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 0.72 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
We Castille ladies are not very coy, Your highnesle may command a greater boon, And glad were I to grace the Lincoln earl With being partner of his marriage day. Gramercy Nell for I do love the lord, As he that's second to myself in love. You love her, madam Nell, never believe him you though he swears he loves you. Why Ralph. Why his love is like unto a tapster's glass that is broken with every touch, for he loved the fair maid of Fresingfield once out of all ho, nay Ned never wink upon me, I care not I. Ralph tells all, you shall have a good secretary of him, But Lacie haste thee post to Fresingfield: For ere thou hast fitted all things for her state, The solemn marriage day will be at hand. I go my lord. How shall we pass this day my lord. To horse my lord, the day is passing fair, we'll fly the partridge or go rouse the dear, Fellow my lords, you shall not want for sport. What means the friar that frolicked it of late, To sit as melancholy in his cell: To sit as melancholy in his cell, As if he had neither lost nor won to day. Ah Bungay my Brazenhead is spold, My glory gone, my seven years study lost: The fame of Bacon bruited through the world, Shall end and perish with this deep disgrace. Bacon hath built foundation on his fame, So surely on the wings of true report, With acting strange and uncouth miracles, As this cannot infringe what he deserves. Bungay sit down, for by prospective skill, I find this day shall fall out ominous, Some deadly act shall tied me ere I sleep: But what and wherein little can I guess. My mind is heavy what so ere shall hap. who's that knocks. Two scholars that desires to speak with you. Bid the come in, Now my youths what would you have. Sir we are Suffolk men and neighbouring friends, Our fathers in their country's lusty squires, Their lands adjoin, in Crack mine doth dwell, And his in Laxfield, we are college mates, Sworn brothers as our father's lives as friends. To what end is all this. Hearing your worship kept within your cell A glass prospective wherein men might see, What so their thoughts or hearts desire could wish, We come to know how that our father's fare. My glass is free for every honest man, Sat down and you shall see ere long, How or in what state your friendly father lives, Mean while tell me your names. Mine Lambert. And mine Serlsbie. Bungay, I smell there will be a tragedy. Serlsby thou hast kept thine hour like a man, thou'rt worthy of the title of a squire: That durst for proof of thy affection, And for thy mistress favour prise thy blood, Thou know'st what words did pass at Fresingfield, Such shameless braves as manhood cannot brook: I for I scorn to bear such piercing taunts, Prepare thee Serlsbie one of us will die.
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We Caſtile ladies are not very coy, Your highneſle may command a greater boone, And glad were I to grace the Lincolne earle With being partner of his marriage day. Gramercie Nell for I do loue the lord, As he thats ſecond to my ſelfe in loue. You loue her, madam Nell, neuer beleeue him you though he ſweares he loues you. Why Raphe. Why his loue is like vnto a tapſters glaſſe that is broken with euery tutch, for he loued the faire maid of Freſingfield once out of all hoe, nay Ned neuer wincke vpon me, I care not I. Raphe tels all, you ſhall haue a good ſecretarie of him, But Lacie haſte thee poſt to Freſingfield: For ere thou haſt fitted all things for her ſtate, The ſolemne marriage day will be at hand. I go my lord. How ſhall we paſſe this day my lord. To horſe my lord, the day is paſsing faire, Weele flie the partridge or go rouſe the deere, Follow my lords, you ſhall not want for ſport. What meanes the frier that frolickt it of late, To ſit as melancholie in his cell: To ſit as melancholie in his cell, As if he had neither loſt nor wonne to day. Ah Bungay my Brazen-head is ſpold, My glorie gone, my ſeuen yeares ſtudie loſt: The fame of Bacon bruted through the world, Shall end and periſh with this deepe diſgrace. Bacon hath built foundation on his fame, So ſurely on the wings of true report, With acting ſtrange and vncoth miracles, As this cannot infringe what he deſerues. Bungay ſit down, for by proſpectiue skill, I find this day ſhall fall out ominous, Some deadly act ſhall tide me ere I ſleep: But what and wherein little can I geſſe. My minde is heauy what ſo ere ſhall hap. Whoſe that knockes. Two ſchollers that deſires to ſpeake with you. Bid the come in, Now my youths what would you aue. Sir we are Suffolke men and neighbouring friends, Our fathers in their countries luſtie ſquires, Their lands adioyne, in Crackfield mine doth dwell, And his in Laxfield, we are colledge mates, Sworne brothers as our fathers liues as friendes. To what end is ail this. Hearing your worſhip kept within your cell A glaſſe proſpectiue wherin men might ſee, What ſo their thoughts or hearts deſire could wiſh, We come to know how that our fathers fare. My glaſſe is free for euery honeſt man, Sit downe and you ſhall ſee ere long, How or in what ſtate your friendly father liues, Meane while tell me your names. Mine Lambert. And mine Serlsbie. Bungay, I ſmell there will be a tragedie. Serlsby thou haſt kept thine houre like a man, Th'art worthie of the title of a ſquire: That durſt for proofe of thy affection, And for thy miſtreſſe fauour prize thy bloud, Thou knowſt what words did paſſe at Freſingfield, Such ſhameleſſe braues as manhood cannot brooke: I for I skorne to beare ſuch piercing taunts, Prepare thee Serlsbie one of vs will die.