Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.84 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
The careless sleep rule on the mountains tops, That see the Seaman floating on the surge, The threatening winds comes springing with the floods To overwhelm and drown his craised keel, His tacks torn, his sails borne over board. How pale like Vallowe flowers the mountain stands Upon his hatches waiting for his jerk, Wringing his hands that ought to play the pomp, May blame his fear that laboureth not for life. So thou poor soul may tell a servile tale, may council me, but I that prove thy pain. may hear thee talk: but not redress my harm, But ghastly death already is addressed, To glean the latest blossom of my life, My spirit fails me, are these Friars come? Dominus vobiscum. Et cum spiritu tuo. Draw near grave Fathers, and approach my bed: Forbear our presence Ladies for a while, And leave us to our secret conference. What cause hath moved your royal Majesty, To call your servants from their countries bounds? For to attend your pleasure here in England's court? See you not holy Friars mine estate, My body weak inclining to my grave. We see and sorrow for thy pain fair Queen. By this eternal signs of my defects, Friars consecrate mine ineternall grief, My soul, ah wretched soul within this breast, Faint for to mount the Heavens with wings of grace, A hundred by flocking troops of sin, That stop my passage to my wished hours. The nearer Elinor, so the greatest hope of health, And deign to us for to impart your quiet. Who by our prayers and counsel ought to arm, Aspiring souls to scale the heavenly grace. Shame and remorse doth stop my course of speech. Madam you need not dread our conference, Who by the order of the holy Church, Are all anointed to sacred secrecy. Did I not think, nay were I not assured, Your wisdoms would be silent in that cause, No fear could make me to bewray myself, ●ue gentle fathers I have thought it good, Not to rely upon these Englishmen, But on your troths, you holy men of France, Then as you love your life and England's weal, Keep secret my Confession from the king, For why my story nearly toucheth him. Whose love compared with my loss delights. With many sorrows that my heart affrights. My heart misgives. Be silent, follow Friar. In pride of youth when I was young and fair. And gracious in the king of England's sight, The day before that night his Highness should, Possess the pleasure of my wedlocks bed, Caitiff accursed monster as I was, His brother Edmund beautiful and young, Upon my bridal couch by my consent, Enjoys the flower and favour of my love. And I became a Traitress to my Lord. Madam, through sickness, weakness, and your wits, 'twere very good to bethink yourself before you speak. Good father not so weak but that I woe, My heat doth rent to think upon the time, But why exclaims this holy Friar so▪ Oh pray then for my faults religious man.
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The crelesse sleepe rule on the mountaines toppes, That see the Sea-man floating on the swerge, The threatning windes comes springing with the flouds To ouerwhelme and drowne his craised keele, His tackestorne, his sailes borne ouer boarde. How pale like Vallowe flowres the mountaine standes Vppon his hatches waiting for his iearke, Wringing his hands that ought to plaie the pompe, Maie blae his feare that laboreth not for life. So thou poore soule maie tell a seruile tale, Maie councell me, but I that prooue thy paine. Maie here thee talke: but not redresse my harme, But ghastlie death alreadie is addrest, To gleane the latest blossome of my life, My spirite failes me, are these Friers come? Dominus vobiscum. Et cum spiritu tuo. Draw neare graue Fathers, and approche my bed: Forbeare our presence Ladies for a while, And leaue vs to our secret conference. What cause hath moued your roiall Maiestie, To call your seruaunts from their countreis bounds? For to attend your pleasure here in Englands court? See you not holie Friers mine estate, My bodie weake inclining to my graue. We see and sorrow for thy paine faire Queene. By this eternall signes of my defectes, Friers consecrate mine ineternall griefe, My soule, ah wretched soule within this brest, Fnt for to mount the Heauens with wings of grace, A hundred by flocking troupes of sinne, That stop my passage to my wished howres. The nearer Elinor, so the greatest hope of health, And daine to vs for to impart your quiet. VVho by our praiers and counsaile ought to arme, Aspiring soules to scale the heauenly grace. Shame and remorse doth stop my course of speac. Madam you need not dread our conference, VVho by the order of the holy Church, Are all annoynted to sacred secrecie. Did I not thinke naie were I not assured, Your wisedomes would be silent in that cause, No feare could make me to be wraie my selfe, ue gentle fathers I haue thought it good, Not to relie vppon these Englishmen, But on your trothes, you holy men of Fraunce, Then as you loue your life and Englands weale, Keepe secret my Confession from the king, For why my storie nearelie toucheth him. Whose loue compared with my losse delights. With manie sorrowes that my heart affrights. My heart misgiues. Be silent, follow Frier. In pride of youth when I was yong and faire. And gracious in the king of Englands sight, The daie before that night his Highnes should, Possesse the pleasure of my wedlockes bed, Caitife accursed monster as I was, His brother Edmund beautifull and young, Vppon my bridall couch by my concent, Enioies the flowre and fauour of my loue. And I becam a Traitresse to my Lord. Madam, through sickenes, weakenes, and your wittes, twere verie good to bethinke y fe before you speake. Good father not so weake but that I woe, My heat dothrent to thinke vpon the time, But whie exclaimes this holie Frier so Oh aie then for my faults religious man.