Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Nay by the Mass, I hold ye, a groat Those cruel tyrants cut not my throat: Better it were myself did fleye, Then they with the Rod my flesh should fleye. Well I would we did this talk omit, For it is loathsome to me every whit. What trade then (I pray thee) shall I devise Whereof thy living at length may arise? Wilt thou follow Warfare, and a Soldier be pointed, And so among Trojans and Romans be numbered, See ye not masters my Father's advise Haur ye the like at any time hard? To will me thereto he is not wise If my years and strength he did regard, You speak worse and worse, what soever ye say This manner of life is not a good way. For no kind of office can me please, Which is subject to wounds and strokes always. Somewhat to do, it is meet and conveniet, wilt thou then give thy diligent endenoure To let thy youth unhonestly be spent And do as poor knaves, which jares do scour? For I do not see that any good Art Or else any honest Science, or occupation Thou wilt be content to have a part After thy father's mind and exhortation. Ha', ha', ha', a labour in very deed, God sand him that life which stands in need. There be many fathers that children have And yet not make the worst of them a ●aue, Might not you of yourself be well a shamed Which would have your son thither constrained? I would not have the driven to that succour, Yet for because the Scriptures declare, That he should not ear, which will not labour Some work to do it must be thy ear. Father, it is but a folly with you to strive But yet notwithstanding I hope to thrive That this thine intent may take good success I pray God heartily of his goodness. Well, well, shall I in few words rehearse, What thing doth most my Conscience pierce? Therewith I am Son very well contented. Yea but I think that ye will not be pleased. In deed peradventure it may so chance. Nay but I pray ye without any perchance, Shall not my request turn to your grevannce. If it be just and lawful, which thou dost require, Both just and lawful have ye no fear. Now therefore ask, what is thy petition? Lo this it is without further Dilation, For so much as all youngmen for this my Beauty, As the Moon, the stars, I do far excel, Therefore out of made, with all speed posy●ly, To have a wife (me think) would do well, For now I am longe, lively, and iustie, And welcome besides to all men's company. Good Lord, good Lord, what do I here? Is this your beginning to perform my desire. It is my child, what meaneth thy doting? Why dost thou covet thy own un doing?
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¶ Naye by the Maſſe, I holde ye, a grote Thoſe cruell tyrauntes cut not my throte: Better it were my ſelfe dyd fleye, Then they with the Rodde my fleſſhe ſhoulde fleye. Well I woulde we dyd this talke omyt, For it is lotheſome to me euery whyt. ¶ What trade then (I praye the) ſhall I deuyſe Wherof thy lyuinge at length maye aryſe? Wilte thou folowe Warfare, and a Souldiour be pointed, And ſo amonge Troyans and Romaynes be nombred, ¶ See ye not mayſters my Fathers aduyſe Haur ye the lyke at any time harde? To wyll me therto he is not wyſe If my yeares and ſtrength he dyd regarde, Ye ſpeake worſe and worſe, what ſoeuer ye ſaye This maner of life is not a good waye. For no kynde of offyce can me pleaſe, Which is ſubiecte to woundes and ſtrokes alwaies. ¶ Somwhat to do, it is mete and conueniet, Wylte thou then gyue thy dylygent endenoure To let thy youth vnhoneſtly be ſpent And do as poore knaues, which Iares do ſcoure? For I do not ſee that any good Arte Or els any honeſt Science, or occupacion Thou wylte be content to haue a parte After thy fathers mynde and exhortacion. ¶ Ha, ha, ha, a laboure in verye deede, God ſend hym that lyfe which ſtandes in neede. There be many fathers that chyldren haue And yet not make the worſt of them a aue, Might not you of your ſelfe be well a ſhamed Which wolde haue your ſonne thyther conſtrayned? ¶ I woulde not haue the dryuen to that ſuccoure, Yet for bycauſe the Scriptures declare, That he ſhoulde not eare, which wyll not laboure Some worke to do it muſt be thy eare. ¶ Father, it is but a folye with you to ſtryue But yet notwithſtandynge I hope to thryue ¶ That this thyne intente maye take good ſucceſſe I praye God hartely of hys goodnes. ¶ Well, well, ſhall I in fewe wordes reherſe, What thinge doth moſt my Conſcience perſe? ¶ Therwith I am Sonne very well contented. ¶ Yea but I thynke that ye wyll not be pleaſed. ¶ In dede peraduenture it maye ſo chaunce. ¶ Naye but I praye ye without any perchaunce, Shall not my requeſt turne to your greuannce. ¶ If it be iuſt and lawfull, which thou doeſt requyre, ¶ Both iuſt and lawfull haue ye no feare. Nowe therfore aſke, what is thy peticion? ¶ Loe this it is without further Dilacion, For ſo much as all yongmen for this my Beautie, As the Moone, the ſtarres, I do farre excell, Therfore out of mde, with all ſpede poſyly, To haue a wife (me thynke) wolde do well, For now I am onge, lyuely, and iuſtie, And welcome beſydes to all mennes companye. ¶ Good Lord, good Lord, what do I here? ¶ Is this your begynnynge to performe my deſyre. ¶ It is my chylde, what meaneth thy dotynge? Why doeſt thou couet thy owne vn doynge?