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Tush tush, if you have no more then that to say, You may hold your tongue and get you a way, Alas poor souls, they fit a scoole all day, In fear of a churl, & if a little they play, He beats them like a devil: when they come home Your mestresship would have me lay on, If I should beat them so oft as men complain, By y e mass w to in this month, I should make the ̄ lame Peace, peace, she comweth hereby, I spoke no word of her, no not I, O Mestres Xanthippe, I can tell you needs, The fair wench your dear daughter Dalila, Is dead of the pocks, taken at the stews, And thy son Ishmael, that preaty boy Whom I dare say you loved very well, Is hanged in chains, ever man can tell. Every man says thy daughter was a strong whore And thy son a strong thief, & a murderer to It must needs grieve you wondrous S ro, That they died so shamefully both two: Men will taunt you and mock you, for they say now The cause of their death, was even very you I the cause of their death? She would sown Alas alas, and weal away I may curse the time that I was born, Never woman had such fortune, I dare say, Alas two of my children be forlorn. My fair daughter Dalila is dead of the pocks, My dear son Ishmael hanged up in chains, Alas the wind waveth his yellow locks, It fleaeth my heart, and breaks my brains. Why should God punish & plague me so soar? To see my children die so shamefully, I will never eat bred in this world more w to this knife will A slay my self by & by She would stick her self a with a knife. Beware what you do, fie mother fie God thank you mestres, I am well at ease Such a fool to teach me, preaching as she please, Dame you belie them deadly I know plain, Because they go handsomely you disdain, Eupliade, my children nought you lie, By your malice they shall not set a sly, I have but one mome, in comparison of his brother Him the fool praiseth, and despises the other. Marry good leave have you, the great God be w to you My children or I be cursed I think, They be complained on where ever they go, That for their pleasure they might drink. Nay by this the poor fool's be come from ̄ ferle weary, I will go get them meat to make them mercy,
Plot summary
Plot — Nice Wanton
Barnabas goes to school, but his siblings Ismael and Dalilah prefer to spend their time on pleasure rather than learning. Their neighbour Eulalia complains to their mother about their behaviour, but Xantippe refuses to impose discipline through corporal punishment. Ismael and Dalilah gamble with Iniquity;Ismael loses all his money, but Dalilah tries to deceive beat her by way of reprisal, she leaves him. Iniquity about her winnings. When Iniquity tries to Later, diseased and destitute, she meets Barnabas, who presents her condition as God's punishment; she dies of venereal disease, but penitent. Ismael is tried and hanged for burglary and murder; Iniquity, whom he names as his accomplice, is also sentenced to death. A remorseful Xantippe tries to commit suicide, but Barnabas prevents her and enjoins her to repent. In the epilogue he encourages parents to bring their children up well.