Udall, Nicholas · published 1568 · first performed or written 1554 [c.1550-1557] (Annals) biblical play unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I am glad sweet husband that I see you appear, For I have a word or two unto you to say. Whatsoever it be, tell it me I you pray. Sir ye know, that now our life days are but short And we had never so great need of comfort, Now Esau his wives being Hethites both, Ye know to please us are much unwilling and loath. That if Iacob eke would take any Hittite to wife, Small joy should we both have or comfort of our life. Wife ye speak this well, and I will provide therefore, Call Iacob quickly, that he appear me before. I can run apace for him if ye bid me go. Go high thee at once then like a good son Mido. O Lord save thou my son from miscarrying. Come master Iacob, ye must make no tarrying, For I it is that shall be shent if you be slack, Here is your son Iacob now master Isaac. Son Iacob, make thee ready as fast thou can, And in all haste possible get thee unto Laban. He is thine own uncle, and a right godly man, Marry of his daughters, and not of Canan. In Mesopotamia shalt thou lead thy life. The lord prosper thee there, without debate or strife. And the God of Abraham prosper thee in peace, He multiply thy seed, and make it to increase, Now kiss me dear son Iacob, and so go thy way. Kiss me also sweet son, and hence without delay. Now most tender parents, as well with heart and word, I bid you well to fare, and leave you to the Lord. Nay master Iacob, let me have an hand also. even with all my heart farewell little Mido. Now will I depart hence into the tent again. As pleaseth God and you, but I will here remain. ANd is he gone in deed to mine uncle Laban, In Mesopotamia at the town of Haran? And is Iacob gone to the house of Bethuel? The whirlwind with him, and flinging fiend of hell. But I shall meet with him yet one day well enough. And who is this? my mother, whom I see here now? She stood here all this while sir, did ye not her see? Didst thou see her stand here, & wouldest not warn me? Son Esau, afore God thou art much to blame, And to do as I hear of thee, is a foul shame. Mother what is it ye heard of me of late? That thou dost thy brother Iacob deadly hate. Hate Iacob? I hate him and will do till I die. For he hath done me both great wrong and villainy. And that shall he well know if the Lord give me life. Fie upon thee to speak so like a lewd caitiff. My master Esau is of nature much hot, But he will be better than he saith, fear not. My birthright to sell did he not make me consent?
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I am glad ſwéete huſband that I ſée you appere, For I haue a worde or two vnto you to ſay. Whatſoeuer it be, tell it me I you pray. Sir ye know, that now our life daies are but ſhort And we had neuer ſo great néede of comfort, Now Eſau his wiues being Hethites both, Ye know to pleaſe vs are much vnwilling and loth. That if Iacob eke would take any Hethite to wife, Small ioy ſhould we both haue or comforte of our life. Wife ye ſpeake this well, and I will prouide therfore, Call Iacob quickly, that he appeare me before. I can runne pace for him if ye bidde me go. Go hye thee at once then like a good ſonne Mido. O Lorde ſaue thou my ſonne from miſcarying. Come maiſter Iacob, ye muſt make no tarying, For I it is that ſhall be ſhent if you be ſlacke, Here is your ſonne Iacob now maiſter Iſaac. Sonne Iacob, make thée ready as faſt thou can, And in all haſt poſſible get thée vnto Laban. He is thine owne vncle, and a right godly man, Marry of his daughters, and not of Canan. In Meſopotamia ſhalt thou leade thy life. The lorde proſper thée there, without debate or ſtrife. And the God of Abraham proſper thée in peace, He multiply thy ſéede, and make it to encreaſe, Nowe kiſſe me deare ſonne Iacob, and ſo go thy way. Kiſſe me alſo ſwéete ſonne, and hence without delay. Now moſt tender parents, as wel with heart and word, I bid you well to fare, and leaue you to the Lord. Nay maiſter Iacob, let me haue an hande alſo. Euen with all my heart farewell litle Mido. Now will I departe hence into the tent againe. As pleaſeth God and you, but I will here remaine. ANd is he gone in déede to mine vncle Laban, In Meſopotamia at the toune of Haran? And is Iacob gone to the houſe of Bethuel? The whirlewynd with him, and flyngyng fende of hel. But I ſhall mte with him yet one daye well enough. And who is this? my mother, whom I ſée here now? She ſtoode here al this while ſir, did ye not her ſée? Didſt thou ſée her ſtand here, & wouldeſt not warne me? Sonne Eſau, afore God thou art much to blame, And to do as I heare of thée, is a foule ſhame. Mother what is it ye heard of me of late? That thou doeſt thy brother Iacob deadly hate. Hate Iacob? I hate him and will do till I dye. For he hath done me both great wrong and vilanny. And that ſhal he well know if the Lord geue me lyfe. Fye vpon thée to ſpeake ſo like a lewde caytife. My maiſter Eſau is of nature much hote, But he will be better than he ſaith, feare not. My birthright to ſell did he not make me conſent?