Dekker, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1631 [1619-1631] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) (?) T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.80 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
What would the world say, If I should marry two men in one day? That villain has bewitched her. Sir what villain? That slave, the banished runagate. Cast not on him Such foul aspersions, till you know his guilt; Even now you said he was a worthy spirit, Crowned him with praise, and do you now condemn An absent man unheard? I'll hang thee traitor. Lock all the gates of Florence, lest he scape. Our pardon, whosoever takes and kill him. Oh! who would trust in Princes, the vain breath, Who in a minute gives one man life and death? Come forth thou threatened man, here kill him all, Lower than what you stand on. none can fall. I now must stand your arrows, but you shoot Against a breast as innocent— As a traitors. Your patience Sir, Talk'st thou of patience? that by thy most perfidious— Hear me pray. Or if not me, hear then this reverend man. What makes that friar there? Father speak your mind. I was enjoined to be her confessor, And came but then she won me to a vow, By oath of all my orders, face to face, To hear her speak unto Angelo, 'twas done, He came, when falling down on both her knees, Her eyes drowned all in tears, she opes a book, Charging him read his oaths and promises, The contract of their hands, hearts, yea and souls, And asked if Angelo would marry her. Very good. He looking pale as death, said faintly no. Faintly, he then was willing? Pray hear him out. Thrice tried: he thrice cried no; At which this Lady Desperately snatching from her side two knives, Had stabbed herself to th'heart, but that we knit Our force against it, what should I do in this? Not marry her, or rob her of heaven's bliss? Which glory had been greater to have ta'en, A husband from her, or to have seen her slain? Then you have married her? I have. Brave girl. I'll cut that knot asunder with my sword. The hands which heaven hath joined, no man can part. The hands they may, but never shall the heart, Why didst thou make to him thy promise then? Women are borne, but to make fools of men. She that's made sure to him, she loves not well, Her banes are asked here, but she weds in hell; Parents that match their children 'gainst their will, Teach them not how to live, but how to kill. Parrot, Parrot, I'll stop your prating, break into her chamber, And lay the villain bleeding at her feet. Villain? it is my husband. Enter and kill him. Enter, but kill him he that dares, I blush To see two Princes so degenerate Oh noble brother! What would you have him do? He well deserves to have her to his wife; Who gives to you a daughter, her a life, In sight of angels she to him was given, So that in striking him, you fight with heaven.
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What would the world say, If I should marry two men in one day? That villaine has bewitch't her. Sir what villaine? That slave, the banisht runnagate. Cast not on him Such foule aspersions, till you know his guilt; Even now you said he was a worthy spirit, Crown'd him with praise, and do you now condemne An absent man unheard? Ile hang thee traitor. Locke all the gates of Florence, least he scape. Our pardon, whosoever takes and kill him. Oh! who would trust in Princes, the vaine breath, Who in a minute gives one man life and death? Come forth thou threatned man, here kill him all, Lower then what you stand on▪ none can fall. I now must stand your arrowes, but you shoote Against a breast as innocent— As a traytors. Your patience Sir, Talk'st thou of patience? that by thy most perfidious— Heare me pray. Or if not me, heare then this reverend man. VVhat makes that Fryer there? Father speake your minde. I was enjoyned to be her confessor, And came but then she wonn me to a vow, By oath of all my orders, face to face, To heare her speak unto Angelo, 'twas done, He came, when falling downe on both her knees, Her eyes drown'd all in teares, she opes a booke, Chardging him read his oaths and promises, The contract of their hands, hearts, yea and soules, And askd if Angelo would marry her. Very good. He looking pale as death, said faintly no. Faintly, he then was willing? Pray heare him out. Thrice tried: he thrice cried no; At which this Ladie Desperately snatching from her side two knives, Had stab'd her selfe to th'heart, but that we knit Our force against it, what should I doe in this? Not marry her, or rob her of heavens blisse? Which glory had bin greater to have tane, A husband from her, or to have seene her slaine? Then you have married her? I have. Brave girle. Ile cut that knot asunder with my sword. The hands which heaven hath joyn'd, no man can part. The hands they may, but never shall the heart, Why didst thou make to him thy promise then? Women are borne, but to make fooles of men. She that's made sure to him, she loves not well, Her banes are ask'd here, but she wedds in hell; Parents that match their children gainst their will, Teach them not how to live, but how to kill. Parrot, Parrot, Ile stop your prating, breake into her chamber, And lay the villaine bleeding at her feete. Villaine? it is my husband. Enter and kill him. Enter, but kill him he that dares, I blush To see two Princes so degenerate Oh noble brother! What would you have him doe? He well deserves to have her to his wife; Who gives to you a daughter, her a life, In sight of angels she to him was given, So that in striking him, you fight with heaven.