Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
None truly none, but that alas, alas Diseases among them do grow apace. For out of their back and side doth flow, Of very goore blood marvelous abundance, And yet for all that is not suffered to go, Till death be almost seen in their countenance. Should I be content then thither to run, Where the blood from my breech thus should spuane, So long as my wits shall be mine own, The schoolhouse for me shall stand alone. But I am sure that this kind of fashion Is not showed to children of honest condition. Of troth with these Masters is no difference For alike towards all, is their wrath and violence. Son in this point, thou art quite deceived And without doubt falsely persuaded For it is not to be judged that any schoolmaster, Is of so great fierceness and cruelty And of young Infants so sore a tormenter That the breath should be about to leave the body. Father this thing I could not have believed But of late days I did behold In honest man's son hereby buried Which through many stripes was dead and cold. peradventure the Child of some disease did labour Which was the cause of his Sepulture. With no disease surely, was he disquieted, As unto me it was then reported. If that with no such thing he were infected What was the cause that he departed. Men say, that of this man, his bloody master Who like a Lion most commonly frowned, Being hanged up by the heels together▪ Was belly and buttock grievously whipped. And last of all (which to speak I trembled) That his head to the wall he had often crushed. Thus to think Son, thou art beguiled verily, And I would wish the to suppose the contrary. And not for such tales my counsel to forsake Which only do covet thee learned to make. If Demesthenes and Tully were present truly They could not print it within my head happily. Yet by thy father's will and intercession, Thou shalt be content that thing to pardon. Command what ye list, that only excepted, And I will by ready your mind to fulfil, But where as I should to the School have resorted My hand to the Palmer submitting still. I will not obey ye therein to be plain, Though with a thousand strokes I be slain. woe is me my Son, woe is me, This heavy and doleful day to see. I grant in deed, I am your Son, But you my Father shall not be, If that ye mill cast me into that prison, Where torn in pieces ye might me see. Where I might see the torn and rend? O Lord I could not such a deed invent.
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¶ None truely none, but that alas, alas Diſeaſes amonge them do growe apaſe. For out of their backe and ſyde doth floe, Of verye goore bloode merueylous abundance, And yet for all that is not ſuffered to goe, Tyll death be almoſt ſeene in their countinaunce. Shoulde I be content then thyther to runne, Where the bloude from my breeche thus ſhoulde ſpuane, So longe as my wyttes ſhall be myne owne, The Scholehouſe for me ſhall ſtande alone. ¶ But I am ſure that this kynde of facion Is not ſhewed to children of honeſt condicion. ¶ Of trouth with theſe Maiſters is no dyfference For alyke towardes all, is their wrathe and violence. ¶ Sonne in this poynt, thou art quyte deceyued And without doubte falſely perſwaded For it is not to be iudged that any Scholemayſter, Is of ſo great fierſenes and crueltye And of yonge Infantes ſo ſore a tormenter That the breath ſhoulde be about to leaue the bodye. ¶ Father this thynge I coulde not haue beleued But of late dayes I dyd beholde In honeſt mannes ſonne hereby buryed Which throughe many ſtrypes was dead and colde. ¶ Perauenture the Childe of ſome diſeaſe did laboure Which was the cauſe of his Sepulture. ¶ With no diſeaſe ſurely, was he diſquieted, As vnto me it was then reported. ¶ If that with no ſuch thynge he were infected What was the cauſe that he departed. ¶ Men ſaye, that of this man, his bloudy mayſter Who lyke a Lyon moſt cōmonly frowned, Beynge hanged vp by the heeles togyther▪ Was bealy and buttocke greuouſlye whipped. And laſt of all (whiche to ſpeake I trembled) That his head to the wall he had often cruſſhed. ¶ Thus to thynke Sonne, thou art beguyled verilye, And I woulde wyſſhe the to ſuppoſe the contrary. And not for ſuche tales my counſell to forſake Which only do couet thee learned to make. ¶ If Demeſthenes and Tully were preſent truely They coulde not prynt it within my head hpely. ¶ Yet by thy fathers wyll and interceſſion, Thou ſhalt be content that thinge to pardon. ¶ Commaunde what ye lyſt, that onely excepted, And I will by redy your mynde to fulfyll, But where as I ſhulde to the Schole haue reſorted My hande to the Palmer ſubmyttynge ſtyll. I wyll not obey ye theri to be playne, Thoughe with a thouſande ſtrokes I be ſlayne. ¶ Wo is me my Sonne, wo is me, This heauy and dolefull daye to ſee. ¶ I graunt in dede, I am your Sonne, But you my Father ſhall not be, If that ye myll caſt me into that pryſon, Where torne in peices ye myght me ſee. ¶ Where I myght ſee the torne and rent? O Lord I coulde not ſuche a dede inuent.