D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune unassigned nearest T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
And you do take my word, while I live: She and I will be at your service: when shall I come for't? Any time afternoon. Will you walk Tomaso? This is good news with all my heart: Fub we are all made; thou shalt have a new Livery out of the bargain. I thank you sir, I would I had it. Thou shalt, that's as good: would I were whipped but I could be monstrous merry now. No I pray you be not monstrous merry till you are married. I'll go give thee a pottle of Sack. And ever he gave her a bob, And ever he gave her a blow: But where he knocked her once above, He thumped her thrice below. What wilt not do? prithee— let's be lusty. As a Crow in a Gutter. Run there she goes. Father, for so I must style you, Your care and pains in my recovery, Deserves a recompense more than I am able to perform: Now I consider with myself, had we compassionate souls, Or were men but good, they would banish beggary The World quite over, and every one have sufficient. As hitherto you have concealed my course, Continue still your wonted secrecy, Call me your son, and such appointments as a father Should command me to endure I shall perform: Blessed, blessed be you: effectual be my prayers. The longer time you so journey here with me The more welcome: nothing more I crave; But if I die while you reside i'th' grove, Out of your charity you'll take the pains To lay me in the grave I have prepared, and with your hand, Your foot, or any thing, cast dust upon my body, And spend a little Ceremony. More than this I will, and more than I will speak. Francisco, wheresoe'er thou bidest, abide in quiet, And have my pardon ever. If thou be'st fled For any cause of mine, and I thy ruin prove, Defend it heaven, were't not for trial of Phemone's love, And promised constancy, how soon would I renounce My habitation, unclothe thy fear, & set all even again? Nothing' mazes, nor drives me into that serious Contemplation, as whence his wrath should proceed. Perchance Franciscus thinks me unfit to call him brother, And his sudden rage proceeded from advice. If it be so for ever will I keep this shady bower, And never hold companionship with man, More than is present, forget Arbaces ever Called me his, or that I was his son. Circle me safety, what are these come here Where never neighbour Calamity could not inflict so much as I could bear With patience, did Franciscus imagine but the truth: No lenity, but all extremes that may Attend me with their sharpest violence, If e'er I broke my vow: this sorrow, Nor the haviour I sustain are for mine own endurings, Witness you that know all secrets, 'tis for him I wish thrice better than myself.
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And you doe take my word, while I live: She and I will be at your ſervice: when ſhall I come for't? Any time after noone. Will you walk Tomaſo? This is good newes withall my heart: Fub we are all made; thou ſhalt have a new Livery out of the bargaine. I thanke you ſir, I would I had it. Thou ſhalt, thats as good: would I were whipt but I could be monſtrous merry now. No I pray you bee not monſtrous merry till you are married. Ile goe give thee a pottle of Sack. And ever he gave her a bob, And ever he gave her a blow: But where he knockt her once above, He thumpt her thrice below. What wil't not doe? prethee-let's be luſty. As a Crow in a Gutter. Run there ſhe goes. Father, for ſo I muſt ſtile you, Your care and paines in my recovery, Deſerves a recompence more than I am able to performe: Now I conſider with my ſelfe, had we compaſſionate ſoules, Or were men but good, they would baniſh beggery The World quite over, and every one have ſufficient. As hitherto you have conceald my courſe, Continue ſtill your wonted ſecreſie, Call me your ſonne, and ſuch appoyntments as a father Should command me to endure I ſhall performe: Bleſſed, bleſſed be you: effectuall be my prayers. The longer time you ſo journe here with me The more welcome: nothing more I crave; But if I dye while you recide i'th' grove, Out of your charity you'le take the paines To lay me in the grave I have prepar'd, and with your hand, Your foote, or any thing, caſt duſt upon my body, And ſpend a little Ceremony. More than this I will, and more than I will ſpeak. Franciſco, wherſoe're thou bideſt, abide in quiet, And have my pardon ever. If thou be'ſt fled For any cauſe of mine, and I thy ruine prove, Defend it heaveu, were't not for triall of Phemone's love, And promis'd conſtancy, how ſoone would I renounce My habitatiation, uncloath thy feare, & ſet all even againe? Nothing 'mazes, nor drives me into that ſerious Contemplation, as whence his wrath ſhould proceed. Perchance Franciſcus thinkes me unfit to call him brother, And his ſud daine rage proceeded from advice. If it be ſo for ever will I keep this ſhady bower, And never hold companionſhip with man, More than is preſent, forget Arbaces ever Cal'd me his, or that I was his ſonne. Circle me ſafety, what are theſe come here Where never neighbourd welt? Calamity could not inflict ſo much as I could beare With patienee, did Franciſcus imagine but the truth: No lenity, but all extreames that may Attend me with their ſharpeſt violence, If e're I broke my vow: this ſorrow, Nor the haviour I ſuſtaine are for mine owne endurings, Witneſſe you that know all ſecrets, 'tis for him I wiſh thrice better than my ſelfe.