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 0.77 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
I see the keepers lovely lass appear, As bright-sun as the paramour of Mars, Only attended by a jolly friar. Sat still and keep the crystal in your eye, But tell me friar Bungay is it true, That this fair courteous country swain, Who says his father is a farmer nigh, Can be lord Lacie earl of Lincolnshire. Peggy 'tis true, 'tis Lacie for my life, Or else mine art and cunning both doth fail: Left by prince Edward to procure his loves, For he in green that holp you run your cheese, Is son to Henry and the prince of Wales. Be what he will his lure is but for lust. But did lord Lacie like poor Margaret, Or would he deign to wed a country lass, Friar, I would his humble handmaid be, And for great wealth, quite him with courtesy. Why Margaret dost thou love him. His parsonage like the pride ofvaunting Troy, Might well avouch to shadow Helen's cape: His wits quick and ready in conceit, As Greece afforded in her chiefest prime Courteous, ah Friar full of pleasing smiles, Trust me I love too much to tell thee more, Suffice to me he is England's paramour. Hath not each eye that viewed thy pleasing face, Surnamed thee fair maid of Fresingfield. Yes Bungay, and would God the lovely Earl Had that in esse, thatso many sought. Fear not, the Friar will not be behind, To show his cunning to entangle love. I think the Friar courts the bonny wench, Bacon, me thinks he is a lusty churl. Now look my lord. Gog's wounds Bacon here comes Lacie. Sat still my lord and mark the comedy. here's Lacie, Margaret step aside awhile. Daphne the damsel, that caught Phoebus fast, And locked him in the brightness of her looks, Was not so beauteous in Apollo's eyes, As is fair Margaret to the Lincoln earl, Recant thee Lacie thou art put in trust, Edward thy sovereign's son hath chosen thee A secret friend to court her for himself: And darest thou wrong thy Prince with treachery. Lacie, love makes no acception of a friend, Nor deems it of a Prince, but as a man: Honour bids thee control him in his lust, His wooing is not for to wed the girl, But to entrap her and beguile the lass: Lacie thou lovest, then brook not such abuse, But wed her, and abide thy Prince's frown: For better die, then see her live disgraced. Come Friar I will shake him from his dumps, How cheer you sir, a penny for your thought: Your early up, pray God it be the near, What come from Beckles in a morn so soon. Thus watchful are such men as live in love, Whose eyes brook broken slumbers for their sleep, I tell thee Peggy since last Harlston fair, My mind hath felt a heap of passions. A trusty man that court it for your friend, Woe you still for the courtier all in green. I marvel that he sues not for himself.
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I ſee the keepers louely laſſe appeare, As bright-ſunne as the parramour of Mars, Onely attended by a iolly frier. Sit ſtill and keepe the chriſtall in your eye, But tell me frier Bungay is it true, That this faire courtious countrie ſwaine, Who ſaies his father is a farmer nie, Can be lord Lacie earle of Lincolnſhire. Peggie tis true, tis Lacie for my life, Or elſe mine art and cunning both doth faile: Left by prince Edward to procure his loues, For he in greene that holpe you runne your cheeſe, Is ſonne to Henry and the prince of Wales. Be what he will his lure is but for luſt. But did lord Lacie like poore Margret, Or would he daine to wed a countrie laſſe, Frier, I would his humble handmayd be, And for great wealth, quite him with courteſie. Why Margret doeſt thou loue him. His perſonage like the pride ofvaunting Troy, Might well auouch to ſhadow Hellens cape: His witis quicke and readie in conceit, As Greece affoorded in her chiefeſt prime Courteous, ah Frier full of pleaſing ſmiles, Truſt me I loue too much to tell thee more, Suffice to me he is Englands parramour. Hath not ech eye that viewd thy pleaſing face, Surnamed thee faire maid of Freſingfield. Yes Bungay, and would God the loely Earle Had that in eſſe, thatſo many ſought. Feare not, the Frier will not be behind, To ſhew his cunning to entangle loue. I thinke the Frier courts the bonny wench, Bacon, me thinkes he is a luſtie churle. Now looke my lord. Gogs wounds Bacon heere comes Lacie. Sit ſtill my lord and marke the commedie. Heeres Lacie, Margret ſtep aſide awhile. Daphne the damſell, that caught Phaebus faſt, And lockt him in the brightneſſe of her lookes, Was not ſo beautious in Appollos eyes, As is fre Margret to the Lincolne earle, Recant thee Lacie thou art put in truſt, Edward thy ſoueraignes ſonne hath choſen thee A ſecret friend to court her for himſelfe: And dareſt thou wrong thy Prince with trecherie. Lacie, loue makes no acception of a friend, Nor deemes it of a Prince, but as a man: Honour bids thee controll him in his luſt, His wooing is not for to wed the girle, But to intrap her and beguile the laſſe: Lacie thou loueſt, then brooke not ſuch abuſe, But wed her, and abide thy Princes frowne: For better die, then ſee her liue diſgracde. Come Frier I will ſhake him from his dumpes, How cheere you ſir, a penie for your thought: Your early vp, pray God it be the neere, What come from Beckles in a morne ſo ſoone. Thus watchfull are ſuch men as liue in loue, Whoſe eyes brooke broken ſlumbers for their ſleepe, I tell thee Peggie ſince laſt Harlſton faire, My mind hath felt a heape of paſsions. A truſtie man that court it for your friend, Woo you ſtill for the courtier all in greene. I maruell that he ſues not for himſelfe.