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 0.84 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
All this amazement can I qualify, When after that the holy rites are ended, I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death, Mean time let wonder seem familiar, And to the chapel let us presently. Soft and fair Friar, which is Beatrice? I answer to that name, what is your will? Do not you love me? Why no, no more than reason. Why then your uncle, and the prince, and Claudio, Have been deceived, they swore you did. Do not you love me? Troth no, no more than reason. Why then my cousin Margaret and Ursula Are much deceived, for they did swear you did. They swore that you were almost sick for me. They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me. 'tis no such matter, than you do not love me. No truly, but in friendly recompense. Come cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman. And i'll besworne upon't, that he loves her, For here's a paper written in his hand, A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, Fashioned to Beatrice. And here's another, Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick. A miracle, here's our own hands against our hearts: come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told, you were in a consumption. Peace I will stop your mouth. How dost thou Benedick the married man? I'll tell thee what prince: a college of witte-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour, dost thou think I care for a Satire or an Epigram? no, if a man will be beaten with brains, a shall wear nothing handsome about him: in brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it, and therefore never flout at me, for what I have said against it: for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion: for thy part Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee, but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruisde, and love my cousin. I had well hoped thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelld thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer, which out of question thou wilt be, if my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Come, come, we are friends, let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives heels. we'll have dancing afterward. First, of my word, therefore play music, Prince, thou art sad, get thee a wife, get thee a wife, there is no staff more reverent than one tipped with horn. My Lord, your brother Iohn is ta'en in flight, And brought with armed men back to Messina. Think not on him till to morrow, i'll devise thee brave punishments for him: strike up Pipers.
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All this amazement can I qualifie, When after that the holy rites are ended, Ile tell you largely of faire Heroes death, Meane time let wonder seeme familiar, And to the chappell let vs presently. Soft and faire Frier, which is Beatrice? I answer to that name, what is your will? Do not you loue me? Why no, no more then reason. Why then your vncle, and the prince, and Claudio, Haue beene deceiued, they swore you did. Do not you loue me? Troth no, no more then reason. Why then my cosin Margaret and Vrsula Are much deceiu'd, for they did sweare you did. They swore that you were almost sicke for me. They swore that you were welnigh dead for me. Tis no such matter, then you do not loue me. No truly, but in friendly recompence. Come cosin, I am sure you loue the gentleman. And ile besworne vpon't, that he loues her, For heres a paper written in his hand, A halting sonnet of his owne pure braine, Fashioned to Beatrice. And heres another, Writ in my cosins hand, stolne from her pocket, Containing her affection vnto Benedicke. A miracle, heres our owne hands against our hearts: come, I will haue thee, but by this light I take thee for pittie. I would not denie you, but by this good day, I yeeld vpon great perswasion, and partly to saue your life, for I was told, you were in a consumption. Peace I will stop your mouth. How dost thou Benedicke the married man? Ile tel thee what prince: a colledge of witte-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour, dost thou think I care for a Satyre or an Epigramme? no, if a man will be beaten with braines, a shall weare nothing hansome about him: in briefe, since I doe purpose to marrie, I will think nothing to anie purpose that the world can saie against it, and therfore neuer flout at me, for what I haue said against it: for man is a giddie thing, and this is my conclusion: for thy part Claudio, I did thinke to haue beaten thee▪ but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, liue vnbruisde, and loue my cousen. I had wel hopte thou wouldst haue denied Beatrice, that I might haue cudgelld thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer, which out of question thou wilt be, if my coosin do not looke exceeding narrowly to thee. Come, come, we are friends, lets haue a dance ere we are maried, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wiues heeles. Weele haue dancing afterward. First, of my worde, therefore plaie musicke, Prince, thou art sad, get thee a wife, get thee a wife, there is no staffe more reuerent then one tipt with horne. My Lord, your brother Iohn is tane in flight, And brought with armed men backe to Messina. Thinke not on him till to morrow, ile deuise thee braue punishments for him: strike vp Pipers.