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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	bring_v	good_a	time_n	1,982	5	3.2753	3	true

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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