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 0.63 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Lovely and once beloved of my lord, No marvel if his eye was lodged so low, when brighter 〈◊〉 is not in the he Heavens, The Lincoln earl hath sent you letters here, And with them, just an hundred pounds in gold, Sweet bonny wench read them and make reply. The scrolls that Ioue sent Danae Wrapped in rich closures of fine burnished gold, Were not more welcome than these lines to me. Tell me whilst that I do unrip the seals, lives Lacie well, how fares my lovely Lord? Well, if that wealth may make men to live well. THe blooms of the Almond tree grow in a night, and vanish in a mome, the flies Hamere (fair Peggy) take life with the Sun, and die with the dew, fancy that slippeth in with a gaze, goeth out with a wink; and too timely loves, have ever the shortest length. I writ this as thy grief, and my folly, who at Frisingfield loud that which time hath taught me to be but mean dainties, eyes are dissen●blers, and fancy is but queasy, therefore know Margaret, I have chosen a Spanish Lady to be my wife, chief weighting woman to the Princess Elinor, a Lady faire, and no less fair than thyself, honourable and wealthy, in that I forsake thee I leave thee to thine own liking, and for thy dowry I have sent thee an hundred pounds, and ever assure thee of my favour, which shall avail thee and thine much. Farewell. Fond Ate doomer of bad boding fates, That wraps proud Fortune in thy snaky locks, Didst thou enchant my birthday with such stars, As lightened mischief from their infancy, If heavens had vowed, if●tars had made decree, To show on me their froward influence, If Lacy had but loud, heavens hell and all, Can not have wronged the patience of my mind. It grieves me damsel, but the Earl is forced To love the Lady, by the King's command. The wealth combined within the English shelves, Europe's commander nor the English King, Should not have moved the love of Peggy from her Lord. What answer shall I return to my Lord? First for thou camest from Lacie whom I loud, Ah give me leave to sigh at every thought, Take thou my friend the hundred pound he sent, For Margret's resolution craves no dower, The world shallbe to her as vanity, Wealth trash, love hate, pleasure despair, For I will strait to stately Framingham, And in the abbey there be shorn a Nun And yield my loves and liberty to God, Fellow I give thee this, not for the news, For those be hateful unto Margaret, But for thart Lacy's man once Margret's love. What I have heard what passions I have seen I'll make report of them unto the Earl. Say that she joys his fancies be at rest, And prays that his misfortune may be hers. Miles where are you? Here sir. How chance you tarry so long?
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Louely and once blod of my lord, No meruale if his ey was odg ſo low, when brighr is not n the he aens, The Lincolne earle hath ent you letters here, And with them, iuſt an hundrd pounds in gold, Sweete bonny wnch read them and make reply. The ſcrowles that Ioue ſent Danae Wrapt in rich cloſures of fine burniſht gold, Were not more welcome than theſe lines to me. Tell me whilſt that I doe vnrip the ſeales, Liues Lacie well, how fares my louely Lord? Well, if that wealth may make men to liue well. THe bloomes of the Almond tree grow in a night, and vaniſh in a mome, the flies Hamere (faire Peggie) take life with the Sun, and die with the dew, fancie that ſlippeth in with a gaſe, goeth out with a winke; and too timely loues, haue euer the ſhorteſt length. I write this as thy grefe, and my folly, who at Friſingfield lovd that which time hath taught me to be but meane dainties, eyes are diſſenblers, and fancie is but queaſie, therefore know Margret, I haue choſen a Spaniſh Lade to be my wife, cheefe waighting woman to the Priceſſ Ellinour, a Lady ſaire, and no leſſe faire thn thy ſelfe, honorble and wealthy, in that I forſake thee I leaue thee to thine own liking and for thy dowre I haue ſent thee an hundred pounds, and euer aſſur thee of my fauour, which ſhall auaile thee and thine much. Farewell. Fond Atae doomer of bad boading fates, That wrappes proud Fortune in thy ſnaky locks, Didſt thou inchaunt my byrth-day with ſuch ſtars, As lightned miſcheefe from their infancie, If heauens had vowd, iftars had made decree, To ſhew on me their froward influence, If Lcie had but lovd, heauens hell and all, Could not haue wrongd the ptience of my minde. It grieues me damſell, but the Ear is forſt To loue the Lady, by the Kings commaund. The wealth combinde within the Engliſh ſhelues, Europes commaunder no the Engliſh King, Should not haue moude the loue of Peggie from her Lord. What anſwere ſhall I returne to my Lord? Firſt for thou camſt from Lacie whom I lovd, Ah giue me leaue to ſigh at euery thought, Take thou my freind the hundred pound he ſent, For Margrets reſolution craues no dower, The world ſhalbe to her as vanitie, Wealth traſh, loue hate, pleaſure diſpaire, For I will ſtraight to ſtately Fremingham, And in the abby there be ſhorne a Nun And yeld my loues and libertie to God, Fellow I giue thee this, not for the newes, For thoſe be hatefull vnto Margret, But for thart Lacies man once Margrets loue. What I haue heard what paſsions I haue ſeene Ile make report of them vnto the Earle. Say that ſhe ioyes his fancies be at reſt, And praies that his misfortune may be hers. Miles where are you? Here ſir. How chaunce you tarry ſo long?