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 0.80 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Well, I am glad that all things sorts so well. And so am I, being else by faith enforced To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. Well daughter, and you gentlewomen all, Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves, And when I send for you come hither masked: The Prince and Claudio promised by this hour To visit me, you know your office brother, You must be father to your brother's daughter, And give her to young Claudio. Which I will do with confirmed countenance. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. To do what signor? To bind me, or undo me, one of them: signor Leonato, truth it is good signor, Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. That eye my daughter lent her, 'tis most true. And I do with an eye of love requite her. The sight whereof I think you had from me, From Claudio and the Prince, but what's your will? Your answer sir is enigmatical, But for my will, my will is, your good will May stand with ours, this day to be conjoined, In the state of honourable marriage, In which (good Friar) I shall desire your help. My heart is with your liking. And my help. Hear comes the Prince and Claudio. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Good morrow Prince, good morrow Claudio: We here attend you, are you yet determined, To day to marry with my brother's daughter? I'll hold my mind were she an Ethiope. Call her forth brother, here's the Friar ready. Good morrow Bened, why what's the matter? That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness. I think he thinks upon the savage bull: Tush fear not man we'll tip thy horns with gold, And all Europa shall rejoice at thee, As once Europa did at lusty jove, When he would play the noble beast in love. Bull Ioue sir had an amiable low, And some such strange bull leapt your father's cow, And got a calf in that same noble feat, Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. For this I own you: here comes other reckonings. Which is the Lady I must seize upon? This same is she, and I do give you her. Why then she's mine, sweet, let me see your face. No that you shall not till you take her hand, Before this Friar, and swear to marry her. Give me your hand before this holy Friar, I am your husband if you like of me. And when I lived I was your other wife, And when you loved, you were my other husband. Another Hero. Nothing certainer. One Hero died defiled, but I do live, And surely as I live, I am a maid. The former Hero, Hero that is dead. She died my Lord, but whiles her slander lived.
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Wel, I am glad that all things sorts so well. And so am I, being else by faith enforst To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. Well daughter, and you gentlewomen all, Withdraw into a chamber by your selues, And when I send for you come hither masked: The Prince and Claudio promisde by this howre To visite me, you know your office brother, You must be father to your brothers daughter, And giue her to young Claudio. Which I will doe with confirmd countenance. Frier, I must intreate your paines, I thinke. To doe what Signior? To bind me, or vndo me, one of them: Signior Leonato, truth it is good Signior, Your niece regards me with an eye of fauour. That eye my daughter lent her, tis most true. And I do with an eye of loue requite her. The sight whereof I thinke you had from me, From Claudio and the Prince, but whats your will? Your answere sir is enigmaticall, But for my wil, my will is, your good will May stand with ours, this day to be conioynd, In the state of honorable marriage, In which (good Frier) I shal desire your help. My heart is with your liking. And my helpe. Heere comes the Prince and Claudio. Good morrow to this faire assembly. Good morrow Prince, good morrow Claudio: We heere attend you, are you yet determined, To day to marry with my brothers daughter? Ile hold my mind were she an Ethiope. Call her foorth brother, heres the Frier ready. Good morrow Bened▪ why whats the matter? That you haue such a Februarie face, So full of frost, of storme, and clowdinesse. I thinke he thinkes vpon the sauage bull: Tush feare not man weele tip thy hornes with gold, And all Europa shall reioyce at thee, As once Europa did at lustie loue, When he would play the noble beast in loue. Bull Ioue sir had an amiable lowe, And some such strange bull leapt your fathers cowe, And got a calfe in that same noble feate, Much like to you, for you haue iust his bleate. For this I owe you: here comes other recknings. Which is the Lady I must seize vpon? This same is she, and I do giue you her. Why then shees mine, sweet, let me see your face. No that you shall not till you take her hand, Before this Frier, and sweare to marry hir. Giue me your hand before this holy Frier, I am your husband if you like of me. And when I liu'd I was your other wife, And when you loued, you were my other husband. Another Hero. Nothing certainer. One Hero died defilde, but I do liue, And surely as I liue, I am a maide. The former Hero, Hero that is dead. She died my Lord, but whiles her slaunder liu'd.