Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.69 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
How well they couched in forest green, Frolic and lively with oaten teen: And spent their day in game and glee, Lluellen do seek if ought please thee, Nor though thy foot be out of town, Let thine look black on Edward's Crown. Nor think this green is not so gay, A was the golden rich array: And if sweet Nell my Marrian, Trust me as I am Gentle man: Thou art as fine in this at tire: As fine and fit to my desire, As when of Leister's Hall and bower, Thou wert the rose and sweetest flowers How sayst thou friar say I well? For any thing becomes my Nell. Never made man of a woman borne, A bullocks tail a blowing horn, Nor can an ass's hide disguise, A Lion if he ramp and rise. My Lord, the Friar is wondrous wise. Believe him for he tells no lies, But what doth little Iohn devise? That Robin Hood beware of spies, An aged saying and a true, Black will take no other hue. He that of old hath been thy toe: Will die but will continue so. O masters, whither shall we, doth any living creature know? Rice and I will walk the round, friar see about the ground. And spoil what pray is to be found, My love I leave within in trust, Because I know thy dealing lust: Come Potter come and welcome to, Fare as we fare and do as we do. Nell adieu we go for news, A little serves the Friar's lust, When nolens volens fast I must, Master at all that you refuse. Such a porter would I choose, When I mean to blind a skull. While Robin walke with little Io, The Friar will lick his marrian. So will the Porter if he can. Now Friar sith your lord is gone, And you and I are left alone, What can the Friar do or say, To pass the weary time away? Weary God wot poor wench to thee, That never thought these days to see. Break heart and split mine eyes in twain. Never let me hear those words again. What can the Frier doe or sal To pass the weary time away: More dare I do then he dare say, Because he doubts to have away. Do somewhat friar say or sing, That may to sorrows so lace bring, And I meanwhile will Garlands make, O Mortimor were it for thy sake, A Garland were the happiest stake: That ever this hand unhappy drew. Mistress shall I tell you true, I have a song I learned it long ago, I wot not whether you'll like it well or ill, 'tis short and sweet but somewhat brolde before. Once let me sing it and I ask no more. What Friar will you so indeed, Agrees it somewhat with your need? Why mistress shall I sing my creed, That's fitter of the two at need. O wench how mayst thou hope to speed?
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How well they coucht in forrest green, Frolike and liuelie with oaten teene: And spent their daie in game and glee, Lluellen doe seeke if ought please thee, Nor though thy foot be out of towne, Let thine looke blacke on Edwards Crowne. Nor thinke this greene is not so gaie, A was the golden rich array: And if sweete Nel my Marrian, Trust me as I am Gentle man: Thou art as fine in this at tire: As fine and fitte to my desire, As when of Leisters Hal and bowre, Thou wert the rose and sweetest flowres How saist thou Frier say I wel? For anie thing becomes my Nell. Neuer made man of a woman borne, A Bullockes taile a blowing horne, Nor can an Asles hide disguise, A Lion if he rampe and rise. My Lord, the Frier is wondrous wise. Beleeue him for he tels no lies, But what doth little Iohn deuise? That Robin Hood beware of spies, An aged saying and a true, Blacke wil take no other hue. He that of old hath beene thy toe: Wil die but wil continue so. O maisters, whither shal we, doth anie liuing creature knowe? Rice and I wil walke the round, Frier see about the ground. And spoile what praie is to be found, My loue I leaue within in trust, Because I knowe thy dealing lust: Come Potter come and welcome to, Fare as we fare and doe as we doe. Nell adiew we goe for newes, A little serues the Frier's lust, When nolens volens fast I must, Maister at al that you refuse. Such a porter would I choose, When I meane to blinde a skule. While Robin walke with little Io, The Frier wil licke his marrian. So wil the Porter if he can. Now Frier sith your lord is gone, And you and I are left alone, What can the Frier doe or saie, To passe the wearie time away? Wearie God wot poore wench to thee, That neuer thought these daies to see. Breke and split mine eies in . Neuer let me heare those wordes againe. What can the Frier doe or sal To passe the wearie time awaie: More dare I doe then he dare saie, Because he doubts to haue away. Doe somewhat Frier saie or sing, That may to sorrowes so lace bring, And I meane while wil Garlands make, O Mortimor were it for thy sake, A Garland were the happiest stake: That euer this hand vnhappie drew. Mistres shal I tel you true, I haue a soug I learnd it long agoe, I wot not whether yole like it wel or ill, Tis short and sweete but somewhat brolde before. Once let me sing it and I aske no more. What Frier will you so indeede, Agrees it somewhat with your neede? Why mistres shal I sing my creede, Thats fitter of the two at neede. O wench how maist thou hope to speede?