Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.80 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
I know not what we did, a pox of all conjuring Friars. Now jolly Friar tell us, is this the book that Burden is so careful to look on? It is, but Burden tell me now, Thinkest thou that Bacon's Necromantic skill, Cannot perform his head and wall of Brass, When he can fetch thine hostess in such post. I'll warrant you master, if master Burden could conjure as well as you, he would have his book every night from Henly to study on at Oxford. Burden what are you mated by this frolic Friar, Look how he droops, his guilty conscience Drives him to bash and makes his hostess blush. Well mistress for I will not have you mist, You shall to Henly to cheer up your guests Fore supper gin, Burden bid her adieu, Say farewell to your hostess sore she goes, Sirrah away, and set her safe at home. Master Burden, when shall we see you at Henly. The devil take thee and Henly too. Master shall I make a good motion. What's that? Marry sir now that my hostess is gone to provide supper, conjure up another spirit, and send doctor Burden flying after. Thus rulers of our Academic state, You have seen the Friar frame his art by proof: And as the college called Brazennose, Is under him and he the master there: So surely shall this head of brass be framed, And yield forth strange and uncouth aphorisms: And Hell and Heccate shall fale the Fr, But I will circled England round with brass. So be it, & n●ne& semper, Amen. By my troth Margaret here's a wether is able to make a man call his father whoreson, if this wether hold we shall have hay good cheap, and butter and cheese at Harlston will bear no price. Thomas, maids when they come to see the fair, Count not to make a cope for dearth of hay, When we have turned our butter to the salt, And set our cheese safely upon the racks. Then let our father's prize it as they please, We country sluts of merry Fresingfield, Come to buy needless noughts to make us fine, And look that youngmen should be frank this day, And court us with such fairings as they can. Phabus is blithe and frolic looks from heaven, As when he courted lovely Semele: Swearing the peddlers shall have empty packs, If that fair wether may make chapmen buy. But lovely Peggy Semele is dead, And therefore Phebus from his palace pries, And seeing such a sweet and seemly saint, Shows all his glories for to court yourself. This is a fairing gentle sir indeed, To soothe me up with such smooth flattery, But learn of me your scoffs to broad before: Well Ione our beauties must abide their jests, We serve the turn iniolly Fresingfield.
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I knowe not what we did, a poxe of all coniuring Friers. Now iolly Frier tell vs, is this the booke that Burden is ſo carefull to looke on? It is, but Burden tell me now, Thinkeſt thou that Bacons Nicromanticke skill, Cannot performe his head and wall of Braſſe, When he can fetch thine hoſteſſe in ſuch poſt. Ile warrant you maiſter, if maiſter Burden could coniure as well as you, hee would haue his booke euerie night from Henly to ſtudy on at Oxford. Burden what are you mated by this frolicke Frier, Looke how he droops, his guiltie conſcience Driues him to baſh and makes his hoſteſſe bluſh. Well miſtres for I wil not haue you miſt, You ſhall to Henly to cheere vp your gueſts Fore ſupper ginne, Burden bid her adew, Say farewell to your hoſteſſe ſore ſhe goes, Sirha away, and ſet her ſafe at home. Maiſter Burden, when ſhall we ſee you at Henly. The deuill take thee and Henly too. Maiſter ſhall I make a good motion. Whats that? Marry ſir nowe that my hoſteſſe is gone to prouide ſupper, coniure vp another ſpirite, and ſend doctor Burden ying after. Thus rulers of our Accademicke ſtate, You haue ſeene the Frier frame his art by proo: And as the colledge called Braznno Is vnder him and he the maiſter there: So ſurely ſhall this head of braſſe be framd, And yeeld forth ſtrange and vncoth Aphriſmes: And Hell and Heccate ſhall fale the Fr, But I will circle England round with braſſe. So be it, & nne& ſempr, Amen. By my troth Margret heeres a wether is able to make a man call his father whorſon, if this wether hold wee ſhall haue hay good cheape, and butter and cheeſe at Harlſton will beare no price. Thomas, maides when they come to ſee the faire, Count not to make a cope for dearth of hay, When we haue turnd our butter to the ſalt, And ſet our cheeſe ſafely vpon the rackes. Then let our fathers priſe it as they pleaſe, We countrie ſluts of merry Freſingfield, Come to buy needleſſe noughts to make vs fine, And looke that yong-men ſhould be francke this day, And court vs with ſuch fairings as they can. Phus is blythe and frolicke lookes from heauen, As when he courted louely Semele: Swearing the pedlers ſhall haue emptie packs, If that faire wether may make chapmen buy. But louely Peggie Semele is dead, And therefore Phbus from his pallace pries, And ſeeing ſuch a ſweet and ſeemly ſaint, Shewes all his glories for to court your ſelfe. This is a fairing gentle ſir indeed, To ſooth me vp with ſuc ſmooth flatterie, But learne of me your ſcoes to broad before: Well Ione our bewties muſt abide their ieſtes, We ſerue the turne iniolly Freſingfield.