away. I ſhall be ready mother, when ſo ere you call.