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cause_n	bring_v	child_n	good_a	1,431	5	3.9500	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04027	A pretie and mery new enterlude: called the Disobedient child. Compiled by Thomas Ingelend late student in Cambridge; Disobedient child	Ingelend, Thomas.	1570 (1570)	STC 14085; ESTC S107422	26,583	64

to declare wyll not suffyse Yf this be not true as I haue spoken To my good neyghbours I me reporte Who ether whyles when I was smytten My wyfe to be gentle dyd then exhorte For glad I was to abyde all laboure Wherby the lesse might be my doloure Wherfore good Father I you humblye desyre To haue pitye of me and some compassion Or els I am lyke to lye fast in the myre Without any succoure or consolation For at this houre I haue not a peny My selfe to helpe in this great myserye ¶ The Father ¶ For so muche as by my aduyse and counsell In no maner wyse thou woldest be ruled Therfore to the I can not do well But let the styll suffre as thou haste deserued For that thou hast suffred is yet nothynge To that trybulation which is behinde cōmynge ¶ The Sonne ¶ Alas Father what shall I do My wyttes of them selues can not deuyse What thynge I were best to goe vnto Wherof an honest lyuynge maye aryse Wherfore gentle Father in this distresse Somewhat aswage myne heuynes ¶ The Father ¶ What shoulde I do I can not tell For now that thou hast taken a wyfe With me thy father thou mayst not dwell But alwayes with her spende thy lyfe Thou mayst not agayne thy wyfe forsake Which durynge lyfe to the thou dydst take ¶ The Sonne ¶ Alas I am not able thus to endure Thoughe therunto I were neuer so wyllynge For my wyfe is of such a crooked nature As no woman els is this daye lyuynge And if the verye trueth I shall confesse She is to me an euyll that is endlesse ¶ The Father ¶ If that thou thinkest thy selfe alone Onely to leade this yrkesome lyfe Thou maiest learne what griefe sorowe and mone Socrates had with Xantippa his wyfe Her Husbande full ofte she tawnted and checked And as the Booke saythe vnhonestly mocked ¶ The Sonne ¶ 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 ¶ The Father ¶ 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 ¶ The Sonne ¶ 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 ¶ The Father ¶ 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 ¶ Here the Ryche man and his Sonne go out and in cōmeth the Peroratour ¶ The Peroratour 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 And rangynge abrobe with the Brydell of wyll Despyseth all vertue searnyuge and honestys And also his Fathers mynde to fullfyll Wherby at the length it so falleth out That this the yonge Stryplynge after that daye Runnes into confusyon without any doubte And lyke for euermore quyte to decaye Wherfore take hede all ye that be parentes And solowe a parte after my counsell Instructe your Chyldren and make them studentes That vnto all goodnes they do not rebell Remember what writeth Salomon the wyse Oui parcit Virgae odith filium ¶ Therfore for asmuche as ye can deuyse Spare not the Rodde but folowe wisdome Further ye yonge men and Chyldren also Lysten to me and harken a whyle What in fewe wordes for you I wyll showe Without any slatterye fraude or guyle This Richemans Sonne whome we dyd set foorth Here euidently before your eyes Was as it chaunced nothinge worth Gyuen to all noughtynes vyce and lyes The cause wherof was this for a trueth His tyme full idlely he dyd spende And woulde not studye in his youth Which might haue brought him to a good ende His fathers cōmaundement he wolde not obaye But wantouly folowed his fantasye For nothynge that he coulde do or saye Woulde brynge this Chylde to honestie And at the last as here ye myght see Upon a wyfe he fired his mynde Thynkynge the same to be felicitie When in dede myserye came bebynde For by this wyfe be carefully lyued Who vnder his Father did want nothinge And in suche sorte was hereby tormented That euer a none he went lamentynge His Father dyd wyll him lyghtnes to leaue And onely to gyue him selfe vnto studye But yet vnto vertue he would dot cleaue Which is cōmodious for soule and bodye You hearde that by Sentences auncient and olde He styrred his Sonne as he best thought But he as an vnthryfe stowte and bolde His bolsome counsell dyd set at nought And synce that he despysed his Father God vnto hym dyd sodeynly then sende Such pouertie with a wyfe and griefe togyther That shame and sorowe was his ende Wherfore to conclude I warne you all By your louynge parentes alwayes be ruled Or els be well assured of suche a fall As vnto this yongman worthely channced Worshyp God dayly whiche is the chiefe thynge And his holy lawes do not offende Looke