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 0.65 · 482 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.
Lacie shall die as Traitor to his Lord. I have deserved it, Edward, act it well. What hopes the Prince to gain by Lacy's death? To end the loves twixt him and Margaret. Why, thinks King Henry's son that Margret's love Hangs in th' uncertain balance of proud Time, That death shall make a discord of our thoughts? No, stab the Earl, and 'fore the morning Sun Shall vaunt him thrice over the lofty East, Marg'ret will meet her Lacy in the heavens. If ought betides to lovely Marg'ret, That wrongs or wrings her honour from content, Europe's rich wealth, nor England's Monarchy, Should not allure Lacy to overlive. Then Edward, short my life, and end her loves. Rid me, and keep a friend worth many loves. Nay, Edward, keep a love worth many friends. And if thy mind be such as fame hath blazed, Then Princely Edward, let us both abide The fatal resolution of thy rage, Banish thou fancy, and embrace revenge, And in one tomb knit both our carcases, Whose hearts were linked in one perfect love, Edward, art thou that famous Prince of Wales, Who at Damasco beat the Sarazens, And brought'st home triumph on thy Lances point? And shall thy plumes be pulled by Venus down? Is't princely to dissever lover's loves? Leave, Ned, and make a virtue of this fault, And further Peg and Lacy in their loves; So in subduing fancy's passion, Conquering thyself, thou get'st the richest spoil. Lacy, rise up. Fair Peggie, here's my hand, The Prince of Wales hath conquered all his thoughts, And all his loves he yields unto the Earl. Lacy, enjoy the maid of Fressingfield, Make her thy Lincoln Countess at the Church. And Ned, as he is true Plantagenet, Will give her to thee frankly for thy wife. Humbly I take her of my Sovereign, As if that Edward gave me England's right, And riched me with the Albion Diadem. And doth the English Prince mean true? Will he vouchsafe to cease his former loves, And yield the title of a Country maid, Unto Lord Lacy? I will, fair Peggie, as I am true Lord. Then Lordly Sir, whose conquest is as great, In conquering love, as Caesar's victories, Marg'ret as mild and humble in her thoughts, As was Aspasia unto Cyrus' self, Yields thanks, and next Lord Lacy, doth enshrine Edward the second secret in her heart. Gramercy, Peggie, now that vows are past, And that your loves are not to be revolt: Once, Lacy, friends again, come, we will post To Oxford: for this day the King is there, And brings for Edward Castile Eleanor. Peggie, I must go see and view my wife; I pray God I like her as I loved thee. Beside, Lord Lincoln, we shall hear dispute, Twixt friar Bacon, and learned Vandermast, Peggy, we'll leave you for a week or two.
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Position
nodes 886–948 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 33 in this edition
Length
482 words · 681 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T15 — Friars and holy orders in plotcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.652 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Lacie ſhall die as Traitor to his Lord. I haue deſerued it, Edward, act it well. What hopes the Prince to gaine by Lacies death? To end the loues 'twixt him and Margaret. Why, thinks King Henries ſon that Margrets loue Hangs in th' vncertaine ballance of proud Time, That death ſhall make a diſcord of our thoughts? No, ſtab the Earle, and 'fore the morning Sun Shall vaunt him thrice ouer the lofty Eaſt, Margret will meet her Lacy in the heauens. If ought betides to louely Margret, That wrongs or wrings her honour from content, Europes rich wealth, nor Englands Monarchie, Should not allure Lacy to ouer-liue. Then Edward, ſhort my life, and end her loues. Rid me, and keepe a friend worth many loues. Nay, Edward, keepe a loue worth many friends. And if thy mind be ſuch as fame hath blaz'd, Then Princely Edward, let vs both abide The fatall reſolution of thy rage, Baniſh thou fancie, and imbrace reuenge, And in one toombe knit both our carkaſes, Whoſe hearts were linked in one perfect loue, Edward, art thou that famous Prince of Wales, Who at Damaſco beat the Sarazens, And broughtſt home triumph on thy Lances point? And ſhall thy plumes be puld by Ʋenus downe? Is't princely to diſſeuer Louers loues? Leaue, Ned, and make a vertue of this fault, And further Peg and Lacy in their loues; So in ſubduing fancies paſſion, Conquering thy ſelfe, thou get'ſt the richeſt ſpoile. Lacy, riſe vp. Faire Peggis, here's my hand, The Prince of Wales hath conquered all his thoughts, And all his loues he yeelds vnto the Earle. Lacy, enioy the maid of Freſingfield, Make her thy Lincolne Counteſſe at the Church. And Ned, as he is true Plantagenet, Will giue her to thee frankly for thy wife. Humbly I take her of my Soueraigne, As if that Edward gaue me Englands right, And rich't me with the Albion Diadem. And doth the Engliſh Prince meane true? Will he vouchſafe to ceaſe his former loues, And yeeld the title of a Country maid, Vnto Lord Lacy? I will, faire Peggie, as I am true Lord. Then Lordly Sir, whoſe conqueſt is as great, In conquering loue, as Caſars victories, Margret as milde and humble in her thoughts, As was Aſpatia vnto Cyrus ſelfe, Yeelds thanks, and next Lord Lacy, doth inſhrine Edward the ſecond ſecret in her heart. Gramercy, Peggie, now that vowes are paſt, And that your loues are not to be reuolt: Once, Lacy, friends againe, come, we will poaſt To Oxford: for this day the King is there, And brings for Edward Caſtile Ellinor. Peggie, I muſt goe ſee and view my wife; I pray God I like her as I loued thee. Beſide, Lord Lincolne, we ſhall heare diſpute, Twixt Fryer Bacon, and learned Vandermaſt, Peggy, we'le leaue you for a weeke or two.