Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.91 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
O mistress out it goes. Look what comes next the Friar throes. Such a sitting whoever saw, An eagle's bird of a Jack daw. So Sir is this all? Sweet heart here's no more. How now good fellow more indeed, By one then was before. How now the devil in steed of a ditty. friar a ditty come late from the city. To ask some pity of this lass so pretty: Some pity sweet mistress I pray you. How now friar where are we now and you play not the man? Friend Copes mate, you that come late from the City, To ask some pity of this lass so pretty, In likeness of a doleful ditty, Hang me if I do not pay ye. O friar you grow choleric, well you'll Have no man to Court your mislers but yourself, On my word i'll take you down a bottom hole, Ye talk, ye talk child. 'tis well potter you fight in a good quarrel, Mas this blade will hold let me see then Friar. Mines for mine own turn I warrant, give his Tools, rise and let's to it, but no and you love me, I scorn the odds I can tell you, see fair play and you be Gentlemen. marry shall we Friar, let us see, be their staves of a length good, so now let us deem of the matter friar and Potter without more clatter I have cast your water, and see as deep into your desire, as he that had dived every day into your bosom, O friar will nothing serve your turn but Larks. Are such five birds for such course Clerks, None but my Marian can serve your turn. Cast water, for the house will burn. O mistress mistress flesh is frail, Ware when the sign is in the tail, Mig is loue and doth preuaile: Therefore friar shalt thou not fail, But mightily your foe assail: And thrash this Potter with thy flail, And Potter never rave nor rail, Not ask questions what I ail: But take this tool and do not quail, But thrash this friars russet coat: And make him sing a dastards note, And cry Peccaus miserere David, In am ama: Goc to. Strike, strike. Strike Potter be thou lief or loath, And if you'll not strike i'll strike for both. He must needs go that the devil drives Then Friar beware of other men's wives. I wish master proud Potter the Devil have my soul: But I'll. make my flail circumscribe your noll. Why so, now it cottons, now the game begins. One knave currieth another for his sins. O master short en my offences in mine eyes. If this Crucifige do not suffice, Send me to Heaven in a hempen sacrifice. O masters masters let this be warning: The Friar hath infected me with his learning. villain's do not touch the forbidden hair now to delude, or to dishonour me. O master, quae nagata sunt grata sunt.
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O mistres out it goes. Looke what comes next the Frier throes. Such a sitting who euer saw, An Eagles bird of a Iacke dawe. So Sir is this all? Sweete heart heres no more. How now good fellow more indeede, By one then was before. How now the diuel in steede of a dittie. Frier a dittie come late from the cittie. To aske some pitty of this lasse so pretty: Some pitty sweete mistres I praie you. How now Frier where are we now and you play not the man? Friend Copes mate, you that come late from the Cittie, To aske some pittie of this lasse so prettie, In likenes of a doleful dittie, Hang me if I doe not paie yee. O Frier you grow chollericke, wel yole Haue no man to Court your mislers but your selfe, On my word ile take you downe a botton hole, Ye talk, ye talke childe. Tis wel potter you fight in a good quarrel, Mas this blade wil holde le ee then Frier. Mines for mine owne turne his Tooles, rise and lets to it, b you loue me, I skorne the oddes I can tel you, ee faire play and you be Gentlemen. Mary shal we Frier, let vs see, be their staues of a length good, so now let vs deeme of the matter Frier and Potter more clatter I haue cast your water, and see as deepe into your desire, as he that hadde dined everie day into your bosome, O Frier wil nothing serue your turne but Larkes. Are such fiue birds for such course Clarkes, None but my Marian can serue your turne. Cast water, for the house wil burne. O mistres mistres flesh is fraile, Ware when the signe is in the taile, Mig is loue and doth preuaile: Therefore Frier shalt thou not faile, But mightily your foe assaile: And thrash this Potter with thy slaile, And Potter neuer raue nor raile, Not aske questions what I aile: But take this toole and doe not quaile, But trash this Friers russet cote: And make him sing a dastards note, And crie Pecca miserere Dauid, In am ama: Goc to. Strike, strike. Strike Potter be thou liefe or loth, And if youle not strike ile strike for both. He must needs go that the diuel driues Then Frier beware of other mens wiues. I wish maister proud Potter the Diuell haue my soule: But ile. make my slaile circumscribe your noule. Why so, now it cotens, now the game beginnes. One knaue currieth another for his sinnes. O maister short en my offences in mine eies. If this Crucifige doe not suffice, Send me to Heauen in a hempen sacrifice. O maisters maisters let this bee warning: The Frier hath infected me with his learning. Villains do not touch the forbidden haire now to delude, or to dishonor me. O maister, quae nagata sunt grat sunt.