Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.85 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Happily met, my Lady and my wife. That may be sir, when I may be a wife. That may be, must be Love, on Thursday next. What must be shall be. That's a certain text. Come you to make confession to this Father? To answer that, I should confess to you. Do not deny to him, that you Love me. I will confess to you that I Love him. So will ye, I am sure that you Love me. If I do so, it will be of more price, Benig spoke behind your back, then to your face. Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. The tears have got small victory by that: For it was bad enough before their spite. Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. That is no slander sir, which is a truth, And what I spoke, I spoke it to thy face. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it. It may be so, for it is not mine own. Are you at leisure, Holy Father now, Or shall I come to you at evening Mass? My leisure serves me pensive daughter now. My Lord you must entreat the time alone. Godsheild: I should disturb Devotion, Iuliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye, Till then adieu, and keep this holy kiss. O shut the door, and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me, past hope, past care, past help. O Iuliet, I already know thy grief, It streams me past the compass of my wits: I hear thou must and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this County. Tell me not Friar that thou hearest of this, Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: If in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise, And with ' his knife, I'll help it presently. God joined my heart, and Romeos, thou our hands, And ere this hand by thee to Romeo sealed: Shall be the Label to another Deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt, Turn to another, this shall slay them both: Therefore out of thy long expetien'st time, Give me some present counsel, or behold Twixt my extremes and me, this bloody knife Shall play the umpeere, arbitrating that, Which the commission of thy years and art, Can to no issue of true honour bring: Be not so long to speak, I long to die, If what thou speakest, speak not of remedy. Hold Daughter, I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution, As that is desperate which we would prevent. If rather than to marry County Paris Thou hast the strength of will to stay thyself, Then is it likely thou wilt undertake A thinglike death to chide away this shame, That coap'st with death himself, to scape fro it: And if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
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Happily met, my Lady and my wife. That may be ſir, when I may be a wife. That may be, muſt be Loue, on Thurſday next. What muſt be ſhall be. That's a certaine text. Come you to make confeſſion to this Father? To anſwere that, I ſhould confeſſe to you. Do not denie to him, that you Loue me. I will confeſſe to you that I Loue him. So will ye, I am ſure that you Loue me. If I do ſo, it will be of more price, Benig ſpoke behind your backe, then to your face. Poore ſoule, thy face is much abuſ'd with teares. The teares haue got ſmall victorie by that: For it was bad inough before their ſpight. Thou wrong'ſt it more then teares with that report. That is no ſlaunder ſir, which is a truth, And what I ſpake, I ſpake it to thy face. Thy face is mine, and thou haſt ſlaundred it. It may be ſo, for it is not mine owne. Are you at leiſure, Holy Father now, Or ſhall I come to you at euening Maſſe? My leiſure ſerues me penſiue daughter now. My Lord you muſt intreat the time alone. Godſheild: I ſhould diſturbe Deuotion, Iuliet, on Thurſday early will I rowſe yee, Till then adue, and keepe this holy kiſſe. O ſhut the doore, and when thou haſt done ſo, Come weepe with me, paſt hope, paſt care, paſt helpe. O Iuliet, I alreadie know thy griefe, It ſtreames me paſt the compaſſe of my wits: I heare thou muſt and nothing may prorogue it, On Thurſday next be married to this Countie. Tell me not Frier that thou heareſt of this, Vnleſſe thou tell me how I may preuent it: If in thy wiſedome, thou canſt giue no helpe, Do thou but call my reſolution wiſe, And with' his knife, Ile helpe it preſently. God ioyn'd my heart, and Romeos, thou our hands, And ere this hand by thee to Romeo ſeal'd: Shall be the Labell to another Deede, Or my true heart with trecherous reuolt, Turne to another, this ſhall ſlay them both: Therefore out of thy long expetien'ſt time, Giue me ſome preſent counſell, or behold Twixt my extreames and me, this bloody knife Shall play the vmpeere, arbitrating that, Which the commiſſion of thy yeares and art, Could to no iſſue of true honour bring: Be not ſo long to ſpeak, I long to die, If what thou ſpeak'ſt, ſpeake not of remedy. Hold Daughter, I doe ſpie a kind of hope, Which craues as deſperate an execution, As that is deſperate which we would preuent. If rather then to marrie Countie Paris Thou haſt the ſtrength of will to ſtay thy ſelfe, Then is it likely thou wilt vndertake A thinglike death to chide away this ſhame, That coap'ſt with death himſelfe, to ſcape fro it: And if thou dar'ſt, Ile giue thee remedie.