1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 22 of 29
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.85 · 487 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.
Fair sir, within this press, of plate and money is The value of a thousand marks, and other thing by gis. Let us alone, and take it all, 'tis yours sir, now you know it. Come on sir Friar, pick the lock, this gear doth cotton handsome, That covetousness so cunningly must pay the lechers ransom. What is in the hoard? Friar Laurence my Lord, now holy water help us, Some witch or some devil is sent to delude us: Haud credo Laurentius, that thou shouldst be penned thus In the press of a Nun we are all undone, And brought to discredence if thou be Friar Laurence, Amor vincit omnia, so Cato affirmeth, And therefore a Friar whose fancy soon burneth, Because he is mortal and made of mould, He omits what he ought, and doth more than he should. How goes this gear? the friars chest filled with a fausen Nun. The Nun again locks Friar up, to keep him from the Sun. Belike the press is Purgatory, or penance passing grievous: The friars chest a hell for Nuns! how do these dolts deceive us? Is this the labour of their lives, to feed and live at ease? To revel so lasciviously as often as they please. I'll mend the fault or fault my aim, if I do miss amending, 'tis better burn the Cloisters down, than leave them for offending. But holy you, to you I speak, to you religious devil, Is this the press that holds the sum, to quit you for your evil? I cry peccavi, parce me, good sir I was beguiled. Absolve sir for charity, she would be reconciled. And so I shall, sirs bind them fast, This is their absolution, go hang them up for hurting them, Haste them to execution. O tempus edax rerum, Give children books they tear them. O vanitas vanitatis, in this waning aetatis, At threescore well-near, to go to this gear, To my conscience a clog, to die like a dog. Exaudi me Domine, sivis me parce Dabo pecuniam, si habeo veniam. To go and fetch it, I will dispatch it, A hundred pound sterling, for my lives sparing. Hoe, who is here? S. Francis be your speed, Come in my flock, and follow me, your fortunes I will read. Come hither boy, go get thee home, and climb not over high, For from aloft thy fortune stands, in hazard thou shalt die. God be with you Peter, I pray you come to our house a Sunday. My boy show me thy hand, bless thee my boy, For in thy palm I see a many troubles are ybent to dwell, But thou shalt scape them all, and do full well. I thank you Peter, there's a cheese for your labour: my sister prays ye to come home, and tell her how many husbands she shall have, and she'll give you a rib of bacon.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1153–1213 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 29 in this edition
Length
487 words · 670 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T15 — Friars and holy orders in plotcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.851 (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)
Faire ſir, within this preſſe, of plate and mony is The valew of a thouſand markes, and other thing by gis. Let vs alone, and take it all, tis yours ſir, now you know it. Come on ſir Frier, picke the locke, this geere doth cotton hanſome, That couetouſneſſe ſo cunningly muſt pay the lechers ranſome. What is in the hoord? Frier Laurence my Lord, now holy water helpe vs, Some witch or ſome diuell is ſent to delude vs: Haud credo Laurentius, that thou ſhouldſt be pend thus In the preſſe of a Nunne we are all vndone, And brought to diſcredence if thou be Frier Laurence, Amor vincit omnia, ſo Cato affirmeth, And therefore a Frier whoſe fancie ſoone burneth, Becauſe he is mortall and made of mould, He omits what he ought, and doth more than he ſhould. How goes this geere? the Friers cheſt filld with a fauſen Nunne. The Nunne againe lockes Frier vp, to keepe him from the Sunne. Belike the preſſe is Purgatorie, or penance paſſing grieuous: The Friers cheſt a hell for Nunnes! how doe theſe dolts deceiue vs? Is this the labour of their liues, to feede and liue at eaſe? To reuell ſo laſciuiouſly as often as they pleaſe. Ile mend the fault or fault my aime, if I doe miſſe amending, Tis better burne the Cloyſters downe, than leaue them for offending. But holy you, to you I ſpeake, to you religious diuell, Is this the preſſe that holds the ſumme, to quit you for your euill? I crie peccaui, parce me, good ſir I was beguil'd. Abſolue ſir for charitie, ſhee would bee reconcil'd. And ſo I ſhall, ſirs bind them faſt, This is their abſolution, goe hang them vp for hurting them, Haſte them to execution. O tempus edax rerum, Giue children bookes they teare them. O vanitas vanitatis, in this waning aetatis, At threeſcore welneere, to goe to this geere, To my conſcience a clog, to die like a dog. Exaudi me Domine, ſiuis me parce Dabo pecuniam, ſi habeo veniam. To goe and fetch it, I will diſpatch it, A hundred pound ſterling, for my liues ſparing. Hoe, who is here? S. Francis be your ſpeed, Come in my flocke, and follow me, your fortunes I will reed. Come hither boy, goe get thee home, and clime not ouer hie, For from aloft thy fortune ſtands, in hazard thou ſhalt die. God be with you Peter, I pray you come to our houſe a Sunday. My boy ſhew me thy hand, bleſſe thee my boy, For in thy palme I ſee a many troubles are ybent to dwel, But thou ſhalt ſcape them all, and doe full well. I thanke you Peter, theres a cheeſe for your labor: my ſiſter prayes yee to come home, and tell her how many husbands ſhe ſhall haue, and ſhee'l giue you a rib of bacon.