1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 21 of 29
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.86 · 482 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
O pardon, O parce, S. Francis for mercy, Shall shield thee from night-spells, and dreaming of devils, If thou wilt forgive me, and never more grieve me, With fasting and praying, and Hail Marie saying, From black Purgatory, a penance right sorry: Friar Thomas will warm you, It shall never harm you. Come leave off your rabble, Sirs, hang up this lozel. For charity I beg his life, Saint Francis chiefest Friar, The best in all our Covent sir, to keep a Vintner's fire. O strangle not the good old man, my hostess oldest guest, And I will bring you by and by unto the Prior's chest. ay, sayst thou so, & if thou wilt the Friar is at liberty, If not, as I am honest man, I hang you both for company. Fr. Come hither, this is the chest, though simple to behold, That wanteth not a thousand pound in silver and in gold. Myself will warrant full so much, I know the Abbot's store, I'll pawn my life there is no less, to have what ere is more. I take thy word, the overplus unto thy share shall come, But if there want of full so much, thy neck shall pay the sum. Break up the Coffer, Friar. Oh I am undone, fair Alice the Nun Hath took up her rest in the Abbot's chest. Sancte benedicite, pardon my simplicity. Fie Alice, confession will not salve this transgression. What have we here, a holy Nun? so keep me God in health. A smooth faced Nun (for aught I know) is all the Abbot's wealth. Is this the Nunneries chastity? Beshrew me but I think They go as oft to venery as niggards to their drink. Why paltry Friar and Pandarus too, ye shameless shaven crown, Is this the chest that held a hoard, at least a thousand pound? And is the hoard a holy whore? well, be the hangman nimble, he'll take the pain to pay you home, and teach you to dissemble. Nun O spare the Friar Anthony, a better never was To sing a Dirige solemnly, or read a morning mass. If money be the means of this, I know an ancient Nun, That hath a hoard these seven years, did never see the sun; And that is yours, and what is ours, so favour now be shown, You shall command as commonly, as if it were your own. Your honour excepted. I Thomas, I mean so. From all save from Friars. Good sir, do not think so. I think and see so: why how camest thou here? To hide her from lay men. 'tis true sir, for fear. For fear of the laity: a pitiful dread When a Nun flies for succour to a fat friars bed. But now for your ransom my cloister-bred coney, To the chest that you speak of where lies so much money.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1087–1152 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 29 in this edition
Length
482 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T15 — Friars and holy orders in plotcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.856 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T19 · seed 44: T20 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O pardon, O parce, S. Francis for mercie, Shall ſhield thee from night-ſpels, and dreaming of diuels, If thou wilt forgiue me, and neuer more grieue me, With faſting and praying, and Haile Marie ſaying, From blacke Purgatorie, a penance right ſory: Frier Thomas will warme you, It ſhall neuer harme you. Come leaue off your rabble, Sirs, hang vp this lozell. For charitie I beg his life, Saint Francis chiefeſt Frier, The beſt in all our Couent ſir, to keepe a Vintners fire. O ſtrangle not the good old man, my hoſteſſe oldeſt gueſt, And I will bring you by and by vnto the Priors cheſt. I, ſaiſt thou ſo, & if thou wilt the Frier is at liberty, If not, as I am honeſt man, I hang you both for company. Fr. Come hither, this is the cheſt, thogh ſimple to behold, That wanteth not a thouſand pound in ſiluer and in gold. My ſelf wil warrant ful ſo much, I know the Abbots ſtore, Ile pawn my life there is no leſſe, to haue what ere is more. I take thy word, the ouerplus vnto thy ſhare ſhal come, But if there want of full ſo much, thy necke ſhall pay the ſumme. Breake vp the Coffer, Frier. Oh I am vndone, faire Alice the Nunne Hath tooke vp her reſt in the Abbots cheſt. Sancte benedicite, pardon my ſimplicitie. Fie Alice, confeſſion will not ſalue this tranſgreſſion. What haue we here, a holy Nunne? ſo keepe me God in health. A ſmooth facde Nunne (ſor aught I know) is al the Abbots wealth. Is this the Nunries chaſtitie? Beſhrew me but I thinke They go as oft to venery as niggards to their drinke. Why paltry Frier and Pandar too, yee ſhameleſſe ſhauen crowne, Is this the cheſt that held a hoord, at leaſt a thouſand pound? And is the hoord a holy whore? well, be the hangman nimble, Hee'l take the paine to pay you home, and teach you to diſſemble. Nunne O ſpare the Frier Anthony, a better neuer was To ſing a Dirige ſolemnely, or reade a morning maſſe. If money be the meanes of this, I know an ancient Nunne, That hath a hoord theſe ſeuen yeeres, did neuer ſee the ſunne; And that is yours, and what is ours, ſo fauour now be ſhowne, You ſhall commaund as commonly, as if it were your owne. Your honour excepted. I Thomas, I meane ſo. From all ſaue from Friers. Good ſir, doe not thinke ſo. I thinke and ſee ſo: why how camſt thou here? To hide her from lay men. Tis true ſir, for feare. For feare of the laitie: a pitifull dred When a Nunne flies for ſuccour to a fat Friers bed. But now for your ranſome my cloyſter-bred conney, To the cheſt that you ſpeake of where lies ſo much mony.