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 0.82 · 539 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Come hither man, I see that thou are poor, Hold, there is forty Ducats, let me have A dram of poison, such soon speeding gear, As will disperse itself through all the veins, That the life-wearie-taker may fall dead, And that the Trunk may be discharged of breath, As violently, as hasty powder fired Doth hurry from the fatal Canon's womb. Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law Is death to any he, that utters them. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, And fearest to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, Need and opression starueth in thy eyes, Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back: The world is not thy friend, not the world's law: The world affords no law to make thee rich. Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. My poverty, but not my will consents. I pray thy poverty, and not thy will. Put this in any liquid thing you will And drink it off, and if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you strait. There's thy Gold, Worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Then these poor compounds that thou mayest not sell. I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none, Farewell, buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come Cordial, and not poison, go with me To Iuliets grave, for there must I use thee. Holy Franciscan Friar, Brother, ho? This same should be the voice of friar Iohn. Welcome from Mantua, what says Romeo? Or if his mind be writ, give me his Letter. Going to find a barefoot Brother out, One of our order to associate me, Here in this City visiting the sick, And finding him, the Searchers of the Town Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Sealed up the doors, and would not let us forth, So that my speed to Mantua there was stayed. Who bore my Letter then to Romeo? I could not send it, here it is again, Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, So fearful were they of infection. Unhappy Fortune: by my Brotherhood The Letter was not nice, but full of charge, Of dear import, and the neglecting it May do much danger: Friar Iohn go hence, Get me an Iron Crow, and bring it strait Unto my Cell. Brother I'll go and bring it thee. Now must I to the Monument alone, Within this three hours will fair Iuliet wake, She will be shrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents: But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my Cell till Romeo come, Poor living Coarse, closed in a dead man's Tomb, Give me thy Torch Boy, hence and stand aloft, Yet put it out, for I would not be seen: Under yond young Trees lay thee all along, Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground, So shall no foot upon the Churchyard tread, Being lose, vnfirme with digging up of Graves, But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, As signal that thou hearest some thing approach, Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
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Come hither man, I ſee that thou are poore, Hold, there is fortie Duckets, let me haue A dram of poyſon, ſuch ſoone ſpeeding geare, As will diſperſe it ſelfe through all the veines, That the life-wearie-taker may fall dead, And that the Trunke may be diſcharg'd of breath, As violently, as haſtie powder fier'd Doth hurry from the fatall Canons wombe. Such mortall drugs I haue, but Mantuas law Is death to any he, that vtters them. Art thou ſo bare and full of wretchedneſſe, And fear'ſt to die? Famine is in thy cheekes, Need and opreſſion ſtarueth in thy eyes, Contempt and beggery hangs vpon thy backe: The world is not thy friend, not the worlds law: The world affords no law to make thee rich. Then be not poore, but breake it, and take this. My pouerty, but not my will conſents. I pray thy pouerty, and not thy will. Put this in any liquid thing you will And drinke it off, and if you had the ſtrength Of twenty men, it would diſpatch you ſtraight. There's thy Gold, Worſe poyſon to mens ſoules, Doing more murther in this loathſome world, Then theſe poore compounds that thou maieſt not ſell. I ſell thee poyſon, thou haſt ſold me none, Farewell, buy food, and get thy ſelfe in fleſh. Come Cordiall, and not poyſon, go with me To Iuliets graue, for there muſt I vſe thee. Holy Franciſcan Frier, Brother, ho? This ſame ſhould be the voice of Frier Iohn. Welcome from Mantua, what ſayes Romeo? Or if his mind be writ, giue me his Letter. Going to find a bare-foote Brother out, One of our order to aſſociate me, Here in this Citie viſiting the ſick, And finding him, the Searchers of the Towne Suſpecting that we both were in a houſe Where the infectious peſtilence did raigne, Seal'd vp the doores, and would not let vs forth, So that my ſpeed to Mantua there was ſtaid. Who bare my Letter then to Romeo? I could not ſend it, here it is againe, Nor get a meſſenger to bring it thee, So fearefull were they of infection. Vnhappie Fortune: by my Brotherhood The Letter was not nice, but full of charge, Of deare import, and the neglecting it May do much danger: Frier Iohn go hence, Get me an Iron Crow, and bring it ſtraight Vnto my Cell. Brother Ile go and bring it thee. Now muſt I to the Monument alone, Within this three houres will faire Iuliet wake, Shee will be ſhrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of theſe accidents: But I will write againe to Mantua, And keepe her at my Cell till Romeo come, Poore liuing Coarſe, clos'd in a dead mans Tombe, Giue me thy Torch Boy, hence and ſtand aloft, Yet put it out, for I would not be ſeene: Vnder yond young Trees lay thee all along, Holding thy eare cloſe to the hollow ground, So ſhall no foot vpon the Churchyard tread, Being looſe, vnfirme with digging vp of Graues, But thou ſhalt heare it: whiſtle then to me, As ſignall that thou heareſt ſome thing approach, Giue me thoſe flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.