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 0.87 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Well he may chance to do some good on her, A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. See where she comes from shrift With merry look. How now my headstrong, Where have you been gadding? Where I have learned me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition: To you and your behests, and am enjoined By holy Laurence, to fall prostrate here, To beg your pardon: pardon I beseech you, Henceforward I am ever ruled by you. Send for the County, go tell him of this, I'll have this knot knit up to morrow morning. I met the youthful Lord at Laurence Cell, And gave him what becomed Love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Why I am glad on't, this is well, stand up, This is as't should be, let me see the County: I marry go I say, and fetch him hither. Now afore God, this reuerened holy Friar, All our whole City is much bound to him. Nurse will you go with me into my Closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments, As you think fit to furnish me to morrow? No not till Thursday, there's time enough. Go Nurse, go with her, we'll to Church to morrow. We shall be short in our provision, 'Tis now near night. Tush, I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee wife: Go thou to Iuliet, help to deckeup her, I'll not to bed to night, let me alone: I'll play the huswife for this once. What ho? They are all forth, well I will walk myself To County Paris, to prepare him up Against to morrow, my heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward Girl is so reclaimed. I those attires are best, but gentle Nurse I pray thee leave me to myself to night: For I have need of many Orisons, To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which well thou knowst, is cross and full of sin. What are you busy ho? need you my help? No Madam, we have culled such necessaries As are behooveful for our state to morrow: So please you, let me now be left alone; And let the Nurse this night sit up with you, For I am sure, you have your hands full all, In this so sudden business. Good-night. Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need. Farewell: God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of fire: I'll call them back again to comfort me. Nurse, what should she do here? My dismal Scene, I needs must act alone: Come Vial, what if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married then to morrow morning? No, no, this shall forbid it. Lie thou there, What if it be a poison which the Friar Subtly hath ministered to have me dead,
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Well he may chance to do ſome good on her, A peeuiſh ſelfe-wild harlotry it is. See where ſhe comes from ſhrift With merrie looke. How now my headſtrong, Where haue you bin gadding? Where I haue learnt me to repent the ſin Of diſobedient oppoſition: To you and your beheſts, and am enioyn'd By holy Lawrence, to fall proſtrate here, To beg your pardon: pardon I beſeech you, Henceforward I am euer rul'd by you. Send for the Countie, goe tell him of this, Ile haue this knot knit vp to morrow morning. I met the youthfull Lord at Lawrence Cell, And gaue him what becomed Loue I might, Not ſtepping ore the bounds of modeſtie. Why I am glad on't, this is well, ſtand vp, This is as't ſhould be, let me ſee the County: I marrie go I ſay, and fetch him hither. Now afore God, this reueren'd holy Frier, All our whole Cittie is much bound to him. Nurſe will you goe with me into my Cloſet, To helpe me ſort ſuch needfull ornaments, As you thinke fit to furniſh me to morrow? No not till Thurſday, there's time inough. Go Nurſe, go with her, Weele to Church to morrow. We ſhall be ſhort in our prouiſion, 'Tis now neere night. Tuſh, I will ſtirre about, And all things ſhall be well, I warrant thee wife: Go thou to Iuliet, helpe to deckevp her, Ile not to bed to night, let me alone: Ile play the huſwife for this once. What ho? They are all forth, well I will walke my ſelfe To Countie Paris, to prepare him vp Againſt to morrow, my heart is wondrous light, Since this ſame way-ward Gyrle is ſo reclaim'd. I thoſe attires are beſt, but gentle Nurſe I pray thee leaue me to my ſelfe to night: For I haue need of many Oryſons, To moue the heauens to ſmile vpon my ſtate, Which well thou know'ſt, is croſſe and full of ſin. What are you buſie ho? need you my help? No Madam, we haue cul'd ſuch neceſſaries As are behoouefull for our ſtate to morrow: So pleaſe you, let me now be left alone; And let the Nurſe this night ſit vp with you, For I am ſure, you haue your hands full all, In this ſo ſudden buſineſſe. Goodnight. Get thee to bed and reſt, for thou haſt need. Farewell: God knowes when we ſhall meete againe. I haue a faint cold feare thrills through my veines, That almoſt freezes vp the heate of fire: Ile call them backe againe to comfort me. Nurſe, what ſhould ſhe do here? My diſmall Sceane, I needs muſt act alone: Come Viall, what if this mixture do not worke at all? Shall I be married then to morrow morning? No, no, this ſhall forbid it. Lie thou there, What if it be a poyſon which the Frier Subtilly hath miniſtred to haue me dead,