Greene, Robert · published 1630 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.82 · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
I know not what we did, a pox of all conjuring Friars. Now jolly friar tell us, is this the book that Burden is so careful to look on? It is, but Burden, tell me now, Thinkest thou that Bacon's necromantic skill Cannot perform his head and wall of brass, When he can fetch thine hostess in such post? I'll warrant you, Master, if Master Burden could conjure as well as you, he would have his book every night from Henley to study on at Oxford. Burden, what are you mated by this frolic friar? Look how he droops, his guilty conscience Drives him to bash and makes his hostess blush. Well Mistress for I will not have you missed, You shall to Henley to cheer up your guests Fore supper 'gin. Burden, bid her adieu, Say farewell to your hostess 'fore she goes, Sirrah away, and set her safe at home. Master Burden, when shall we see you at Henley? The Devil take thee and Henley too. Master, shall I make a good motion? What's that? marry sir, now that my hostess is gone to provide supper, conjure another spirit, and send Doctor Burden flying after. Thus Rulers of our Academic State, You have seen the friar frame his Art by proof: And as the College called Brazen-nose, Is under him, and he the Master there: So surely shall this head of brass be framed, And yield forth strange and uncouth Aphorisms: And Hell and Hecate shall fail the friar, But I will circle England round with brass. So be it, & nunc & semper, Amen. By my troth, Marg'ret, here's a weather is able to make a man call his father whoreson, if this wether hold, we shall have hay good chape, and butter and cheese at Harlston will bear no price. Thomas, maids when they come to see the fair Count not to make a cope for dearth of hay, When we have turned our butter to the salt, And set our cheese upon the racks. Then let our father's prize it as they please, We Country sluts of merry Fressingfield, Come to buy needless naughts to make us fine, And look that young men should be frank this day, And court us with such fairings as they can. Phoebus is blithe and, frolic, looks from heaven, As when he courted lovely Semele: Swearing the Pedlars shall have empty packs, If that fair weather may make chapmen buy. But lovely Peggy Semele is dead, And therefore Phoebus from his Palace pries, And seeing such a sweet and seemly saint, Shows all his glory for to court yourself. This is a fairing gentle sir indeed, To soothe me up with such smooth flattery, But learn of me, your scoff's to broad before: Well Joan, our beauties must abide their jests, We serve the turn in jolly Fressingfield.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 259–310 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 33 in this edition
Length
479 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T15 — Friars and holy orders in plotcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.816 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T19 · seed 44: T20 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I know not what we did, a poxe of all coniuring Fryers. Now iolly Fryer tell vs, is this the booke that Burden is ſo carefull to looke on? It is, but Burden, tell me now, Thinkeſt thou that Bacons Nicromanticke skill Cannot performe his head and wall of braſſe, When he can fetch thine hoſteſſe in ſuch poſte? Ile warrant you, Maſter, if Maſter Burden could coniure as well as you, he would haue his booke euery night from Henly to ſtudy on at Oxford. Burden, what are you mated by this frolicke Fryer? Looke how he droops, his guilty conſcience Driues him to baſh and makes his hoſteſſe bluſh. Well Miſtris for I will not haue you miſt, You ſhall to Henly to cheere vp your gueſts Fore ſupper ginne. Burden, bid her adew, Say farewell to your hoſteſſe fore ſhe goes, Sirra away, and ſet her ſafe at home. Maſter Burden, when ſhall we ſee you at Henly? The Deuill take thee and Henly too. Maſter, ſhall I make a good motion? Whats that? Mary ſir, now that my hoſteſſe is gone to prouide ſupper, coniure another ſpirit, and ſend Doctor Burden flying after. Thus Rulers of our Academicke State, You haue ſeene the Fryer frame his Art by proofe: And as the Colledge called Brazen-noſe, Is vnder him, and the Maſter there: So ſurely ſhall this head of braſſe be fram'd, And yeeld forth ſtrange and vncoth Aphoriſmes: And Hell and Heccate ſhall faile the Fryer, But I will circle England round with braſſe. So be it, & nunc & ſemper, Amen. By my troth, Margret, here's a wether is able to make a man call his father whorſon, if this wether hold, we ſhall haue hay good chape, and butter and cheeſe at Harlſton will beare no price. Thomas, maids when they come to ſee the faire Count not to make a cope for dearth of hay, When we haue turn'd our butter to the ſalt, And ſet our cheeſe vpon the rackes. Then let our fathers priſe it as they pleaſe, We Countrie ſluts of merry Freſingfield, Come to buy needleſſe noughts to make vs fine, And looke that young-men ſhould be francke this day, And court vs with ſuch fairings as they can. Phoebus is blithe and, frolicke, lookes from heauen, As when he courted louely Semele: Swearing the Pedlers ſhall haue empty packs, If that faire weather may make chapmen buy. But louely Peggy Semele is dead, And therefore Phoebus from his Palace pries, And ſeeing ſuch a ſweet and ſeemely ſaint, Shewes all his glory for to court your ſelfe. This is a fairing gentle ſir indeed, To ſooth me vp with ſuch ſmooth flatterie, But learne of me, your ſcoffe's to broad before: Well Ione, our beauties muſt abide their ieſts, We ſerue the turne in iolly Freſingfield.