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 0.62 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Brave neighbouring squires the stay of Suffolk's clime, A Keeper's daughters is too base in gree To match with men accounted of such worth, But might I notdisplease I would reply, Say Peggy nought shall make us discontent. Then gentiles note that love hath little stay, Nor can the flames that Venus sets on fire, Be kindled but by fancy's motion, Then pardon gentiles, if a maid's reply Be doubtful, while I have debated with myself, Who or of whom love shall constrain me like, Let it be me and trust me Margaret, The meads environed with the silver streams, Whose Batling pastures fatneth all my flocks, Yielding forth fleeces stapled with such wool, As Lempster cannot yield more finer stuff And forty kine with fair and burnished heads, With strutting dugs that paggle to the ground, Shall serve thy dairy if thou wed with me. Let pass the country wealth as flocks and kine, And lands that wave with Ceres' golden sheves filling my barns with plenty of the fields, But peggy if thou wed thyself to me, Thou shalt have garments of Embroidered silk, Lawns and rich networks for thy head attire Costlie shallbe thy fare habiliments, If thou wilt be but Lambert's loving wife. Content you gentles you have proffered fair, And more than fits a country maids degree, But give me leave to counsel me a time, For fancy blooms not at the first assault, Give me but ten days respite and I will reply, Which or to whom myself affectionats. Lambert I tell thee thou art importunate, Such beauty fits not such a base esquire It is for Serlsby to have Margaret. Thinkest thou with wealth to over reach me Serlsby, I scorn to brook thy country braves I dare thee Coward to maintain this wrong, At dint of rapier single in the field. I'll answer Lambert what I have avoucht Margaret farewell, another time shall serve. I'll follow Peggy farewell to thyself, Listen how well i'll answer for thy love. How Fortune tempers lucky haps with frowns, And wrongs me with the sweets of my delight, Love is my bliss, and love is now my bale, Shall I be Helen in my forward fates, As I am Helen in my matchless And set rich Suffolk with my face afire, If lovely Lacie were but with his Peggy, The cloudy darkness of his bitter ●rowne Would check the pride of these aspiring squires, Before the term of ten days be expired, When as they look for answer of their loves, My Lord will come to merry Frisingfield, And end their fancies, and their follies both, Till when Peggy be blith and of good cheer. Fair lovely damsel which way leads this path, How might I post mevn●o Frisingfield, which foot-path leadeth to the keepers lodge? Your way is ready and this path is right, Myself do dwell hereby in Frisingfield, And if the keeper be the man you seek, I am his daughter may 〈...〉 the cause?
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Braue neighbouring ſquires the ſtay of Suffolks clie, A Keepers daughters is too baſe in gree To match with men accoumpted of ſuch worth, But might I notdiſpleaſe I would reply, Say Peggy nought ſhall make vs diſcontent. Then gentils note that loue hath little ſtay, Nor can the flames that Venus ſets on fire, Be kindled but by fancies motion, Then pardon gentils, if a maids reply Be doubtful, while I haue debated with my ſelfe, Who or of whom loue ſhall conſtraine me like, Let it be me and truſt me Margret, The meads inuironed with the ſiluer ſtreames, Whoſe Batling paſtures fatneth all my flockes, Yelding forth fleeces ſtapled with ſuch woole, As Lempſter cannot yelde more finer ſtuffe And fortie kine with faire and burniſht heads, With ſtrouting duggs that paggle to the ground, Shall ſerue thy dary if thou wed with me. Let paſſe the countrie wealth as flocks and kine, And lands that waue with Ceres golden ſheues filling my barnes with plentie of the fieldes, But peggie if thou wed thy ſelfe to me, Thou ſhalt haue garments of Imbrodred ſilke, Lawnes and rich networks for thy head attyre Coſtlie ſhalbe thy fare abiliments, If thou wilt be but Lamberts louing wife. Content you gentles you haue profered faire And more than fits a countrie maids degree, But giue me leaue to counſaile me a time, For fancie bloomes not at the firſt aſſault, Giue me but ten dayes reſpite and I will replye, Which or to whom my ſelfe affectionats. Lambert I tell thee thou art importunate, Such beautie fits not ſuch a baſe eſquire It is for Serlsby to haue Margret. Thinkſt thou with wealth to ouer reach me Serlsby, I ſcorne to brooke thy country braues I dare thee Coward to maintaine this wrong, At dint of rapier ſingle in the field. Ile aunſwee Lambrt what I haue auoucht Margret farewel, another time ſhall ſerue. Ile follow Peggie farwell to thy ſelfe, Liſten how well le anſwer for thy loe. How Fort tempes lucky happes with frowns, And wrongs me wih the ſweets of my delight, Loue is my bliſe, and loue is now my bale, Shall I be Hellen in my forward fates, As I am Hellen in my machles he And ſet rich Suolke with my face afire, If louely Lacie were but with hi Peggy, The cloudie darckeneſe of his bitter rowne Would chk the pride of theſe aſpiring ſquires, Before the tee of ten dayes be expired, When as they looke for aſwere of their loues, My Lord will come to merry Fiſingfield, And end their fancies, and their follies both, Til when Peggie be bth and of good cheere. Fair louely damſell which way leads this path, How might I poſt mevno Friſingfield, which footpath leadeth to the keepers lodge? You way is eady and this path is right, My ſelfe do dwe herby in Friſingfield, And if the keeper be the an you ſeeke, I am his daughter may the cauſe?