Wager, William · published 1570 · first performed or written 1560 [c.1559-c.1570] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 482 words
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O good Lord, how my heart doth ache. O sick, sick, never so sick in my life berfore: Good Lord, policy I think I shall never go home more. Marry God forbidden, why where is your grief? All the parts of my body wanteth relief. O Devotion, I have such pains in my head: That truly, truly, I wish myself even dead. Me thought you dreamed, for to yourself you did talk In deed Sir, I dreamt I had a great journey to walk. O what great pains and torments I thought myself in: Lying in fire which to burn did never lin. And me thought before me the plague of God did stand: Ready to strike me with a Sword in his hand. And ever I asked him what was the cause: He answered that I was a transgressor of God's Laws. But Lord how sick I am, and how terrible is my pain: No place in my body, but sickness therein doth reign. I like not these foolish dreams, policy my friend: Tush a straw, upon them never set your mind. He that to dreams giveth any confidence or trust: Without doubt very unquietly live he must. O sick, sick, sick, o my head, o my back: What would you have Sir? tel us what you lack. Is it not best that I call hither a Physician? That he may of your sickness declare the disposition. O yea, yea, do so good devotion, I pray thee devotion God's blessing on thy heart, for thy witty motion. Depart I pray thee with as much haste as may be: It shall not be long or he be here, you shall see. O policy sick, never so sick, o hold my head: O sirrah, what shallbe come of all my goods when I am dead? Dead? body of me, do you rocken to die this year? Hold your peace I warrant you, ye need not to fear. Lo, see you not how the worldly man showeth his kind? As sick as he is, on his goods is all his mind. O policy if I might not die, what a fellow would I be In all this country should be none like unto me. S●ca, what a goodly Warret have I made in my hall? But yet my banqueting house pleaseth me best of all. O, o, alas what a pang is this at my heart? Body of me Aqua vitae, Vinagre, needs help he will depart. Saint Vncumber be with us, and the blessing of S. Anthony: Help, help our Lady of Walsingham and all her holy company Why? how now? what is the matter? how doth he Policy? Body of me help, he is gone else and that verily Stand away foolish knave and let master Physician come: Master Flebishiten, should I say, M. Physician, I pray you look in his bum
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Oh good Lord, how my hart dooth ake. Oh ſick, ſick, neuer ſo ſick in my life berfore: Good Lord, policy I think I ſhall neuer go hōe more. Mary God forbid, why where is your gréef? All the partes of my body wanteth reléef. Oh Deuotion, I haue ſuch paines in my head: That truely, truely, I wiſh my ſelf euen dead. Me thought you dremed, for to your ſelf you did talk In deed Sir, I dreamed I had a great iourney to walke. Oh what great paines and torments I thought my ſelf in: Lying in fire which to burn did neuer lin. And me thought before me the plague of God did ſtand: Redy to ſtrike me with a Sworde in his hand. And euer I aſked him what was the cauſe: He anſwerd that I was a tranſgreſſor of Gods Lawes. But Lord how ſick I am, and how terible is my pain: No place in my body, but ſicknes therin dooth reign. I like not theſe fooliſh dreames, policy my freend: Tuſh a ſtraw, vpon them neuer ſet your minde. He that to dreames giueth any confidence or truſt: Without dout very vnquietly liue he muſt. Oh ſick, ſick, ſick, oh my hed, oh my back: What would you haue Sir? tel vs what you lack. Is it not beſt that I call hether a Phiſicion? That he may of your ſicknes declare ye diſpoſition. Oh yea, yea, doo ſoo good deuotion, I pray thée deuotiō Gods bleſſing on thy hart, for thy witty motion. Departe I pray thee with aſmuch haſte as may be: It ſhall not be long or he be héer, you ſhall ſée. Oh policy ſick, neuer ſo ſick, oh holde my head: Oh ſira, what ſhalbe come of all my goods when I am dead? Dead? body of me, doo you rocken to dye this yéer? Holde your peace I warrant you, ye need not to feare. Lo, ſee you not how the worldly man ſhoweth his kinde? As ſick as he is, on his goods is all his minde. Oh policy if I might not dye, what a felow wold I be In all this contrey ſhould be none like vnto me. Sca, what a goodly Warret haue I made in my hall? But yet my banquiting houſe pleaſeth me beſt of all. Oh, oh, alas what a pang is this at my hart? Body of me Aqua vitae, Vinagre, needs help he wil departe. Saint Vncumber be with vs, and the bleſſing of S. Anthony: Help, help our Lady of Walſingham and all her holy cōpany Why? how now? what is the matter? how dooth he Policy? Body of me help, he is gone els and that verily Stand away fooliſh knaue and let maiſter Phiſicion come: Maiſter Flebiſhiten, ſhould I ſay, M. Phiſicion, I pray you look in his bum