Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I can not tell, what was Socrates wife But mine I do know alas to well, She is one that is evermore full of strife And of all Scolders beareth the Bell. When she speaketh best, then brawleth her tongue When she is still she fighteth apace: She is an old Witch though she be young, No mirth with her, no joy or solace. I can not my Son thy state redress, Me thy Father thou didst refuse: Wherfore now helpe thy owne fooly shenes, And of thy wife no longer muse. My wife went forth no to the Country With certain gossips to make good cheer, And bade me at home still to be, That at her return, she might find me there: And if that she do take me from home, My bones alas she will make to crackell: And me her Husband as a stark mome, With knocking and mocking she will handle. And therefore if I may not here remain, Yet loving Father, give me your reward, That I may with speed ride have again, That to my wife's words, have some regard. If that at the first thou wouldest have been ordered. And done as thy Father counseled thee: So wretched a life had never chanced Whereof at this present thou complainest to me. But yet come on, to my house we will be going And there thou shalt see, what I will give: A little to help thy needy living: Since that in such penury thou dost live, And that once done, thou must hence again For I am not he, that will the retain. THis Interlude here good gentle audience, Which presently before you we have played: Was set forth with such care and diligence, As by us truly might well be showed. Short it is I deny not, and full of brevity But if ye mark thereof the matter, Then choose ye can not, but see plainly How pain and pleasure be knit together. By this little play, the Father is taught, After what manner his Child to use: Lest that through cockering at length he be brought His Father's Commandment to refuse, Here ye may learn a witty lesson, Betimes to correct his Son being tender: And not let him be lost and undone, With wantonness of mischief the Mother, For as long as the twig is gentle and plyent (Every man knoweth this by experience:) With small force and strength it may be bend Putting thereto but little diligence. But after that it waxeth somewhat digger And to east his branches largely beginneth, It is scant the might of all thy power, That one kowghe thereof▪ easily bendeth, This twig to a child may well be applied Which in his childhood, and age of Infancy: With small correction may be amended, Emoracing the School with heart and body. Who afterward with over much liberty,
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¶ I can not tell, what was Socrates wyfe But myne I do knowe alas to well, She is one that is euermore full of ſtryfe And of all Scolders beareth the Bell. When ſhe ſpeaketh beſt, then brawleth her tonge When ſhe is ſtyll ſhe fyghteth apace: She is an olde Witch thoughe ſhe be yonge, No mirth with her, no ioye or ſolace. ¶ I can not my Sonne thy ſtate redreſſe, Me thy Father thou dydſt refuſe: Wherfore now helpe thy owne fooly ſhenes, And of thy wyfe no longer muſe. ¶ My wyfe went foorth n to the Countrey With certayne Goſſyppes to make good chere, And bad me at home ſtyll to be, That at her returne, ſhe might fynde me there: And if that ſhe do take me from home, My bones alas ſhee wyll make to crackell: And me her Huſbande as a ſtarke mome, With knockyng and mockynge ſhe wyll handell. And therfore if I maye not here remayne, Yet louynge Father, geue me your rewarde, That I may with ſpeede ride haue againe, That to my wyfes wordes, haue ſome regarde. ¶ If that at the fyrſt thou woldeſt haue bene ordered. And done as thy Father counſayled the: So wretched a lyfe had neuer chaunced Wherof at this preſent thou complayneſt to me. But yet come on, to my houſe wee wyll be goynge And ther thou ſhalt ſee, what I wyll gyue: A lytell to helpe thy nedye lyuynge: Synce that in ſuch penurye thou doeſt lyue, And that once done, thou muſt hence agayne For I am not he, that wyll the retayne. THis Interlude here good gentle audience, Which preſently before you we haue played: ⸬ ⸬ Was ſet foorth with ſuch care and diligence, As by vs truely myght well be ſhewed. Shorte it is I denye not, and full of breuitie But if ye marke therof the matter, Then chooſe ye can not, but ſee playnely How payne and pleaſure be knyt togyther. By this lytell playe, the Father is taught, After what maner his Chylde to vſe: Leaſt that throughe cockerynge at length he be brought His Fathers Cōmaundement to refuſe, Here ye maye learne a wyttie leſſon, Betymes to correcte his Sonne beynge tender: And not let hym be loſt and vndone, With wantonnes of miſchiefe the Mother, For as longe as the twygge is gentell and plyent (Euery man knoweth this by experience:) With ſmall force and ſtrength it maye be bent Puttynge therto but lytell dylygence. But after that it waxeth ſomewhat digger And to eaſt his braunches largely begynneth, It is ſcant the myght of all thy power, That one kowghe therof▪ eaſely bendeth, This twygge to a chylde maye well be applyed Which in his childehoode, and age of Infancie: With ſmall correction maye be amended, Emoracynge the Schole with harte and bodie. Who afterwarde with ouer much lybertye,