that ye truely serue the kynge And all your faultes be glad to amende Moreouer be true of hande and tonge And learne to do all thynges that be honest For no tyme so fytte as when ye be yonge Because that age onely is the aptest I haue no more to speake at this season F●●●●●ye good wyll these thynges I dyd saye Bycause I do see that vertue is geason With most men and chyldren at this daye ¶ Here the rest of the Players come in and kneels downe all togyther eche of them sayinge one of these Verses And last of all to make an ende O God to the we most humblye praye That to Queene Elizabeth thou do sende Thy lyuely pathe and perfecte waye Graunte her in health to raygne With vs many yeares most prosperoustye And after this lyfe for to attayne The eternall blysse Ioye and felycytie Our Bysshoppes pastoures and Mynisters also The true vnderstandynge of thy worde Both nyght and daye nowe mercyfully showe That their lyfe and preachynge maye godly accorde The Lordes of the Counsell and the Nobylytie Most heauenly Father we thee desyre With grace wisdome and godly polycie Their hartes and myndes alwayes inspyre And that we thy people duelye consyderynge The power of our Queene and great auctorytie Maye please thee and serue her without faynynge Lyuynge in peace rest and tranquilytie ¶ God saue the Queene ¶ A Songe WHy doth the worlde studye vaynglory to aff●yne The prosperytye wherof is shorte and transitory Whose mighty power doth fall downe agayne Lyke earthen portes that breaketh so daynly ¶ Beleue rather wordes that be wrytten in Ice Then the wretched world with his subtylytie Disceytfull in Gi●ces men onelie to entyce Destytute of ●●●sure credence and fydelytie ¶ Gyne credyt more to men of true Iudgementes Then to the worldly renowne and ioyes Replenys shed with dreames and vayne intentes Aboun dynge in wicked and noughtye toyes ¶ Where is now Salomon in wisdome so excellence Where is now Samyson in battell so stronge Where is now A●solo●● in Beantie resplendent Where is now good Iousthas hyd so longe ¶ Where is now Cesar in victorye tryumphynge Where is now Tines in disshes so dayntie Where is now Tully in Gloquence excedynge Where is now Ar●●●le learned so depely ¶ What Emperoues kyngs and Dukes in times past What Earies and Lordes and Captaynes of warre What Popes and Bysshoppes all at the last In the twy●●kynge of an eye are fled so farre ¶ Howe shorte a Feaste is this worldly ioyenge Euen as it shadewe 〈◊〉 passeth awaye Depry●●ge a 〈◊〉 of by●tes euerlastynge Leadynge to da●●ed 〈◊〉 not to daye ¶ O meate of wormes O heape of duste O lyke to dewe clyme not to hye To lyue to morowe thou canst not truste Therfore now betyme helpe the nedye ¶ The fles shely Beautie wherat thou doest wondre In holy Scripture is lykened to Haye And as a Leafe in a stormye weather So is mannes lyfe blowen cleane a waye ¶ Calle nothynge thyne that maye be lost The worlde doth gyue and take agayne But set thy mynde on the holy Ghoste Despyse the worlde that is so vayne ¶ Finis S. Iohn Euangelist

Husbande ¶ Awaye with those therfore that Mariage despyst And of daungers therof inuent many lyes ¶ The Wyfe ¶ But what is he that commeth yonder Do ye not thinke it is our man Somewhat there is that he hasteth hyther For he makes asmuche speed as he can ¶ Here the Seruaunte of the Kyche mannes Sonne cōmeth in with an errande to his Mayster ¶ Seruaunte ¶ Mayster there is a Straunger at home He wolde very fayne with you talke For vntyll that to hym you do come Forth of the doores he wyll not walke ¶ The Husbande ¶ Come on then my wyfe if it be so Let vs departe hence for a season For I am not well tyll I do knowe Of that mannes commynge the very reason ¶ Here they both go out and their Seruaunt doth tary behind alone ¶ Seruaunte ¶ Let them go bothe and do what they wyll And with communicacion fyll their bealy For I by Sainct George wyll tary here styll In all my lyfe I was neuer so werye I haue this daye fylled so many Pottes With all maner wyne Ale and Beere That I wysshed their bealyes full of Bottes Longe of whom was made suche cheare What kyndes of meate both flesshe and fyshe Haue I poore knaue to the table caryed From tyme to tyme dysshe after dysshe My legges from goynge neuer ceased What runnynge had I for Apples and Nuttes What callyng for Biskettes Cumfettes and Caroweies A vengeaunce sayde I lyght on their guttes That makes me to turne so many wayes What cryinge was there for Cardes and Dice What coystynge what rufflynge made they within I counted them all not greatly wyfe For my head dyd almost ake with dyn What bablyng what ianglynge was in the house What quaffyng what bybbyng with many a Cuppe That some laye alonge as dronke as a Mouse Not able so much as their