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 0.82 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
To whom speakest thou. To thee. Who art thou. Can you not judge when all your swords grew fast, That friar Bacon was not far from hence: Edward king Henry's son and Prince of Wales, Thy fool disguised cannot conceal thyself, I know both Ermsby and the Suslex Earl, Else Friar Bacon had but little skill. Thou comest in post from merry Fresingfield, Fast fancied to the keepers bonny lass, To crave some succour of the jolly Friar, And Lacie Ear of Lincoln hast thou left, To treat fair Margaret to allow thy loves: But friends are men, and love can baffle lords. The Earl both woes and courts her for himself. Ned this is strange, the friar knoweth al. Apollo could not utter more than this. I stand amazed to hear this jolly Friar, Tell even the very secrets of my thoughts: But learned Bacon since thou knowest the cause, Why I did post so fast from Fresingfield. Help Friar at a pinch, that I may have The love of lovely Margaret to myself; And as I am true Prince of Wales, I'll give Living and lands to strength thy college state. Good Friar help the Prince in this. Why servant Ned, will not the friar do it. Were not my sword glued to my scabbard by conjuration, I would cut off his head and make him do it by force. In faith my lord, your manhood and your sword all alike, they are so fast conjured that we shall never see them. Wat doctor in a dump, tush help the prince, And thou shalt see how liberal he will prove, Crave not such actions, greater dumps than these, I will my lord strain out my magic spells, For this day comes the earl to Fresingfield, And fore that night shuts in the day with dark, they'll be betrothed each to other fast: But come with me, we'll to my study strait, And in a glass prospective I will show What's done this day in merry Fresingfield. Gramercies Bacon, I will quite thy pain. But send your train my lord into the town, My scholar shall go bring them to their Inn: Mean while we'll see the knavery of the earl. Warren leave me and Ermsbie, take the fool, Let him be master and go revel it, Till I and Friar Bacon talk a while. We will my lord. Faith Ned and I'll lord it out till thou comest, I'll be Prince of Wales over all the black pots in Oxford. Now frolic Edward, welcome to my Cell, Hear tempers Friar Bacon many toys: And holds this place his consistory court, Wherein the devils pleads homage to his words, Within this glass prospective thou shalt see This day what's done in merry Fresingfield, Twixt lovely Peggy and the Lincoln earl. Friar thou gladst me, nowshall Edward try, How Lacie meaneth to his sovereign lord. Stand there and look directly in the glass, What sees my lord.
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To whom ſpeakeſt thou. To thee. Who art thou. Could you not iudge when all your ſwords grew faſt That frier Bcon was not farre from hence: Edward king Henries ſonne and Prince of Wales, Thy oole diſguid cannot conceale thy ſele, I know both Ermbie and the Suſlex Erle, Els Frier Bacon had but little skill. Thou comeſt in poſt from merrie Freſingfield Faſt fancied to the keepers bonny laſſe, To craue ſome ſuccour of the iolly Frier, And Lacie Eare of Lincolne haſt thou left, To treat faire Margret to allow thy loues: But friends are men, and loue can baffle lords. The Earle both woes and courtes her for himſelfe. Ned this is ſtrange, the frier knoweth al. Appollo could not vtter more than this. I ſtand amazed to heare this iolly Frier, Tell euen the verie ſecrets of my thoughts: But learned Bacon ſince thou knoweſt the cauſe, Why I did poſt ſo faſt from Freſingfield. Helpe Frier at a pinch, that I may haue The loue of louely Margret to my ſelfe; And as I am true Prince of Wales, Ile giue Liuing and lands to ſtrength thy colledge ſtate. Good Frier helpe the Prince in this. Why ſeruant Ned, will not the frier doe it. Were not my ſword glued to my ſcabberd by coniuration, I would cut off his head and make him do it by force. In faith my lord, your manhood and your ſword all alike, they are ſo faſt coniured that we ſhall neuer ſee them. Wat doctor in a dumpe, tuſh helpe the prince, And thou ſhalt ſee how liberall he will prooue, Craue not ſuch actions, greater dumps than theſe, I will my lord ſtraine out my magicke ſpels, For this day comes the earle to Freſingfield, And fore that night ſhuts in the day with darke, Theile be betothed ech to other faſt: But come with me, wele to my ſtudie ſtraight, And in a glaſſe propectiue I will ſhew Whats done this day in mrry Freſingfield. Gramercies Bacon, I will quite thy paine. But ſend your traine my lord into the towne, My ſcholler ſhall go bring them to their Inne: Meane while weele ſee the knauerie of the earle. Warren leaue me and Ermsbie, take the foole, Let him be maiſter and go reuell it, Till I and Frier Bacon take a while. We will my lord. Faith Ned and Ile lord it out till thou comeſt, Ile be Prince of Wales ouer all the blacke pots in Oxford. Now frolick dard, welcome to my Cell, Heere tempers Frier Bacon many toies: And holds this place his conſiſtorie court, Wherin the diuels pleads homage to his words, Within this glaſle prpectiue thou ſhalt ſee This day whats done in merry Freſingfield, Twixt louely Peggie and the Lincolne earle. Frier thou gladſt me, nowſhall Edward trie, How Lacie meaneth to his ſoueraigne lord. Stand there and looke directly in the glaſſe, What ſees my lord.