Udall, Nicholas · published 1568 · first performed or written 1554 [c.1550-1557] (Annals) biblical play unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
marry sir now is master Iacob trim in deed, That is all tricksy and gallant so God me speed, Now I see apparel setteth out a man. Doth it become Esau so? nay beshrew me then. Ye may now go in nurse, and leave looking on him. I go, marry sir Iacob is now gay and trim. No forsooth mother, this raiment liketh not me. I could with mine own gear better contented be. And but for satisfying of your mind and will, I would not wear it, to have it for mine own still. I love not to wear another birds feathers. Mine own poor homely gear will serve for all weathers. Well content thyself, and follow my mind this day. Now the meat by this time is ready I dare say. Before that with to much enough it be all spilled, Take thy time, and assail thy father when thou wilt. Yea, but have ye provided mother I you pray, That nobody within may your counsel bewray? I warrant the matter all safe from uttering, I have stopped all mouths for once muttering. Therefore while the time serveth, I thee warn, To slack when all things are ready may do harm. Go before, & I follow: but my cheeks will blush red, To be seen among our folk thus appareled. COme Mido, for without thee I can nothing do. What is it sir, that ye would have my help unto? Nothing but to sit abroad, and take th'open air. That shallbe well done, the weather is very fair, Praised be the God of my father Abraham. Who sendeth all thing needful for the use of man, And most tenderly provideth he for me Isaac, Better than I can feel or perceive what I lack. Where is my most dear father? as I would have it, Taking the open air, here I see him sit. O my most dear father Isaac, well thou be. Here I am my sweet son, and who art thou tell me? Dear father, I am Esau thine eldest son, According as thou badst me, so have I done. Come in dear father, and eat of my venison, That thy soul may give unto me thy benison. But how hast thou sped so soon? let me understand. The Lord thy God at the first brought it to my hand. And art thou Esau mine elder son in deed? To ask that question father, what doth it need? Come near that I may feel whether thou be he or not, For Esau is rough of hear as any goat. Let me feel thy hand, right Esau by the hear, And yet the voice of Iacob soundeth in mine ear. God bless thee my son, and so will I do anon, As soon as I have tasted of thy venison. Come on, lead me in, I will eat a pittance. A little thing God wot to me is suffisance,
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Mary ſir now is maiſter Iacob trimme in déede, That is all trikſie and gallaunt ſo God me ſpéede, Now I ſée apparell ſetteth out a man. Doth it become Eſau ſo? nay beſhrewe me then. Ye may now go in nourſe, and leaue lookyng on him. I go, mary ſir Iacob is now gay and trim. No forſoth mother, this raiment liketh not me. I could with mine owne geare better contented be. And but for ſatiſfying of your minde and will, I would not weare it, to haue it for mine owne ſtill. I loue not to weare an other birdes feathers. Mine owne poore homely geare will ſerue for all wethers. Well content thy ſelfe, and folow my minde this day. Now the meate by this time is ready I dare ſay. Before that with to much enough it be all ſpilt, Take thy time, and aſſaile thy father when thou wilt. Yea, but haue ye prouided mother I you pray, That no body within may your counſaille bewray? I warrant the matter all ſafe from vttering, I haue ſtopped all mouthes for once muttering. Therfore whyle the tyme ſerueth, I thée warne, To ſlacke when all thinges are ready may do harme. Goe before, & I folow: but my chekes will bluſhe red, To be ſene among our folke thus apparailed. COme Mido, for without thée I can nothing do. What is it ſyr, that ye would haue my helpe vnto? Nothing but to ſitte abrode, and take th'open aire. That ſhalbe well done, the weather is very faire, Praiſed be the God of my father Abraham. Who ſendeth all thing nedefull for the vſe of man, And moſt tenderly prouideth he for me Iſaac, Better than I can féele or perceiue what I lacke. Where is my moſt dere father? as I would haue it, Taking the open ayre, here I ſée him ſitte. O my moſt déere father Iſaac, well thou be. Here I am my ſwéete ſonne, and who art thou tell me? Dere father, I am Eſau thine eldeſt ſonne, According as thou baddeſt me, ſo haue I done. Come in dere father, and eate of my veniſon, That thy ſoule may geue vnto me thy beniſon. But how haſt thou ſped ſo ſoone? let me vnderſtande. The Lorde thy God at the firſt brought it to my hande. And art thou Eſau mine elder ſonne in déede? To aſke that queſtion father, what dooth it néede? Come nere that I may féele whether thou be he or not, For Eſau is rough of heare as any goate. Let me féele thy hande, right Eſau by the heare, And yet the voice of Iacob ſowneth in mine eare. God bleſſe thée my ſonne, and ſo will I do anone, As ſoone as I haue taſted of thy veniſon. Come on, leade me in, I will eate a pittance. A litle thing God wotte to me is ſuffiſance,