Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.87 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
My masters and friends, I am a poor Friar, a man of God's making, and a good fellow as you are, legs, feet, face and hands, & heart from top to toe, of my word, right shape and Christendom: and I love a wench as a wench should be loved, and if you love yourself walk good friends I pray you, & let the Friar alone with his flesh. O Friar, your holy mother the church teaches you to abstain from these morsels, therefore my masters 'tis a deed of charity to remove this stumbling block, a fair wench, a shrewd temptation to a friar's conscience. Friend if you knew the Friar half so well as the bailie of Brecknock, you would think you might as so one move monk Davie into the sea, as Guenth. from his side. Mas by your leave, we'll prove. At your peril if you move his patience. Brother, brother, and my good Countrymen. Countrymen? nay I cannot think that an English friar, will come so far into Wales barefooted. That's more than you know, and yet my lord he might ride, having a filly so near. warnings: Hands off good countryman, at few words & fair Countrymen, not so sir, we renounce thee Friar, and refuse your country. Then brother and my good friends, Hands off and if you love your ease. Ease me no easings, we'll ease you of this carriage. Fellow be gone quickly, or my pike staff and I will set thee away with a vengeance. I am sorry trust me to see the church so unpatient. Ye Dogs ounes, do me a shroud turn and mock me too, flesh and blood will not bear this: then rise up Robert and say to Richard, Red rationem villicationistuae. sir Countryman, kinsman, Englishman, Welshman, you with the Wench, return your Habeas corpus, here's a Circiorari for your Procedendo. Hold friar we are thy countrymen. Rice. Paid, paid, Digone, we are thy countrymen, Mundue. My Countrymen? nay marry sir shall you not be my countrymen, you sir, you, specially you sir that refuse the Friar, and renounce his country. Friar, hold thy hands, I swear as I am a Gentleman, I am a Welshman, and so are the rest of honesty. Of honesty sayest thou? They are neither Gentlemen nor Welshmen, That will deny their country: Come hither wench, I'll have about with them once more, For denying of their Country. friar thou wottest not what thou say est, This is the prince, and we are all his train: Disposed to be pleasant with thee a little, But I perceive Friar, thy nose will bide no rest. As much as you will with me sir, But not at any hand with my wench, I and Richard my man here. For here, Contra omnes gentes. But is this Lluellen the great Camber Britain?
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My maisters and frends, I am a poore Friar, a man of Gods making, and a good fellow as you are, legs, feete, face and hands, & hart from top to toe, of my word, ght shape and Christendome: and I loue a wenche as a wench should be loued, and if you loue your selfe walke good friends I pray you, & let the Friar alone with his flesh. O Friar, your holie mother the church teaches you to abstaine from these morsels, therfore my maisters tis a deed of charitie to remooue this stumbling block, a faire wench, a shrewd temptation to a Friars conscience. Friend if you knew the Friar halfe so well as the bailie of Brecknock, you would think you might as so one mooue munk Dauie into the sea, as Guenth. from his side. Mas by your leaue, weele prooue. At your perill if you mooue his patience. Brother, brother, and my good Countrimen. Countrimen? nay I cannot thinke that an English friar, will come so farre into Wales barefooted. Thats more then you know, and yet my lord he might ride, hauing a fillie so nre. (warnings: Hands off good countriman, at few words & faire Countrimen, not so sir, wee renounce thee Friar, and refuse your countrie. Then brother and my good friends, Hands off and if you loue your ease. Ease me no easings, weele ease you of this carriage. Fellow be gone quicklie, or my pike staffe and I will set thee away with a vengeance. I am sorie trust me to see the church so vnpatient. Ye Dogs ounes, do me a shrowde turne and mocke me too, flesh and bloud will not beare this: then rise vp Rob and say to Richard, Redde rationem villicationistuae. sir Countriman, kinsman, Englishman, Welshman, you with the Wenche, returne your Habeas corpus, heres a Circiorari for your Procedendo. Holde friar we are thy countriemen. Rice. Payd, payd, Digone, we are thy countrimē, Mundue. My Countrymen? nay marry sir shal you not be my countrimen, you sir, you, specially you sir that refuse the Friar, and renounce his countrie. Friar, hold thy hands, I sweare as I am a Gentleman, I am a Welshman, and so are the rest of honestie. Of honestie saiest thou? They are neither Gentlemen nor Welshmen, That will denie their countrie: Come hither wenche, Ile haue about with them once more, For denying of theyr Countrie. Frier thou wottest not what thou say est, This is the prince, and we are all his traine: Disposed to be pleasant with thee a little, But I perceiue Friar, thy nose will bide no est. As much as you will with me sir, But not at any hand with my wench, I and Richard my man heere. For here, Contra omnes gentes. But is this Lluellen the great Camber Britaine?