Udall, Nicholas · published 1568 · first performed or written 1554 [c.1550-1557] (Annals) biblical play unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Ah Iacob, Iacob, well may he be called so: For he hath undermined me times two. For first mine heritage he took away me fro, And see, now hath he away my blessing also. Ah father, father, though Iacob hath done this thing: Yet let me Esau also have thy blessing. Shall all my good huntings for thee be in vain? That is done and passed, can not be called again. Mine act must now stand in force of necessity. And hast thou never a blessing then left for me? Behold, I have made thy brother Iacob thy Lord. A most poignant sword unto my heart is that word. All his mother's children his servants have I made. That word is to me sharper than a razor's blade. I have also stablished him with wine and corn. Woe be the day and hour that ever I was borne. What am I able to do for thee my son? Ah Iacob, Iacob, that thou hast me thus undone. Oh unhappy hap: oh misfortune, well away, That ever I should live to see this woeful day. But hast thou one blessing and no more my father? Let me also have some blessing good sweet father. Well, nature pricketh me some remorse on thee to have. Behold, thy dwelling place the earths fatness shall have. And the dew of heaven which down from above shall fall: And with dint of sword thy living get thou shall. And to thy brother Iacob thou shalt be servant. Oh, to my younger brother must I be servant? Oh, that ever a man should be so oppressed. Thine own fault it is that thou art dispossessed. Father, change that piece of thy sentence & judgement. Things done can not be undone, therefore be content, Let me be in quiet, and trouble me no more. Come Mido, in god's name lead me in at the door. Oh would not this chafe a man, and fret his guts out? To live as an underling under such a lout? Ah hypocrite, ah hedge-creeper, ah sembling wretch: I will be even with thee for this subtle fetch. O God of Abraham, what reason is herein, That to slay one's enemy it should be made sin? Were not one as good his part of heaven forego, As not to be revenged on his deadly foe? God was angry with Cain for killing Abel: Else might I kill Iacob marvelously well. I may fortune one day him to dispatch and rid: The Lord will not see all things, some thing may be hid. But as for these misers within my father's tent, Which to the supplanting of me put their consent, Not one, but I shall coil them till they stink for pain, And then for their stinking, coil them of fresh again. I will take no days, but while the matter is hot, Not one of them shall scape but they shall to the pot.
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Ah Iacob, Iacob, well may he be called ſo: For he hath vndermined me times two. For firſt mine heritage he toke away me fro, And ſée, now hath he awaye my bleſſing alſo. Ah father, father, though Iacob hath done this thing: Yet let me Eſau alſo haue thy bleſſing. Shall all my good huntings for thée be in vaine? That is done and paſt, can not be called againe. Mine act muſt now ſtand in force of neceſſitie. And haſt thou neuer a bleſſing then left for me? Behold, I haue made thy brother Iacob thy Lord. A moſt poinant ſworde vnto my heart is that word. All his mothers children his ſeruantes haue I made. That worde is to me ſharper than a raſers blade. I haue alſo ſtabliſhed him with wine and corne. Wo be the day and houre that euer I was borne. What am I able to do for thée my ſonne? Ah Iacob, Iacob, that thou haſt me thus vndone. Oh vnhappy happe: oh miſfortune, well away, That euer I ſhould liue to ſée this wofull day. But haſt thou one bliſſing and no mo my father? Let me alſo haue ſome bleſſing good ſwéete father. Well, nature pricketh me ſome remorſe on thée to haue. Behold, thy dwelling place the earthes fatneſſe ſhal haue. And the dew of heauen whiche doune from aboue ſhall fall: And with dinte of ſworde thy liuing get thou ſhall. And to thy brother Iacob thou ſhalt be ſeruant. Oh, to my yonger brother muſt I be ſeruant? Oh, that euer a man ſhould be ſo oppreſſed. Thine owne fault it is that thou art diſpoſſeſſed. Father, chaunge that piece of thy ſentence & iudgement. Things done can not be vndone, therfore be content, Let me be in quiet, and trouble me no more. Come Mido, in goddes name leade me in at the dore. Oh woulde not this chafe a man, and fret his guts out? To liue as an vnderling vnder ſuch a loute? Ah hypocrite, ah hedgecréeper, ah ſembling wretche: I will be euen with thée for this ſubtill fetche. O God of Abraham, what reaſon is herein, That to ſlea ones enimy it ſhould be made ſinne? Were not one as good his part of heauen forgoe, As not to be reuenged on his deadly foe? God was angry with Caim for killing Abell: Els might I kill Iacob meruellouſly well. I may fortune one day him to diſpatche and ridde: The Lord will not ſee all things, ſome thing may be hid. But as for theſe miſers within my fathers tent, Which to the ſupplanting of me put their conſent, Not one, but I ſhal coyle them till they ſtinke for pain, And then for their ſtinking, coyle them of freſhe again. I will take no daies, but while the matter is hotte, Not one of them ſhall ſcape but they ſhall to the potte.