Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.81 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Well said Friar better once then never, give me thy hand, my cunning shall fail me but we will be fellows yet, and now Robin Hood is gone, it shall cost me hot water but thou shalt be King Edward's man, only I enjoin thee this, come not too near the Friar but good Friar be at my hand. O sir no sir not so sir, a was warned too lately none of that flesh I love. Come on, and for those that have made their submission, and given their names in the kings name, I pronounce their pardons, and so God save K. Edward. Why Joan, is this the welcome that the clouds affords, how dare these disturb our thoughts, knowing that I am Edward's wife and England's Queen here thus on Charing green to threaten me? Ah mother blaspheme not so, your blaspheming and other wicked deeds hath caused our God to terrify your thoughts, and call to mind your sinful fact committed against the Maris here of lovely London, and better Maris London never bread, so full of ruth and pity to the poor, her have you made away, that London cries for vengeance on your head. I rid her not, I made her not away, by heaven I swear, Traitors they are to Edward and to England's Queen that say I made away the Maris. Take heed sweet Lady mother swear not so, a field of prize corn will not stop their mouths, that said you have made a way that virtuous woman. Gape earth and swallow me, and my soule sincke downe to Hell if I were Autor of womens Tragedy, Oh Ione, helpe Ione thy mother kes. Oh mother my help is nothing, oh she is sunk, and here the earth is new closed up again, ah Charing green for ever change thy hue, and never may the grass grow green again but wither and return to stones, because that beauteous Elinor sink on thee, well I will send unto the king my father's Grace, and satisfy him of this strange mishap. Now trothless King what fruits have braving boasts, What end hath Treason but a sudden fall? Such as have known thy life and bringing up, Have praised thee for thy learning and thy art, How comes it then that thou forgettest thy books, That schooled thee to forget ingratitude, Unkind, this hand hath anointed thee a king, This tongue pronounced the sentence of thy ruth, If thou in lieu of mine unfeigned love, Hast levied arms for to attempt my crown, Now see thy fruits, thy glories are dispersed, And his, for like sith thou hast passed thy bounds, Thy sturdy neck must stoop to bear this yoke. I took this lesson Edward from my book, To keep a just equality of mind, Content with every fortune as it comes, So canst thou threat no more than I expect. So sir your moderation is enforced, Your goodly gloss cannot make it good,
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Well saide Frier better once then neuer, giue me thy hand, my cunning shall faile me but we will be fellowes yet, and now Robin Hood is gone, it shall cost me whot water but thou shalt be King Edwards man, only I enioyne thee this, come not too neare the Frier but good Frier be at my hand. O sirre no sirre not so sirre, a was warned too latelie none of that flesh I loue. Come on, and for those that haue made their submission, and giuen their names in the Kinges name, I pronounce their pardones, and so God saue K. Edward. Whie Ione, is this the welcome that the clouds affordes, how dare these disturbe our thoughts, knowing that I am Edwardes wife and Englands Queen here thus on Charing greene to threaten me? Ah mother blaspheme not so, your blaspheming and other wicked deeds hath caused our God to terrifie your thoughts, and call to minde your sinfull fact committed against the Maris here of louely London, and better Maris London neuer bread, so full of ruth and pitty to the poore, her haue you made awaie, that London cries for vengeance on your head. I rid her not, I made her not awaie, by heauen I sweare, Traitors they are to Edward and to Englandes Queene that saie I made awaie the Maris. Take heede sweet Lady mother sweare not so, a field of prise corne wil not stop their mouths, that said you haue made a waie that vertuous woman. Gape earth and swallow me, and my soule sincke downe to Hell if I were Autor of womens Tragedy, Oh Ione, helpe Ione thy mother kes. Oh mother my helpe is nothing, oh she is suncke, and here the earthis new closde vp againe, ah Charinge greene for euer change thy hew, and neuer may th ras grow greene againe but wither and returne to stones, because that beauteous Elinor sincke on thee, wel I will send vnto the king my fathers Grace, and satisfie him of this strange mishap. Now trothles King what fruites haue brauing boastes, VVhat end hath Treason but a soddaine fall? Such as haue knowne thy life and bringing vp, Haue praised thee for thy learning and thy art, How comes it then that thou forgetst thy bookes, That schoold thee to forgetingratitude, Vnkinde, this hand hath noted thee a king, This tongue pronounst the sentence of thy ruth, If thou in ue of mine vnfaigned loue, Hast leuied armes for to attempt my crowne, Now see thy fruites, thy gloryes are dispeast, And his, for like sith thou hast past thy bounds, Thy slurdie necke must stoope to beare this yoke. I tooke this lesson Edward from my booke, To keepe a iust equality of minde, Content with euery fortune as it comes, So can thou threat no more then I expect. So sir your moderation is enfort, Your goodly gloses cannot make it good,