Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.71 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
My sweetest love and this my infract fortune could never vaunt her sovereignty, and shouldest thou pass the ford of Phlegeton, or with Leander win the Hellispont in deserts, Oenophrius ever dwell, or build thy bower on Aetna's fiery tops, thy Nell would follow thee and keep with thee, thy Nell would feed with thee and sleep with thee. O Cupido quantus quantus. Bravely resolved Madam and then what rests my Lord Robin but we will live and die together like Chamber Britain's, Robin Hood, little Iohn, friar Tucke, and Maid marrian. There rests nothing now cousin but that I sell my chain to set us all in green and we'll all play the pioneers to make us a cave and cabin for all weathers. My sweet Lluellen though this sweet be gal, Patience doth conquer me by out suffering all. Now Mannock deny I hold thee a penny, Thou shalt have neither sheep nor goat: But Friar David, Will fleeces his coat, Where ever lack my Novice jet. All is fish with him that comes to net, David this year thou payest no debt. Why friar is it so plain in deed, Lluellen art thou flatly so resolved. To roust it out and roust so near the king: What shall we have a passage kept in wales: For men at arms and knights adventurous? By cock Sir Rice I see no reason why, Young Mortimor should make one among: And play high, parton Mannock dying here, For love of his beloved Elinor: His Elinor where she this I wot, The bitter Northern wind upon the plains: The damps that rise from out the quickly plots: Nor influence of contagious air should touch, But she should court yet with the proudest dames, Rich in attire and sumptuous in her fare. And take her ease in beds of safest Down, Why Mortimor may not thy offers move, And win sweet Elinor from Lluellen's love, Why pleasant gold and gentle eloquence, Have beset the chastest nymphs the fairest dames, And vaunts of words, delights of wealth and ease, Have made a Nun 10 yield Lluellen's, Being set to see the last of desperate chance, Why should so fair a star stand in a vale? And not be seen to sparkle in the sky, It is enough Ioue change his glittering robes: To see Mennosyne and the flies Masters have altar gentle Robinhood, You are not so well accompanied I hope: But if a potter come to play his part, You'll give him stripes or welcome good or worse: Go Mortimor and make their love holidays, The king will take a common 'scuse of thee, And who hath more men to attend then Mortimor. Why so, I see my mates of old, All were not lies that Bedlams told: Of Robin Hood and little Iohn, friar Tucke and Maid marian. I for sooth master.
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My sweetest loue and this my infracte fortune could neuer vaunt har soueraignty, and shouldest thou passe the foorde of Phlegeton, or with Leander win the Hellispont in deserts, Oenophrius euer dwell, or builde thy bowre on Aetuas fierie tops, thy Nel would follow thee and keepe with thee, thy Nel would feede with thee and sleepe with thee. O Cupido quantus quantus. Brauelie resolude Madam and tn what rests my Lord Robin but we will liue and die together like Chamber Britaines, Robin Hood, little Iohn, Frier Tucke, and Maide marrian. There rests nothing now cosin but that I sell my chaine to set vs all in greene and weele al play the Pioners to make vs a caue and Cabban for al weathers. My sweete Lluellen though this sweet bee gal, Patience doth conquer me by out suffering al. Now Manmocke deny I hold thee a peny, Thou shalt haue neither sheep nor goate: But Frier Dauid, Will fleeces his coate, VVhere euer lacke my Nouice iet. Al is fishe with that comes to net, Dauid this yeare thou paiest no dete. VVhy Fer is it so plaine in deede, Lluellen art thou flatly so resolude. To rost it out and roust so neare the king: What shal we haue a passage kept in wales: For men at armes and knights aduenturou? By cocke Sir Rice I see no reason why, Young Mortimor should make one among: And play hi, parton dying here, For loue of his beloued Elinor: His Elinor where I wott, The bitter Northern winde vppon the plaines: The dampes that rise from out the quecy plots: Nor influence of contagious aire should touch, But shee should court yet with the prondest dmes, Rich in attire and sumptuous in her fare. And take her ease in beds of safest Downe, Why Mort may not thy offers moue, And win sweet E Lluellens loue, Why plesant gold and gentle eloquence, Haue yset the Nimphs the fairest dames, And vants of words, delights of wealth and ease, Haue made a Nunne 10 yeelde Lluellens, Being set to see the last of despate chance, Why should so faire a slarre stand in a vale? And not be seene to sparkle in the skie, It is enough Ioue change his glittering robes: To see Mennosyne and the flies Maisters haue alter gentle Robinhood, You are not so wel accompanied I hope: But if a potter come to pic his part, Youle giue him stripes or welcome good or worse: Goe Mortimor and make their loue holidaies, The king wil take a common scuse of thee, And who hath more men to attend then Mortimor. Why so, I see my mates of olde, All were not lies that Bedlams told: Of Robin Hood and little Iohn, Frier Tucke and Maide marian. I for sooth maister.