Anonymous · published 1570 · first performed or written 1568 [before 1569] (Annals) moral · Children of Paul's (first)(?) unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 548 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I bless thee here with all such gifts as nature can bestow And for thy sake I would they were as many hundred more Take therewith all this child, to wait upon the stil. A bird of mine some kin to thee, his name is Will. Welcome to me my will, what service canst thou do, All things forsooth, sir when me list and more to. But when wilt thou list, when I shall list I trow Trust not to that, peradventure yea, peradventure no, When I have need of thee thou wilt not serve me so, If ye bid me run, perhaps I will go: Cock soul this is a boy for the nonse amongst twenty more, I am plain I tell you at a word and a blow, Then must I prick you child if you be drowned in sloth Agree you twain for I must leave you both, Farewell my son: farewell mine own good Will, Be ruled by Wit, and be obedient still, Force the I cannot but as far as lies in me, I will help thy master to make a good servant of thee Farewell. Adieu Lady mother with thanks for all your pain And now let me bethink myself again & eke again To match with Science is the thing that I have took in hand, A matter of more weight I see, than I did understand Will must be won to this, or else it will be hard Will must go break the matter first, or else my gain is marred, Sir boy are you content to take such part for me As god shall send, and help it forth as much as lies in thee. You a Master by his wounds or else cut of his head. Come then & let us two devise what trace were best to tredde, Nature is on my side and Will my boy is fast, There is no doubt I shall obtain my joys at last. What Will I say Will boy come again foolish elf I cry you mercy sir you are a tall man yourself, Such a cokbraine as thou art I never saw y like to it Truth in respect of you that are nothing else but Wit Canst thou tell me thy errand because thou art gone so soon, Can I remember a long tale of a man in the moon, With such a circumstance and such flim-flam I will tell at a word whole servant I am Wherefore I come and what I have to say, And call for her answer, before I come away What should I make a broad tree, of every little shrub, And keep her agreat while with a tale of a tub. Yet thou must commend me to be rich, lusty pleasant and wise. I can not commend you, but I must make twenty lies Rich quoth you, that appeareth by the port that you keep, Even as rich as a new shorn sheep Of pleasant conceits, ten busshells to the peck, Lusty like a herring, with a bell about his neck, Wile as a woodcock: as brag as a bodylouse, A man of your hands, to match with a mouse: How say you, are not these proper qualities to praise you with.
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I blesse thee here with al such gifts as nature can bestow And for thy sake I would they were as many hundred moe Take therwith all this childe, to wayte vpon the stil. A byrde of myne some kinne to thee, his name is Wyll. Wellcome to me my will, what seruice canst thou doe, All thinges forsooth, sir when me liste and more to. But when wilt thou list, when I shall list I trowe Trust not to that, paraduenture yea, paraduenture noe, When I haue néede of thee thou wilt not serue me soe, If yée byd me runne, perhappes I will goe: Cock soule this is a boye for the nonse amongest twentie moe, I am plaine I tell you at a worde and a bloe, Then must I pricke you childe if you be drowned in slouth Agrée you twayne for I must leaue you both, Farewel my sonne: farewel myne owne good Will, Be ruled by Witte, and be obedient still, Force the I cannot but as farre as lies in me, I wil helpe thy master to make a good seruant of thée Farrewell. Adue Lady mother with thankes for al your peine And now let me bethincke my self againe & eke again To matche with Science is the thinge that I haue toke in hande, A matter of more weight I sée, then I did vnderstande Will must be wonne to this, or els it wil be hard Will must goe breake the matter first, or els my gaine is marde, Sir boye are you content to take such parte for me As god shall sende, and helpe it forth as much as lyes in thee. Ye a Mayster by his wounds or els cut of his head. Come then & let vs two deuise what trace were best to tredde, Nature is on my syde and Wyll my boye is fast, There is no doubt I shall obtayne my ioyes at last. VVhat Will I say Wil boye come againe folishe elfe I crye you mercy sir you are a tall man your selfe, Such a cokbraine as thou art I neuer saw y• like to it Truth in respect of you that are nothing els but Wit Cāst thou tel me thy errād because thou art gone so sone, Can I remember a longe tale of a man in the moone, With such a circumstaunce and such flym flam I wyll tell at a worde whole seruante I am Wherfore I come and what I haue to saye, And cal for her aunswere, before I come awaye What should I make a brode trée, of euery litell shrubbe, And kepe her agreat whyle with a tale of a tubbe. Yet thou must commend me to be rich, lusty pleasaunt and wyse. I can not commend you, but I must make twentie lies Rich quoth you, that appeareth by the port that you kepe, Euen as rich as a newe shorne sheepe Of pleasaunt conceiptes, ten busshells to the pecke, Lusty like a herringe, with a bell about his necke, Wyle as a woodcocke: as brage as a bodylouse, A man of your handes, to matche wyth a mouse: How say you, are not these proper qualities to prayse you with.