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 0.66 · 447 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.
Let pass the Country wealth, as flocks and kine, And lands that wave with Ceres' golden sheaves, Filling my barns with plenty of the fields: But, Peggie, if thou wed thyself to me, Thou shalt have garments of embroidered silk, Lawns, and rich networks for thy head attire, Costly shall be thy fair habiliments, If thou wilt be but Lambert's loving wife. Content you, Gentles, you have proffered fair, And more than fits a Country maids degree: But give me leave to counsel me a time, For fancy blooms not at the first assault; Give me but ten days' respite, and I will reply, Which or to whom myself affectionates. Lambert, I tell thee, thou art importunate, Such beauty fits not such a base Esquire: It is for Serlsby to have Marg'ret. Thinkst thou with wealth to overreach me, Serlsby? I scorn to brook thy Country braves. I dare thee, Coward, to maintain this wrong, At dint of Rapier single in the field I'll answer Lambert what I have avouched. Marg'ret, farewell, another time shall serve. I'll follow. Peggie, farewell to thyself, Listen how well I'll answer for thy love. How Fortune tempers lucky haps with frowns, And wrongs me with the sweets of my delight! Love is my bliss, and love is now my bale. Shall I be Helen in my forward fates, As I am Helen in my matchless hue, And set rich Suffolk with my face afire? If lovely Lacy were but with his Peggie, The cloudy darkness of his bitter frown Would check the pride of these aspiring Squires, Before the term of ten days be expired, whenas they look for answer of their loves, My Lord will come to merry Fressingfield, And end their fancies, and their follies both; Till when, Peggie be blithe and of good cheer. Fair lovely Damsel, which way leads this path? How might I post me unto Fressingfield? Which footpath leadeth to the keeper's Lodge? Your way is ready, and this path is right, myself do dwell hereby in Fressingfield; And if the Keeper be the man you seek, I am his daughter: may I know the cause? Lovely and once beloved of my Lord, No marvel if his eye was lodged so low, When brighter beauty is not in the 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 love sent Danaë, 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 scales, Lives Lacy well, how fares my lovely Lord?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1280–1336 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 33 in this edition
Length
447 words · 607 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T15 — Friars and holy orders in plotcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.664 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T19 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Let paſſe the Country wealth, as flocks and kine, And lands that waue with Ceres golden ſheaues, Filling my barnes with plenty of the fields: But, Peggie, if thou wed thy ſelfe to me, Thou ſhalt haue garments of imbrodred ſilke, Lawnes, and rich net-works for thy head attire, Coſtly ſhall be thy faire habilliments, If thou wilt be but Lamberts louing wife. Content you, Gentles, you haue proffered faire, And more then fits a Country maids degree: But giue me leaue to counſaile me a time, For fancie bloomes not at the firſt aſſault; Giue me but ten dayes reſpit, and I will reply, Which or to whom my ſelfe affectionates. Lambert, I tell thee, thou art importunate, Such beauty fits not ſuch a baſe Eſquire: It is for Serlsby to haue Margret. Thinkſt thou with wealth to ouer-reach me, Serlsby? I ſcorne to brooke thy Country braues. I dare thee, Coward, to maintaine this wrong, At dint of Rapier ſingle in the field Ile anſwere Lambert what I haue auoucht. Margret, farewell, another time ſhall ſerue. Ile follow. Peggie, farewell to thy ſelfe, Liſten how well Ile anſwer for thy loue. How Fortune tempers lucky happes with frownes, And wrongs me with the ſweets of my delight! Loue is my bliſſe, and loue is now my bale. Shall I be Hellen in my forward fates, As I am Hellen in my matchleſſe hue, And ſet rich Suffolke with my face a fire? If louely Lacy were but with his Peggie, The cloudy darkeneſſe of his bitter frowne Would checke the pride of theſe aſpiring Squires, Before the terme of ten dayes be expired, When as they looke for anſwer of their loues, My Lord will come to merry Freſingfield, And end their fancies, and their follies both; Till when, Peggie be blithe and of good cheere. Faire louely Damſell, which way leads this path? How might I poaſt me vnto Freſingfield? Which footpath leadeth to the Keepers Lodge? Your way is ready, and this path is right, My ſelfe doe dwell hereby in Freſingfield; And if the Keeper be the man you ſeeke, I am his daughter: may I know the cauſe? Louely and once beloued of my Lord, No maruell if his eye was lodg'd ſo low, When brighter beauty is not in the heauens, The Lincolne Earle hath ſent you Letters here, And with them, iuſt an hundred pounds in gold. Sweet bonny wench, read them, and make reply. The ſcrowles that loue ſent Danaë, Wrapt in rich cloſures of fine burniſht gold, Were not more welcome then theſe lines to me. Tell me, whilſt that I doe vnrip the ſcales, Liues Lacy well, how fares my louely Lord?