Classic Poem

Chremes . Pese anger not thyself so I thee pray.
SIMO . O Chremes doth it not urk thee truly
That I do take such payn everyday
And labour eke as thou mayst see dayly
For such a sonne that is so unthryfty
Go to Pamphilus, go to, a goddis name.
Come furth Pamphilus doth it not thee shame.

The third scene of the fifth act Pamphilus. Simo. Chremes

PAMPHILUS . Who will have me alas it is my father
SI. O what sayst thou, thou most unthryfty
CHR. Oh syr rather tell him of the matter
Then so speke to him so cruelly.
SI. O think ye any thing too grevously
To him myght be sayd? what say you I you pray
Is Glycery a cytizen?
PA. Syr, so they say.
SI. So they say. O lo here the bold belefe.
Doth he think as he sayth suppose ye
Or hath he of this any maner of grefe
Or in his colour now any syne do ye se
Or any maner shame in him for to be
Can he not his mynd wythstand nor wythdraw
But that agaynst the use of the cyte and the law

And agayn his fathers mind, but study her to get
Wyth shame inough.
PA. Alas now wo is me
SI. Hast thou not perseyvyd that in thee yet
But farre long a go. I wot that in thee
This word myght have bene veryfyed for suerte
When thou dydyst set thy mynd so sore
To bryng to pass that thyng thou longyst for.

But what do I? why do I anger or vex me
Why shall I troble my self wyth his fransy
Shall I for his offence ponyshed be?
Well god spede him let him lyve wyth her hardely.
PA. O fader.
SI. What, fatheryst as though thou hadyst now gretly
Nede of thy fader? but thou hast now a son
A wife a howse and brought men to veryfy
That she is a Cytizen now thou hast all won.

PA. O fader if it please you to here me
SI. What woldyst thou say. [. . .]