Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Now forasmuch as in these latter days, Throughout the whole world in every land Vice doth increase, and Virtue decays Iniquity having the upper hand. We therefore intend, good gentle Audience, A pretty short Interlude, to play at this present desiring your leave and quiet scisence To show the same, as is meet and expedient. The sum whereof, matter and argument, In two or three verses, briefly to declare, Since that it is for an honest intent, I will somewhat bestow my care. In the City of London, there was a rich man Who loving his son most tenderly, Moved him earnestly now and than, That he would give his mind to study. saying that by knowledge, science, and learning Is at the last gotten a pleasant life: But throng he the want, and lack of this thing Is purchased ponertie, sorrow, and strife. His Son notwithstanding, this gentle monition As one that was clean devoid of grace, Did turn to a mock, and open derision Most wickedly with an bushame fast face. In so much that contrary to his father's will Unto a young woman he did consent, Whereby of lust he might have his fill, And married the same in contynents. Not long after that, the child began To feel his wifes great frowardness, And called himself unhappy man, Oppressed with pains and heaviness. Who before that time, did live blessedly, Whilst he was under his father's wing But now being wedded, mourning and misery Did him torment without ending, But now it is time for me to be going, And hence to depart for a certain space, For I do hear the Rich man coming With the wanton boy into this place. LAther I beseech you father, show me the way What thing I were best to take in hand, Whereby this short life so spend I may That all grief and trouble, I might withstand. What is the meaning (my child) I the pray This question to be mand of me? For that thing to so, I am glad alway Which should not be grievous to the. Marye but therefore, of you counsel I take, seeing now my childhood, I am clean past, That unto me ye plainly do make, What to a youngman is best for to taste. I see nothing truly my Son so meet And to prove so profitable for the As unto the School to move thy feet, With studious Lads, there for to be. What the Scholeen aye father, nay, Go to the School is not the best way, Say what thou list, for I can not invent A way more commodious in my judgement.
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NOwe foraſmuche as in theſe latter dayes, Throughout the whole world in euery lande Vice doth encreaſe, and Vertue decayes Iniquitie hauynge the vpper hande. We therfore intende, good gentle Audience, A pretie ſhort Interlude, to playe at this preſent Deſyrynge your leaue and quiet ſciſence To ſhewe the ſame, as is mete and expedient. The ſume wherof, matter and argument, In two or thre verſes, briefely to declare, Synce that it is for an honeſt intent, I wyll ſomewhat beſtowe my care. In the Citie of London, there was a ryche man Who louynge his ſonne moſte tenderlye, Moued hym earneſtly now and than, That he woulde gyue his mynde to ſtudye. Sayinge that by knowledge, ſcyence, and learnynge Is at the laſt gotten a pleaſaunt lyfe: But throng he the want, and lacke of this thynge Is purchaſed ponertie, ſorowe, and ſtryfe. His Sonne notwithſtandynge, this gentle monition As one that was cleane deuoyde of grace, Dyd turne to a mocke, and open deryſion Moſte wickedly with an buſhame faſt face. In ſo muche that contrarye to his fathers wyll Vnto a yonge woman he dyd conſente, Wherby of luſte he might haue his fyll, And maryed the ſame in contynents. Not longe after that, the childe began To feele his wyffes great frowardenes, And called hymſelfe vnhappye man, Oreſſed with paynes and heauynes. Who before that time, dyd lyue bleſſedly, Whilſt he was vnder his fathers wynge But nowe beynge weddyd, mournynge and myſerye Dyd hym torment without endynge, But nowe it is tyme for me to be goynge, And hence to departe for a certeyne ſpace, For I do heare the Ryche man cōmynge With the wanton boye into this place. LAther I beſeche you father, ſhewe me the waye What thynge I were beſt to take in hand, Wherby this ſhorte lyfe ſo ſpende I maye That all gryefe and trouble, I myght withſtande. ¶ What is the meanynge (my chylde) I the praye This queſtion to be maunde of me? For that thynge to ſo, I am glad alwaye Which ſhoulde not be greuous to the. ¶ Marye but therfore, of you counſell I take, Seynge nowe my Chyldehood, I am cleane paſt, That vnto me ye playnely do make, What to a yongman is beſt for to taſt. ¶ I ſee nothinge truely my Sonne ſo mete And to proue ſo profytable for the As vnto the Schole to moue thy feete, With ſtudious Laddes, there for to be. ¶ What the Scholeen aye father, naye, Go to the Schole is not the beſt waye, ¶ Saye what thou lyſte, for I can not inuent A waye more cōmodyous in my Iudgement.