by Samuel Pepys (1633 - 1703)
With my whip (21.6.1662)
Language: English
I having from my wife and the maids complaints made of the boy, I called him up and with my whip did whip him till I was not able to stir, and yet I could not make him confess any of the lies that they tax him with. At last, not willing to let him go away a conqueror, I took him in task again and pulled off his frock to his shirt, and whipped him till he did confess that he did drink the whay, which he hath denied. And pulled a pinke, and above all, did lay the candlesticke upon the ground in his chamber, which he hath denied this quarter of this year. I confess it is one of the greatest wonders that I ever met with, that such a little boy as he could be able to suffer half so much as he did to maintain a lie. But I think I must be forced to put him away. So to bed, with my arme very weary.
Authorship:
- by Samuel Pepys (1633 - 1703) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Edward Rushton , "With my whip (21.6.1662)", 2008 [baritone and piano], from To Bed, no. 5. [ sung text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Edward Rushton
This text was added to the website: 2012-03-31
Line count: 12
Word count: 171