Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.85 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
signor Leonato, let the Friar advise you, And though you know my inwardness and love Is very much unto the prince and Claudio, Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this, As secretly and justly as your soul Should with your body. Being that I flow in grief, The smallest twine may lead me. 'tis well consented, presently away, For to strange sores, strangely they strain the cure, Come lady die to live, this wedding day Perhaps is but prolonged, have patience and endure. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while? Yea, and I will weep a while longer. I will not desire that. You have no reason, I do it freely. Surely I do believe your fair cousin is wronged. Ah, how much might the man deserve of me that would right her! Is there any way to show such friendship? A very even way, but no such friend. May a man do it? It is a man's office, but not yours. I do love nothing in the world so well as you, is not that strange? As strange as the thing I know not, it were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so well as you, but believe me not and yet I lie not, I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing I am sorry for my cousin. By my sword Beatrice, thou lovest me. Do not swear and eat it. I will swear by it that you love me, and I will make him eat it that says I love not you. Will you not eat your word? With no sauce that can be devised to it, I protest I love thee. Why then God forgive me. What offence sweet Beatrice? You have stayed me in a happy hour, I was about to protest I loved you. And do it with all thy heart. I love you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest. Come bid me do any thing for thee. Kill Claudio. Ha, not for the wide world. You kill me to deny it, farewell. Tarry sweet Beatrice. I am gone, though I am here, there is no love in you, nay I pray you let me go. Beatrice. In faith I will go. we'll be friends first. You dare easier be friends with me, than fight with mine enemy. Is Claudio thine enemy? Is a not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O that I were a man! what, bear her in hand: until they come to take hands and then with public accusation uncoverd slander, unmittigated rancour? O God that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market place. Hear me Beatrice. Talk with a man out at a window, a proper saying. Nay but Beatrice. Sweet Hero, she is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone. Beat?
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Signior Leonato, let the Frier aduise you, And though you know my inwardnesse and loue Is very much vnto the prince and Claudio, Yet, by mine honor, I will deale in this, As secretly and iustly as your soule Should with your body. Being that I flow in griefe, The smallest twine may leade me. Tis wel consented, presently away, For to strange sores, strangely they straine the cure, Come lady die to liue, this wedding day Perhaps is but prolong'd, haue patience and endure. Lady Beatrice, haue you wept al this while? Yea▪ and I will weep a while longer. I will not desire that. You haue no reason, I do it freely. Surely I do beleeue your faire consin is wronged. Ah, how much might the man deserue of me that would right her! Is there any way to shew such friendship? A very euen way, but no such friend. May a man do it? It is a mans office, but not yours. I doe loue nothing in the worlde so well as you, is not that strange? As strange as the thing I knowe not, it were as possible for me to say, I loued nothing so wel as you, but beleue me not and yet I lie not, I confesse nothing, nor I deny nothing I am sory for my coosin. By my sword Beatrice, thou louest me. Do not sweare and eate it. I will sweare by it that you loue me, and I wil make him eate it that sayes I loue not you. Will you not eate your word? With no sawce that can be deuised to it, I protest I loue thee. Why then God forgiue me. VVhat offence sweete Beatrice? You haue stayed me in a happy houre, I was about to protest I loued you. And do it with all thy heart. I loue you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest. Come bid me doe any thing for thee. Kill Claudio. Ha, not for the wide world. You kill me to deny it, farewell. Tarry sweete Beatrice. I am gone, though I am here, there is no loue in you, nay I pray you let me go. Beatrice. In faith I will go. VVeele be friends first. You dare easier be friends with mee, than fight with mine enemy. Is Claudio thine enemy? Is a not approoued in the height a villaine, that hath slaundered, scorned, dishonored my kinswoman? O that I were a man! what, beare her in hand: vntill they come to take handes and then with publike accusation vncouerd slaunder, vnmittigated rancour? O God that I were a man! I woulde eate his heart in the market place. Heare me Beatrice. Talke with a man out at a window, a proper saying. Nay but Beatrice. Sweete Hero, she is wrongd, she is slaundred, shee is vndone. Beat?