heades to holde vp What daunsynge what leapyng what iumpyng about From benche to benche and stoole to stoole That I wondered their braynes dyd not fall out When they so out ragiously playde the foole What iuglyng was there vpon the boordes What thrustyng of knyues throughe many a nose What bearinge of Formes what holdinge of Swordes And puttynge of Botkyns throughe legge and hose Yet for all that they called for dryncke And sayde that they coulde not playe for drye That many at me dyd nodde and wynke Bycause I shoulde brynge it by and by How so euer they sported the pot dyd styll walke If that were awaye then all was lost For euer anone the Iugge was their talke They paste not who bare such charge and coste Therfore let hym looke his Purse be ryght good That it may discharge all that is spente Or els it wyll make hys haere growe through his hood There was suche hauocke made at this present But I am afearde my maister be angrye That I dyd abyde thus longe behynde Yet for his angre I passe not greatly His wordes they be but onely wynde Now that I haue rested so longe in this place Home warde agayne I wyll bye me apase ¶ Here the Seruaunte goeth out and in cōmeth fyrst the Wyfe and shortely after the Husbande ¶ The Wyfe WHere is my Husbande was he not here I meruayle much whyther he is gone Than I perceyue I am much the nere But lo● where he commeth hyther alone Wot ye what Husband from daye to daye With dayntye dysshes our bodyes haue bene fylled What meate to morow● nexte shall we assaye Wherby we may then be both refresihed ¶ The Husbande ¶ Do ye nowe prouyde and gyue a regarve For Victualles hereafter to be preparde ¶ The Wyfe ¶ But that I knowe Husbande it lyeth vs in hande Of thynges to come to haue a consyderation I would not ones wyll you to vnderstande Aboute such busynes my carefull prouision It is nedefull therfore to worke we make hast That to get both our lyuynges we may knowe the cast ¶ The Husbande ¶ To trouble me nowe and make me vexed This mischieuous meane hast thou inuented ¶ The Wyfe ¶ What trouble for thee what kynde of vexation Have I to disquiet thee caused at this present My onely mynde is thou make expedycion To seke for our profyte as is conuenient Wherfore to thee I saye ones agayne Bycause to take paynes thou art so lothe By Christ it were best with might and mayne To fall to some worke I sweare a great othe ¶ The Husbande ¶ Yet for a tyme if it maye thee please Let me be quit and take myne ease ¶ The Wyfe ¶ Wilt thou haue vs then throughe hungre he starued ¶ The Husbande ¶ I woulde not we shulde for hungre be kylled ¶ The Wyfe ¶ Then I saye then this geare go about And looke that thou laboure diligently Or els thou shalt shortly proue without doubt Thy sluggysshnes wyll not please me greatly ¶ The Husbande ¶ Begynnest thou euen now to be paynefull greuous And to thy Husbande a woman so troublous ¶ The Wyfe ¶ What wordes haue we here thou misbegotten Is there not alredy ynoughe to the spoken ¶ The Husbande ¶ O myrth O Ioye O pastyme and pleasure How lyttell a space do you endure ¶ The Wyfe ¶ I see my cōmaundement can take no place Thou shalt abye therfore I sweare by the Masse ¶ Here the Wyfe must stryke her Husbande handesomlye aboute the Shoulders with some thyng ¶ The Husbande ¶ Alas good wyfe good wyfe alas alas Stryke not so harde I praye thee hartelye Whatsoeuer thou wylte haue brought to passe It shal be done with all spede possyblye ¶ The Wyfe ¶ Laye these Faggottes man vpon thy shoulder And carye thys wood from streete to strete To sell the same that we both togyther Our lyuynge may get as is most mete Hence Nidiot hence without more delaye What meanest thou thus to stagger and staye ¶ The Husbande ¶ O Lorde what howe myserable men be those Whiche to their wyfes as wretches be wedded And haue them conty nually their mort all foes Seruynge them thus as Slaues that he hyred Nowe by experience true I do fynde Whiche oftentymes vnto me heretofore My father dyd saye declarynge his mynde That in Matrymonie was payne euermore What shall I do most pityfull Creature Iuste cause I haue alas to lament That franticke woman my death wyll procure If so he this daye without gayne be spent For vnlesse for my wood som Money be taken Lyke a dogge with a Cudgell I shal be beaten Ho thou good felowe which standest so nye Of these heauy bundelles ease my sore backe And somewhat therfore gyue me by and by Or els I dye for Syluer I do lacke Nowe that I haue some Monye receyued For this my burden home I wyll go And lest that my wyfe be discontented What I haue take I wyll her showe Wyfe I am come I went a longe waye And here is the profyte and gaynes of this daye ¶ The Wyfe ¶ Why thou Lowte thou foole thou horson folte Is this thy