PEDIATRICS Vol. 66 No. 6 December 1980, pp. 888
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ON GETTING AN ELIZABETHAN SCHOOLBOY UP IN THE MORNING

T. E. C. Jr MD

The Dialogues by Claudius Hollyband and Peter Erondell, published in 1568, contain this conversation between Francis the schoolboy, a late riser, and Margaret, the maid.1 A similar conversation, save for different articles of clothing and a mother rather than a maid, might well be heard in 1980 in many American homes.

Margaret. Ho Fraunces, rise and get you to school: you shall be beaten, for it is past seven: make yourself readie quickly, say your prayers, then you shall have your breakfast.

Francis: Margerite, geeve me my hosen: dispatche I pray you: where is my doublet? bryng my garters, and my shooes: geeve mee that shooyng horne.

Margaret: Take first a cleane shirte, for yours is fowle.

Francis: Make hast then, for I doo tarie too long.

Margaret: It is moyst yet, tarry a little that I may drie it by the fier.

Francis: I had rather thou shouldst be shent, than I should be either child or beaten: where have you layde my girdle and my inck-horne? Where is my gyrkin [jerkin] of Spanish leather of Bouffe? Where be my sockes of linnen, of wollen, of clothe? Where is my cap, my hat, my coate, my cloake, my kaipe [cape or short coat], my gowne, my gloves, my mittayns [mittens], my pumpes, my moyles [mules], my slippers, my handkerchief, my pointes, my sachell, my penknife and my books. Where is all my geare? I have nothing ready: I will tell my father ...