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 0.77 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
What should it be that they so shriek abroad? O the people in the street cry Romeo. Some Iuliet, and some Paris, and all run With open outcry toward out Monument. What fear is this which startles in your ears? Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain, And Romeo dead, and Iuliet dead before, Warm and new killed. Search, Seek, and know how, this foul murder comes. Here is a Friar, and Slaughtered Romeos man, With Instruments upon them fit to open These dead men's Tombs. O heaven! O wife look how our Daughter bleeds! This Dagger hath mistaine, for lo his house Is empty on the back of Montague, And is misheathed in my Daughter's bosom. O me, this sight of death, is as a Bell That warns my old age to a Sepulchre. Come Montague, for thou art early up To see thy Son and Heir, now early down. Alas my liege, my wife is dead to night, Grief of my Son's exile hath stopped her breath: What further woe conspires against my age? Look: and thou shalt see. O thou untaught, what manners in is this, To press before thy Father to a grave? Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent, And then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death? mean time forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience, Bring forth the parties of suspicion. I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected as the time and place Doth make against me of this direful murder: And here I stand both to impeach and purge Myself condemned, and myself excused. Then say at once, what thou dost know in this? I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo there dead, was husband to that Iuliet, And she there dead, that's Romeos faithful wife: I married them; and their stolen marriage day Was Tybalts Doomsday: whose untimely death Banished the newmade Bridegroom from this City: For whom (and not for Tybalt) Iuliet pined. You, to remove that siege of Grief from her, Betrothed, and would have married her perforce To County Paris. Then comes she to me, And (with wild looks) bid me device some means To rid her from this second Marriage, Or in my Cell there would she kill herself. Then gave I her (so Tutored by my Art) A sleeping Potion, which so took effect As I intended, for it wrought on her The form of death. Mean time, I writ to Romeo, That he should hither come, as this dire night, To help to take her from her borrowed grave, Being the time the Potions force should cease. But he which bore my Letter, friar Iohn, Was stayed by accident; and yesternight
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What ſhould it be that they ſo ſhrike abroad? O the people in the ſtreete crie Romeo. Some Iuliet, and ſome Paris, and all runne With open outcry toward out Monument. What feare is this which ſtartles in your eares? Soueraigne, here lies the Countie Paris ſlaine, And Romeo dead, and Iuliet dead before, Warme and new kil'd. Search, Seeke, and know how, this foule murder comes. Here is a Frier, and Slaughter'd Romes man, With Inſtruments ypon them fit to open Theſe dead mens Tombes. O heauen! O wife looke how our Daughter bleedes! This Dagger hath miſtaine, for loe his houſe Is empty on the backe of Mountague, And is miſheathed in my Daughters boſome. O me, this ſight of death, is as a Bell That wanes my old age to a Sepulcher. Come Mountague, for thou art early vp To ſee thy Sonne and Heire, now early downe. Alas my liege, my wife is dead to night, Griefe of my Sonnes exile hath ſtopt her breath: What further woe conſpires againſt my age? Looke: and thou ſhalt ſee. O thou vntaught, what manners in is this, To preſſe before thy Father to a graue? Seale vp the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can cleare theſe ambiguities, And know their ſpring, their head, their true deſcent, And then will I be generall of your woes, And lead you euen to death? meane time forbeare, And let miſchance be ſlaue to patience, Bring forth the parties of ſuſpition. I am the greateſt, able to doe leaſt, Yet moſt ſuſpected as the time and place Doth make againſt me of this direfull murther: And heere I ſtand both to impeach and purge My ſelfe condemned, and my ſelfe excus'd. Then ſay at once, what thou doſt know in this? I will be briefe, for my ſhort date of breath Is not ſo long as is a tedious tale. Romeo there dead, was husband to that Iuliet, And ſhe there dead, that's Romeos faithfull wife: I married them; and their ſtolne marriage day Was Tybalts Doomeſday: whoſe vntimely death Baniſh'd the new-made Bridegroome from this Citie: For whom (and not for Tybalt) Iuliet pinde. You, to remoue that ſiege of Greefe from her, Betroth'd, and would haue married her perforce To Countie Paris. Then comes ſhe to me, And (with wilde lookes) bid me deuiſe ſome meanes To rid her from this ſecond Marriage, Or in my Cell there would ſhe kill her ſelfe. Then gaue I her (ſo Tutor'd by my Art) A ſleeping Potion, which ſo tooke effect As I intended, for it wrought on her The forme of death. Meane time, I writ to Romeo, That he ſhould hither come, as this dyre night, To helpe to take her from her borrowed graue, Being the time the Potions force ſhould ceaſe. But he which bore my Letter, Frier Iohn, Was ſtay'd by accident; and yeſternight