Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
God pardon sin: wast thou with Rosaline? With Rosaline, my ghostly Father? No, I have forgot that name, and that names woe. That's my good Son, but where hast thou been then? I'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again: I have been feasting with mine enemy, Where on a sudden one hath wounded me, That's by me wounded: both our remedies Within thy help and holy physic lies: I bear no hatred, blessed man: for lo My intercession likewise steads my foe. Be plain good Son, rest homely in thy drift, Riddling confession, finds but riddling shrift. Then plainly know my hearts dear Love is set, On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all combined, save what thou must combine By holy marriage: when and where, and how, We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow: I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us to day. Holy S. Francis, what a change is here? Is Rosaline that thou didst Love so dear So soon forsaken? young men's Love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Iesu Maria, what a deal of brine Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline? How much salt water thrown away in waist, To season Love that of it doth not taste. The Sun not yet thy sighs, from heaven clears, Thy old groans yet ringing in my ancient ears: Lo here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit, Of an old tear that is not washed off yet. If ere thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, Thou and these woes, were all for Rosaline. And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then, Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. Thou chidest me oft for loving Rosaline. For doting not for loving pupil mine. And badst me bury Love.. Not in a grave, To lay one in, another out to have. I pray thee chide me not, her I Love now Doth grace for grace, and Love for Love allow: The other did not so. O she knew well, Thy Love did read by rote, that could not spell: But come young waverer, come go with me, In one respect, I'll thy assistant be: For this alliance may so happy prove, To turn your household rancour to pure Love.. O let us hence, I stand on sudden haste. Wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast. Where the deu'le should this Romeo be? came he not home to night? Not to his Fathers, I spoke with his man. Why that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Tibalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a Letter to his Father's house. A challenge on my life. Romeo will answer it. Any man that can write, may answer a Letter. Nay, he will answer the Letters Master how he dares, being dared.
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God pardon ſin: waſt thou with Roſaline? With Roſaline, my ghoſtly Father? No, I haue forgot that name, and that names woe. That's my good Son, but wher haſt thou bin then? Ile tell thee ere thou aske it me agen: I haue beene feaſting with mine enemie, Where on a ſdden one hath wounded me, That's by me wounded: both our remedies Within thy helpe and holy phiſicke lies: I beare no hatred, bleſſed man: for loe My interceſſion likewiſe ſteads my foe. Be plaine good Son, reſt homely in thy drift, Ridling confeſſion, findes but ridling ſhrift. Then plainly know my hearts deare Loue is ſet, On the faire daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, ſo hers is ſet on mine; And all combin'd, ſaue what thou muſt combine By holy marriage: when and where, and how, We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow: Ile tell thee as we paſſe, but this I pray, That thou conſent to marrie vs to day. Holy S. Francis, what a change is heere? Is Roſaline that thou didſt Loue ſo deare So ſoone forſaken? young mens Loue then lies Not truely in their hearts, but in their eyes. Ieſu Maria, what a deale of brine Hath waſht thy ſallow cheekes for Roſaline? How much ſalt water throwne away in waſt, To ſeaſon Loue that of it doth not taſt. The Sun not yet thy ſighes, from heauen cleares, Thy old grones yet ringing in my auncient eares: Lo here vpon thy cheeke the ſtaine doth ſit, Of an old teare that is not waſht off yet. If ere thou waſt thy ſelfe, and theſe woes thine, Thou and theſe woes, were all for Roſaline. And art thou chang'd? pronounce this ſentence then, Women may fall, when there's no ſtrength in men. Thou chid'ſt me oft for louing Roſaline. For doting not for louing pupill mine. And bad'ſt me bury Loue. Not in a graue, To lay one in, another out to haue. I pray thee chide me not, her I Loue now Doth grace for grace, and Loue for Loue allow: The other did not ſo. O ſhe knew well, Thy Loue did read by rote, that could not ſpell: But come young wauerer, come goe with me, In one reſpect, Ile thy aſſiſtant be: For this alliance may ſo happy proue, To turne your houſhould rancor to pure Loue. O let vs hence, I ſtand on ſudden haſt. Wiſely and ſlow, they ſtumble that run faſt. Where the deule ſhould this Romeo be? came he not home to night? Not to his Fathers, I ſpoke with his man. Why that ſame pale hard-harted wench, that Roſaline torments him ſo, that he will ſure run mad. Tibalt, the kinſman to old Capulet, hath ſent a Letter to his Fathers houſe. A challenge on my life. Romeo will anſwere it. Any man that can write, may anſwere a Letter. Nay, he will anſwere the Letters Maiſter how he dares, being dared.