Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.81 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
I have only a Cock-loft, please you gentle Friars, To make best use of that and some fresh straw, Best harbour that my husband's absence yields Y'are welcome to. We entertain it gladly, And thank you my good Dame, I am for sleep, That's this my night's ambition. Please you enter, but yet no further than I'll lock you in I'll keep the Key myself. At your best pleasure. My Watch is set, charge given, and all at peace, But by the burning of the Candle blue, Which I by chance espied through the lantern, And by the dropping of the Beadle's Nose, I smell a Frost; now to prevent this cold, To which I am subject, I have made my Deputy, Given up my staff and power into his hands; myself intending to spend all this night Here, at an honest Neighbours; some provision I have sent in, and some I have brought along, A cast of Manchets, and a Bottle to Of the best Wine in Turnball, which, they say All London cannot better: Silent all, None stirring near, I'll knock but softly for fear Of waking Neighbours. whose's there? 'Tis I. Not Master Constable? The same fair love. Have you disposed your Watch? Yes, at you further Corner. Not too loud, mean time I softly will sneak down The Stairs, and softly let you in. Gramercy wench; the kindest loving Neighbour the Town yields, the Hamlet cannot match her; a smug Lass, And one that knows it too; I would not lose her For half my state in the Parish, while I'm in Office, She's safe as Mouse in Mill: Oh, are you come? I was in fear you would have broke with me, But now I see y'are currant. Sweet a kiss, and hark in thine ear. friar Bernard's fast, he snores and sleeps as Snug as any Pig in Peas-straw; but myself Cannot once close an eye, which makes me wonder That I am grow so wakeful. Here's to thy good fat Pullet that's within, Two fine Cheat Loaves were sent me from the Court, A Cup of Nipsitate brisk and neat; The Drawers call it Tickle-brain, 'twill do't, But is the Roast-meat ready? Piping hot, I'll go fetch Salt and Trenchers. Quick, good Wench. Dream I? or is't substantial that I see? Was this your cunning Dame, to lock us up Like Prisoners, and afford us nought but straw To feather our nests withal? not allow us drink, Food, nor a Candle, lest we should fire the House, For that is her excuse; fire on you both, Have you these tricks? yet God a mercy cranny That I can spy all this. Now let's be merry, but in any case Speak not too loud, lest we should wake the Friars. The Friars? what Friars? Two Abbey Lubbers that are locked up fast, Of whom I could not rid me; but I think I have fitted them, they have neither light nor bed, Nor any other Comfort.
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I have onely a Cock-loft, pleaſe you gentle Friers, To make beſt uſe of that and ſome freſh ſtraw, Beſt harbour that my Husbands abſence yeelds Y'are welcome to. We entertaine it gladly, And thanke you my good Dame, I am for ſleepe, That's this my nights ambition. Pleaſe you enter, but yet no further then Ile locke you in Ile keepe the Key my ſelfe. At your beſt pleaſure. My Watch is ſet, charge given, and all at peace, But by the burning of the Candle blew, Which I by chance eſpyed through the Lanthorne, And by the dropping of the Beadles Noſe, I ſmell a Froſt; now to prevent this cold, To which I am ſubject, I have made my Deputy, Given up my ſtaffe and power into his hands; My ſelfe intending to ſpend all this night Here, at an honeſt Neighbours; ſome proviſion I have ſent in, and ſome I have brought along, A caſt of Manchets, and a Bottle to Of the beſt Wine in Turnball, which, they ſay All London cannot better: Silent all, None ſtirring neere, Ile knocke but ſoftly for feare Of waking Neighbours. Whoſe there? 'Tis I. Not Maſter Conſtable? The ſame faire love. Have you diſpoſ'd your Watch? Yes, at you further Corner. Not too loud, meane time I ſoftly will ſneake downe The Staires, and ſoftly let you in. Gramercy wench; the kindeſt loving Neighbour the Towne yeelds, the Hamlet cannot match her; a ſmug Laſſe, And one that knowes it too; I would not looſe her For halfe my ſtate in the Pariſh, while I'me in Office, She's ſafe as Mouſe in Mill: Oh, are you come? I was in feare you would have broke with me, But now I ſee y'are currant. Sweet a kiſſe, and harke in thine eare. Frier Bernard's faſt, he ſnores and ſleepes as Snug as any Pigge in Peaſe-ſtraw; but my ſelfe Cannot once cloſe an eye, which makes me wonder That I am growe ſo wakefull. Here's to thy good fat Pullet that's within, Two fine Cheat Loaves were ſent me from the Court, A Cup of Nipſitate briske and neate; The Drawers call it Tickle-braine, 'twill do't, But is the Roaſt-meat ready? Piping hot, Ile goe fetch Salt and Trenchers. Quicke, good Wench. Dreame I? or i'ſt ſubſtantiall that I ſee? Was this your cunning Dame, to locke us up Like Priſoners, and afford us nought but ſtraw To feather our neſts withall? not allow us drinke, Food, nor a Candle, leaſt we ſhould fire the Houſe, For that is her excuſe; fire on you both, Have you theſe trickes? yet God a mercy cranny That I can ſpy all this. Now let's be merry, but in any caſe Speake not too loud, leaſt we ſhould wake the Friers. The Friers? what Friers? Two Abbey Lubbers that are lockt up faſt, Of whom I could not rid me; but I thinke I have fitted them, they have neither light nor bed, Nor any other Comfort.