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 0.76 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Then handfast hand, and I will to my book, What sees my lord now. Bacon, I see the lovers hand in hand, The Friar ready with his portace there, To wed them both, then am I quite undone, Bacon help now, if ere thy magic served, Help Bacon, stop the marriage now, If devils or necromancy may suffice, And I will give thee forty thousand crowns. Fear not my lord, I'll stop the jolly Friar, For mumbling up his orisons this day. Why speak'st not Bungay, Friar to thy book. How lookest thou friar, as a man disttaught● To see if he will take this task in hand. Stay what rumour is this, the town is up in a mutiny, what hurly-burly is this? Nay masters if you were near so good, you shall before the doctors to answer your misdemeanour. What's the matter fellow? Marie sir, here's a company of rufflers that drinking in the Tavern have made a great brawl, and almost killed the vintner. Salue doctor Burden, this lubberly lurden, Ill shaped and ill faced, disdained and disgraced, What he tells unto vobis, mentitur de nobis. Who is the master and chief of this crew? Ecce asinum mundi, fugura rotundi, Neat sheet and fine, as brisk as a cup of wine. What are you? I am father doctor as a man would say, the Belwether of this company, these are my lords, and I the prince of Wales. Are you Edward the king's son? Sirrah Miles, bring hither the tapster that drew the wine, and I warrant when they see how sound I have broke his head, they'll say ttwas done by no less man than a prince. I cannot believe that this is the prince of Wales. And why so sir? For they say the prince is a brave & a wise gentleman. Why and thinkest thou doctor that he is not so? darest thou detract and deerogate from him, Being so lovely and so brave a youth. Whose face shining with many a sugared smile, Bewrays that he is bred of princely race. And yet master doctor, to speak like a proctor, And tell unto you, what is veriment and true, To cease of this quarrel, look but on his apparel, Then mark but my talis, he is great prince of Walis, The cheese of our gregis, and filius regis, Then ware what is done, for he is Henry's white son. Doctors whose doting nightcaps are not capable of my ingenious dignity, know that I am Edward Plantagenet, whom if you displease, will make a ship that shall hold all your colleges, and so carry away the Niniversitie with a fair wind, to the Bankside in Southwark, how sayest thou Ned Warraine, shall I not do it? Yes my good lord, and if it please your lordship, I will gather up all your old pantofles, and with the cork, make you a Pinnace of five hundred tun, that shall serve the turn marvelous well, my lord.
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Then hand-faſt hand, and I wil to my booke, What ſees my lord now. Bacon, I ſee the louers hand in hand, The Frier readie with his portace there, To wed them both, then am I quite vndone, Bacon helpe now, if ere thy magicke ſerude, Helpe Bacon, ſtop the marriage now, If diuels or nigromanſie may ſuffice, And I will giue thee fortie thouſand crownes. Feare not my lord, Ile ſtop the iolly Frier, For mumbling vp his oriſons this day. VVhy ſpeakſt not Bungay, Frier to thy booke. How lookeſt thou frier, as a man diſttaught To ſee if he will take this taske in hand. Stay what rumor is this, the towne is vp in a mutinie, what hurly burlie is this? Nay maiſters if you were nere ſo good, you ſhall before the doctors to aunſwer your miſdemeanour. Whats the matter fellow? Marie ſir, heres a companie of rufflers that drinking in the Tauerne haue made a great braule, and almoſt kilde the vintner. Salue doctor Burden, this lubberly lurden, Ill ſhapte and ill faced, diſdaind and diſgraced, What he tels vnto vbis, mentitur de nobis. Who is the maiſter and cheee of this crew? Ecce aſinum mundi, fugura rotundi, Neat ſheat and fine, as briske as a cup of wine. What are you? I am father doctor as a man would ſay, the Belwether of this copany, theſe are my lords, and I the prince of Wales. Are you Edward the kings ſonne? Sirra Miles, bring hither the tapſter that drue the wine, and I warrant when they ſee how ſoundly I haue broke his head, theile ſay twas done by no leſſe man than a prince. I cannot beleeue that this is the prince of Wales. And why ſo ſir? For they ſay the prince is a braue & a wiſe gentleman. Why and thinkeſt thou doctor that he is not ſo? Darſt thou detract and derogat from him, Being ſo louely and ſo braue a youth. Whoſe face ſhining with many a ſugred ſmile, Bewraies that he is bred of princely race. And yet maiſter doctor, to ſpeake like a proctor, And tell vnto you, what is veriment and true, To ceaſe of this quarrell, looke but on his apparrell, Then marke but my talis, he is great prince of Walis, The cheeſe of our gregis, and fili regis, Then ware what is done, for he is Henries white ſonne. Doctors whoſe doting nightcaps are not capable of my ingenious dignitie, know that I am Edward Plantagenet, whom if you diſpleaſe, will make a ſhippe that ſhall hold all your colleges, and ſo carrie away the Niniuerſitie with a fayre wind, to the Bankeſide in Southwarke, how ſayſt thou Ned Warraine, ſhall I not do it? Yes my good lord, and if it pleaſe your lordſhip, I wil gather vp al your old pantophles, and with the corke, make you a Pinnis of fiue hundred tunne, that ſhall ſerue the turne maruellous well, my lord.