Wager, William · published 1570 · first performed or written 1560 [c.1559-c.1570] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 482 words
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Thou sleepest in death as the Prophet David doth say, Out of which sleep when thou shalt awake: Thou shalt perceive thou must needs away, And that on thee God will no mercy take. I am the plague of God properly called, Which cometh on the wicked suddenly: I go through all towns and Cities strongly walled, Striking to death and that without all mercy. Here thou wicked covetous person I do strike, Which once on the plough hadst taken hold: But willingly again thou runnest in the Dike: Therefore thy plague shallbe doubled seven fold. Come Sir Nicolas, come sir Nicolas, come Sir Nicolas come Ch'm faint by gisse, would ich had a little more buni. A pestilence take thee, hast thou not enough yet? Not, I can drink a Galon and eat never a bit. Come in the knaves name you must expound a matter I can expound good ale from fair water. Tush fellow thou must expound a piece of Scripture I can do it as well as any Bishop I am sure. I have spouted with the Genevians xx. on a row: And thou wert to good for them all I trow. Was I? yea faith that I was you shall under stand With a piece of Latin I set them all one dry land. And I pray thee heartily what was it? let me hear: Thou shalt if thou wilt promise' to give me a pot of beer Magistrorum clericium inkepe miorum Totus perus altus yongus et oldus Multus knavoribus et quoque fasorum Pick pursus omnius argentus shaws & polus. Let me see what they are all able to say to this. For out of deut a worthy piece of learning it is. A man may as much edifying out of my latin take: As ye may out of expositions that many ministers make Even as thou sayst, in faith much of a kind: For they place the scriptures as feathers in the wind. Peace body of me, our master is a sleep: Marry it was time indeed for us silence to keep. O I would if I could, but now it is to late: Hold thy peace I pray thee and do me no more rate. To whom speak you to Sir? to him or to me? There is no remedy now man, & that thou dost see. Passion of me Sirrah, he dreameth me think: Is there no remedy, but to hell I must needs sink? For my life devotion he is haunted with the Mare: Nay it is some wurser thing truly I fear. I hold a Crown he is not very well: So me thinks for he dreameth of going to Hel. We will wake him out of that troublesome sleep: Good Lord seest thou not? behold how he doth weep How do you good master? is he a sleep or a wake?
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Thou ſleepeſt in death as the Prophet Dauid dooth ſay, Out of which ſléep when thou ſhalt awake: Thou ſhalt perceiue thou muſt needs away, And that on thée God wil no mercy take. I am the plague of God properly called, Which commeth on the wicked ſudainly: I go through all townes and Cittyes ſtrongly walled, Striking to death and that without all mercy. Heer thou wicked couetouſe perſon I doo ſtrike, Which once on the plowe hadſt taken holde: But willingly again thou ranneſt in the Dike: Therfore thy plague ſhalbe doubled ſeuen folde. Come Sir Nicolas, come ſir Nicolas, come Sir Nicolas come Cham faint by giſſe, would ich had a little more buni. A peſtilence take thée, haſte thou not inough yet? No, I can drink a Galon and eat neuer a bit. Come in ye knaues name you muſt expoūd a matter I can expound good ale from fair water. Tuſh felow thou muſt expound a péece of Scripture I can doo it as wel as any Biſhop I am ſure. I haue ſpouted with the Geneuians xx. on a rowe: And thou wert to good for them all I trowe. Was I? yea faith that I was you ſhall vnder ſtand With a peece of Lattin I ſet them all one dry land. And I pray thée hartely what was it? let me hear: Thou ſhalt if yu wilt promiſe to giue me a pot of béer Magiſtrorum clericium inkepe miorum Totus perus altus yongus et oldus Multus knauoribus et quoque faſorum Pick purſus omnius argentus shauus & polus. Let me ſée what they are all able to ſay to this. For out of deut a worthy peece of learning it is. A man may as much edyfying out of my lattin take: As ye may out of expoſiciōs yt many miniſters make Euen as thou ſaiſt, in faith much of a kinde: For they place the ſcriptures as fethers in ye winde. Peace body of me, our maiſter is a ſleep: Mary it was time indeed for vs ſilence to kéep. Oh I would if I could, but now it is to late: Hold thy peace I pray thee and doo me no more rate. To whome ſpeak you to Sir? to him or to me? There is no remedy now man, & that thou dooſt ſée. Paſſion of me Sira, he dreameth me think: Is there no remedy, but to hel I muſt néeds ſink? For my life Deuoſion he is haunted with the Mare: Nay it is ſome wurſer thing truly I feare. I holde a Crown he is not very wel: So me thinks for he dreameth of going to Hel. We wil wake him out of that troubleſome ſleep: Good Lord ſéeſt thou not? beholde how he dooth wéep How doo you good maiſter? is he a ſléep or a wake?