Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.80 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
No nor his mistress gallant Mortimor, With all the gold and silver of the land. Ransom this Iudas to his father's line, Ransom this traitor to his brother's life, No take that earnest penny of thy death, This touch my lord comes nothing near the mark. O damned villain hold thy hands, Ask and have. We will nor ask nor have, seest thou these tools? These be the Dogs shall bait him to the death, And shall by piecemeals tear his cursed flesh, And in thy sight here shall he hang and pine. O villains, traitors, how will I be venged? What threats thou Edward, Desperate minds contemn, That fury menaceth, see thy words effects. O gracious heavens, dissolve me into clay, This tyranny is more than flesh can bear. Bear it brave mind, sith nothing but thy blood, May satisfy in this extreme estate. My lord it is in vain to threaten them, They are resolved ye see upon his death. Sussex, his death, they all shall buy it dear, Offer them any favour for his life, Pardon, or peace, or aught what is beside: So love me God, as I regard my friends. Lluellen let me have thy brother's life, Even at what rate and ransom thou wilt name. Edward, king Edward, as thou list be termed, Thou know'st thou hast my beauteous Elinor, Produce her forth, to plead for David's life, She may obtain more than an host of men. Wilt thou exchange thy prisoner for thy love? Talk no more to me, let me see her face. Why, will your majesty be all so base, To stoop to his demands in every thing? Fetch her at once, good Mortimor be gone. I go, but how unwilling heavens doth know, A pace Mortimor if thou love thy friend. I go for dearer than I leave behind. See Sussex how he bleedeth in my eye, That beareth fortunes shock triumphantly. Saw haw, mainer; I have found, I have found. What hast thou found Friar, ha? News my lord, a Star from out the Sea, The same is risen, and made a summers day. What Nell, sweet Nell, do I behold thy face? Fall heavens, fleet stars, shine Phoebus lamp no more, This is the Planet lends this world her light, Star of my fortune, this that shineth bright, Queen of my heart, load star of my delight, Fair mould of beauty, miracle of fame, O let me die with Elinor in mine arms: What honour shall I lend thy loyalty, Or praise unto thy sacred deity. Marry this my lord, if I may give you counsel, sacrifice this Tike in her sight, her friend, which being done, one of your soldiers may dip his foul shirt in his blood, so shall you be waited with as many crosses as king Edward. Good cheer sir David, we shall up anon. Die Mortimor, thy life is almost gone.
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No nor his mistres gallant Mortimor, With all the golde and siluer of the land. Raunsome this Iudas to his fathers line, Raunsome this traitor to his brothers life, No take that earnest pennie of thy death, This touche my lord comes nothing neere the marke. O damned villaine holde thy hands, Aske and haue. We will nor ask nor haue, seest thou these tooles? These be the Dogges shall baite him to the death, And shall by peecemeales teare his cursed flesh, And in thy sight here shall he hang and pine. O villains, traitors, how will I be vengd? What threats thou Edward, Desperate mindes contemne, That furie menaceth, see thy words effects. O gratious heauens, dissolue me into claie, This tirannie is more then flesh can beare. Beare it braue minde, sith nothing but thy bloud, May satisfie in this extreame estate. My lord it is in vaine to threaten them, They are resolu'd yee see vpon his death. Sussex, his death, they all shall buie it deare, Offer them any fauour for his life, Pardon, or peace, or ought what is beside: So loue me God, as I regarde my friends. Lluellen let me haue thy brothers life, Euen at what rate and ransome thou wilt name. Edward, king Edward, as thou list be termd, Thou knowst thou hast my beautious Elinor, Produce her forth, to plead for Dauids life, She may obtaine more then an hoast of men. VVilt thou exchange thy prisoner for thy loue? Talke no more to me, let me see her face. VVhy, will your maiestie be all so base, To stoope to his demaunds in euerie thing? Fetch her at once, good Mortimor be gone. I go, but how vnwilling heauens doth know, A pace Mortimor if thou loue thy friend. I go for dearer then I leaue behinde. See Sussex how he bleedeth in my eye, That beareth fortunes shocke triumphantlie. Saw haw, maier; I haue found, I haue found. VVhat hast thou found Friar, ha? Newes my lord, a Star from out the Sea, The same is risen, and made a sommers day. VVhat Nell, sweete Nell, doe I behold thy face? Fall heauens, fleete stars, shine Phoebus lampe no more, This is the Planet lends this world her light, Starr of my fortune, this that shineth bright, Queene of my heart, load starre of my delight, Faire mould of beautie, miracle of fame, O let me die with Elinor in mine armes: VVhat honour shall I lend thy loialtie, Or praise vnto thy sacred dietie. Marrie this my lord, if I may giue you counsel, sacrifice this Tike in her sight, her friend, which beeing done, one of your souldiers may dip his foule shirt in his bloud, so shall you bee waited with as many crosses as king Edward. Good cheere sir Dauid, we shall vp anon. Die Mortimor, thy life is almost gone.