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 0.86 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Here comes the Friar, the man can best instruct us. Hail Gentlemen, this man that stands at Livery And saith he doth belong to a great Lord. Hath partly by entreats, part by command, enforced me from my meditations back To know his Lordship's pleasure. Welcome friar, 'tis told us thou canst exorcise a spirit, We have employment for thee. Expect you such things from religious men, And of our holy Order? Come, we know you are an Artist in that hidden skill, And have commerce with mighty Asterothe, That great Arch Devil. Now mercy Heaven who hath seduced you thus? Come, come we know it, And this withal; in what men are most expect, In that they are most dainty, and so you; In Dancers and Musicians 'tis found true; Of all men, where they are most excellent, They are most curious to express their skill, So no question, you. Remember Islington, my Host, my Hostess, and the Constable, Should we be silent, every Oyster-wife, Fishwife, and those cry Milk and Oranges Can speak of your rare supper; fie, Friar Iohn, And so dainty to your friends? Either I must take upon myself, and by some trick evade it, Or else shame that which I have done before. Nay gentle Friar. For reverence of your Order. As you would purchase us your lasting friends. Or make us at our deaths, Give Legacies unto your holy convent. Come, we know what you can do, good Friar. What, you make me a Conjurer? A man of Art, no more; so much we know you are. Well, what's the business? This Gentleman, you know him. My good Master. His house is haunted by a wicked spirit Which we would have you by your Art remove. As how? To lodge one night within the Chamber, And know of it the cause of its disturbance, Or what might be the will of the deceased, Which known, and being performed, the troubled Ghost Might rest in peace. Lodge where the foul fiend walks? A proper jest t'expose me to such danger, So I might come to justify the Proverb, Where had the Devil the Friar, but where he was; But I must face it out: Pray Gentlemen, which of you all Hath seen that Vision? in what shape walks it? Like a woman sir, but with such horror And astonishment, I tremble once to speak't. And I to hear't. What a she Devil now? for all the World I would not once affront her; bring me hither Ten thousand male Fiends, I could charm their tongues Before one Female fury. Sure this Friar is wittily conceited? Had it been great Belioth, Asteroth, or Belzebub, I durst affront them, and confront them too, Oh but the devil's Dam; why against her There is no Prayer, no Spell, no exorcism; No Circle that can hold her: But appeared she Wrinkled in Brow or fair and beautiful? As lovely to the view as flourishing May, Clad in the pride of Spring.
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Here comes the Frier, the man can beſt inſtruct us. Haile Gentlemen, this man that ſtands at Livery And ſaith he doth belong to a great Lord. Hath partly by intreates, part by command, Enforc'd me from my meditations backe To know his Lordſhips pleaſure. Welcome Frier, 'tis told us thou canſt exorciſe a ſpirit, We have employment for thee. Expect you ſuch things from religious men, And of our holy Order? Come, we know you are an Artiſt in that hidden skill, And have commerce with mighty Aſterothe, That great Arch Divell. Now mercy Heaven who hath ſeduc'd you thus? Come, come we know it, And this withall; in what men are moſt expect, In that they are moſt dainty, and ſo you; In Dauncers and Muſitions 'tis found true; Of all men, where they are moſt excellent, They are moſt curious to expreſſe their skill, So no queſtion, you. Remember Iſlington, my Hoſt, my Hoſteſſe, and the Conſtable, Should we be ſilent, every Oyſter-wife, Fiſh-wife, and thoſe cry Milke and Orenges Can ſpeake of your rare ſupper; fye, Frier Iohn, And ſo dainty to your friends? Either I muſt take upon my ſelfe, and by ſome tricke evade it, Or elſe ſhame that which I have done before. Nay gentle Frier. For reverence of your Order. As you would purchaſe us your laſting friends. Or make us at our deaths, Give Legacies unto your holy Couent. Come, we know what you can doe, good Frier. What, you make me a Conjurer? A man of Art, no more; ſo much we know you are. Well, what's the buſineſſe? This Gentleman, you know him. My good Maſter. His houſe is haunted by a wicked ſpirit Which we would have you by your Art remove. As how? To lodge one night within the Chamber, And know of it the cauſe of its diſturbance, Or what might be the will of the deceaſſ'd, Which knowne, and being performed, the troubled Ghoſt Might reſt in peace. Lodge where the foule fiend walkes? A propper jeſt t'expoſe me to ſuch danger, So I might come to juſtifie the Proverbe, Where had the Divell the Frier, but where he was; But I muſt face it out: Pray Gentlemen, which of you all Hath ſeene that Viſion? in what ſhape walkes it? Like a woman ſir, but with ſuch horrour And aſtoniſhment, I tremble once to ſpeake't. And I to heare't. What a ſhee Divell now? for all the World I would not once affront her; bring me hither Ten thouſand male Fiends, I could charme their tongues Before one Female fury. Sure this Frier is wittily conceited? Had it bin great Belioth, Aſteroth, or Belzebub, I durſt affront them, and confront them too, Oh but the Divells Dam; why againſt her There is no Prayer, no Spell, no Exorciſme; No Circle that can hold her: But appear'd ſhe Wrinckled in Brow or faire and beautifull? As lovely to the view as flouriſhing May, Clad in the pride of Spring.