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 0.69 · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Whence Peggy comes this Metamorphosis, What shorn a Nun, and I have from the co urt, Posted with coursers to convey thee hence, To Windsor, where our Marriage shallbe kept, Thy wedding robes are in the tailor's hands, Come Peggy leave these peremptory vows. Did not my lord resign his interest, And make divorce twixt Margaret and him? TTwas but to try sweet Peggy's constancy, But will fair Margaret leave her love and Lord? Is not heavens joy before earth's fading bliss, And life above sweeter than life in love, Why then Margaret will be shorn a Nun, Margaret hath made a vow which may not be revoked. We cannot stay my Lord, and if she be so strict, Our leisure grants us not to woe a fresh. Choose you fair damsel, yet the choice is yours, Either a solemn Nunnery, or the court, God, or Lord Lacie, weich contents you best, To be a Nun, or else Lord Lacy's wife. A good motion, Peggy your answer must be short. The flesh is frail, my Lord doth know it well, That when he comes with his enchanting face, What so ere betide I cannot say him nay, Off goes the habit of a maiden's heart, And seeing Fortune will, fair Framingham, And all the show of holy Nun's farewell, Lacie for me, if he willbe my lord. Peggy thy Lord, thy love, thy husband, Trust me, by truth of knighthood, that the King Stays for to marry matchless Elinor, Until I bring thee richly to the court, That one day may both marry her and thee, How sayst thou Keeper art thou glad of this? As if the English King had given The park and decree of Frisingfield to me. I pray thee my Lord of Sussex why art thou in a brown study? To see the nature of women, that be they never so near God, yet they love to die in a man's arms. What have you fit for breakfast? we have hied and posted all this night to Frisingfield. Butter and cheese and humbls of a Deer, Such as poor Keepers have within their lodge. And not a bottle of wine? we'll find one for my Lord. Come Sussex lets in, we shall have more, for she speaks least, to hold her promise sure. How restless are the ghosts of hellish spirits, When every charmer with his Magic spells Calls us from ninefold trenched Blegiton, To scud and over-scoure the earth in post, Upon the speedy wings of swiftest winds, Now Bacon hath raised me from the darkest deep, To search about the world for Miles his man, For Miles, and to torment his lazy bones, For careless watchidg of his Brazen head, See where he comes, Oh he is mine.
seed 43: T19 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Whence Peggie comes this Metamorphoſis, What ſhorne a Nun, and I haue from the co urt, Poſted with courſers to conuaie thee hence, To Windſore, where our Mariage ſhalbe kept, Thy wedding robes are in the tailors hands, Come Peggy leaue theſe peremptorie vowes. Did not my lord reſigne his intereſt, And make diuorce twixt Margret and him Twas but to try ſweete Peggies conſtancie, But will faire Margret leaue her loue and Lord? Is not heauens ioy before earths fading bliſſe, And life aboue ſweeter than life in loue, Why then Margret will be ſhorne a Nun, Margret hath made a vow which may not be reuokt. We cannot ſtay my Lord, and if ſhe be ſo ſtrict, Our leiſure graunts vs not to woo a freſh. Chooſe you faire damſell, yet the choiſe is yours, Either a ſolemne Nunnerie, or the court, God, or Lord Lacie, weich contents you beſt, To be a Nun, or els Lord Lacies wife. A good motion, Peggie your anſwere muſt be ſhort. The fleſh is frayle, my Lord doth know it well, That when he comes with his inchanting face, What ſo er betyde I cannot ſay him nay, Off goes the habite of a maidens heart, And ſeeing Fortune will, faire Fremingham, And all the ſhew of holy Nuns farewell, Lacie for m, if he wilbe my lord. Peggie thy Lord, thy loue, thy husband, Truſt me, by truth of knighthood, that the King Staies for to marry matchles Ellinour, Vntil I bring thee richly to the court, That one day may both marry her and thee, How ſaiſt thou Keeper art thou glad of this? As if the Engliſh King had giuen The parke and decre of Friſingfield to me. I pray thee my Lord of Suſſex why art thou in a broune ſtudy? To ſee the nature of women, that be they neuer ſo neare God, yet they loue to die in a mans armes. What haue you fit for breakefaſt? we haue hied and poſted all this night to Friſingfield. Butter and cheeſe and humbls of a Deere, Such as poore Keepers haue within their lodge. And not a bottle of wine? Weele find one for my Lord. Come Suſſex lets in, we ſhall haue more, for ſhe ſpeaks leaſt, to hold her promiſe ſure. How reſtles are the ghoſts of helliſh ſpirites, When euerie charmer with his Magick ſpels Cals vs from nine-fold trenched Blegiton, To ſcud and ouer-ſcoure the earth in poſt, Vpon the ſpeedie wings of ſwifteſt winds, Now Bacon hath raiſd m from the darkeſt deepe, To ſearch about the world for Miles his man, For Miles, and to torment his laſie bones, For careles watchidg of his Braſen head, See where he comes, Oh he is mine.