Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Sir, wondrous ill, She will endure no counsel, physic, language, All tongues are clamour to her, saving yours, Harsh as a black Sant, or a grating Wheel; And I much fear without some providence, she scarce Will live till morning. 'Las poor Girl. But she entreats in midst of all extremes That you would take the pains to watch with her, No other she'll endure. And sir, I'll do't, No other tongue this night shall trouble her, nor presence Save my own; shall I entreat your Lordship, you good Wife, and those you think best to associate you, To stand in sight of all such Apparitions As shall in this room be made visible? My life shall for your safety be engaged, in it can be no Danger. What assurance can you produce for that? The word and faith of some approved religious, Who have promised, at my great intercession, that this Night shall be the last of all my progidies That thus afflict my house. I am but one and I myself will venture. Faith And I. I do not think wife but there will be visions Worthy both sight and observation to; What will you say if Slightall be this night Contract to a she fury? but no words, I'll not tell you all I know; he's passed his sense And apt for any stratagem of Hell: I am promised Much fair hope; will you ascend and guide my Lord to a Convenient place, where you may view this object? In th'mean time, how will you dispose yourself? To watch with Nan, And in her great despair to comfort her; Nought but the dangerous sickness of my Girl Could keep me from you, but the hour draws on, Which Ghosts ever are tied to. Maugre spirits, I'll Once take spirit into me. A woman lead? 'Twere baseness not to follow. My girl's my Charge, she hath been ever so, and therefore ought This night; and since one Devil some Few days since began to haunt my house She ne'er had peace of thought, health, nor content, Or least essential comfort; which to compass, All Art, wit, learning, this night I'll implore To drive him hence, shall haunt my house no more. Thunder. The alarum's given; For at that watch word still the ruffling noise begins. Would I were hence. Now sweeter Music strikes. There's no affright in this. My lord these Friars I know. But whether They, or but their shadows by Art Magic raised we Cannot yet presume. But this I'm sure. They are exceeding like. That can be none but Slightall. My Lord see, my Fellow Roger's damned, for he's got in Among the Fiends and Furies. Were I not certain my daughter Nan were desperately Sick, and kept both Bed and Chamber, I durst swear That were my Girl. Is she not dead tonight, and Now her Ghost there walks? What might we Think of't? the Friars prepare for Marriage; but what, he Stands for the Father, whom they beckon to, to give Her hand to Slightall.
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Sir, wondrous ill, She will endure no counſell, phyſicke, language, All tongues are clamour to her, ſaving yours, Harſh as a blacke Sant, or a grating Wheele; And I much feare without ſome providence, ſhe ſcarce Will live till morning. 'Las poore Girle. But ſhe entreats in midd'ſt of all extreames That you would take the paines to watch with her, No other ſhe'le endure. And ſir, I'le doe't, No other tongue this night ſhall trouble her, nor preſence Save my owne; ſhall I entreate your Lordſhip, you good Wife, and thoſe you thinke beſt to aſſociate you, To ſtand in ſight of all ſuch Apparitions As ſhall in this roome be made viſible? My life ſhall for your ſafety be ngag'd, in it can be no Danger. What aſſurance can you produce for that? The word and faith of ſome approv'd religious, Who have promiſ'd, at my great interceſſion, that this Night ſhall be the laſt of all my progidies That thus afflict my houſe. I am but one and I my ſelfe will venture. Faith And I. I do not think wife but there will be viſions Worthy both ſight and obſervation to; What will you ſay if Slightall be this night Contract to a ſhe fury? but no words, Ile not tell you all I know; he's paſt his ſence And apt for any ſtratagem of Hell: I am promiſ'd Much faire hope; will you aſcend and guide my Lord to a Convenient place, where you may view this object? In th'meane time, how will you diſpoſe your ſelfe? To watch with Nan, And in her great diſpaire to comfort her; Nought but the dangerous ſickneſſe of my Girle Could keepe me from you, but the houre drawes on, Which Ghoſts ever are tyed to. Mauger ſpirits, Ile Once take ſpirit into me. A woman lead? 'Twere baſeneſſe not to follow. My Girle's my Charge, ſhe hath bin ever ſo, and therefore ought This night; and ſince one Divell ſome Few dayes ſince began to haunt my houſe She ne're had peace of thought, health, nor content, Or leaſt eſſentiall comfort; which to compaſſe, All Art, wit, learning, this night Ile implore To drive him hence, ſhall haunt my houſe no more. Thunder. The Larum's given; For at that watch word ſtill the rufling noyſe begins. Would I were hence. Now ſweeter Muſicke ſtrikes. There's no affright in this. My lord theſe Friers I know. But whether They, or but their ſhadowes by Art Magicke raiſ'd we Cannot yet preſume. But this I'me ſure. They are exceeding like. That can be none but Slightall. My Lord ſee, my Fellow Roger's damn'd, for he's got in Among the Fiends and Furies. Were I not certaine my daughter Nan were deſperately Sicke, and kept both Bed and Chamber, I durſt ſweare That were my Girle. Is ſhe not dead to night, and Now her Ghoſt there walkes? What might we Thinke of't? the Friers prepare for Marriage; but what, he Stands for the Father, whom they beckon to, to give Her hand to Slightall.