Anonymous · published 1608 · first performed or written 1602 [1599-1604] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 515 words
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First a mornings take your book The glass wherein yourself must look, Your young thoughts so proud and jolly Must be turned to motions holy: For your busk, attires and toys, Have your thoughts on heavenly joys: And for all your follies past, You must do penance, pray and fast. Let her take heed of fasting, and if ever she hurt herself with praying, I'll near trust beast. This goes hard by’r lady. You shall ring the sacring bell, Keep your hours and tell your knell, Rise at midnight to your matins. Read your Psalter, sing your latins, And when your blood shall kindle pleasure, Scourge yourself in plenteous measure. Worse and worse by Saint Mary. Sirrah Hal, how does she hold her countenance? well, go thy ways, if ever thou prove a Nun, I'll build an Abbey. She may be a Nun, but if ever she prove an Anchoress, I'll dig her grave with my nails. To her again mother. Hold thine own wench. You must read the morning's mass, You must creep unto the Cross. Put cold ashes on your head, Have a hair cloth for your bed. She had rather have a man in her bed. Bind your beads and tell your needs, Your holy aves and your Creeds, Holy maid this must be done, If you mean to live a Nun. The holy maid will be no Nun. Madam we have some business of import, And must be gone. willt please you take my wife into your closet, Who further will acquaint you with my mind, And so good madam for this time adieu. Well now Frank Clare, how sayest thou? to be brief, What wilt thou say for all this, if we two, Thy father and myself, can bring about, That we convert this Nun to be a wife, And thou the husband to this pretty Nun, How then my lad? ha Frank, it may be done. I now it works. O god sir, you amaze me at your words, Think with yourself sir what a thing it were, To cause a recluse to remove her vow, A maimed contrite, and repentant soul, Ever mortified with fasting and with prayer, Whose thoughts even as her eyes are fixed on heaven, To draw a virgin thus devoured with zeal, Back to the world! O impious deed Nor by the Canon Law can it be done, Without a dispensation from the Church: Besides she is so prone unto this life, As she'll even shriek to hear a husband named. I a poor innocent she, well, here's no knavery, he flouts the old fools to their teeth. Boy I am glad to hear Thou mak'st such scruple of that conscience, And in a man so young as is yourself, I promise you 'tis very seldom seen. But Frank this is a trick, a mere device, A sleight plotted betwixt her father and myself, To thrust Mounchensey's nose besides the cushion, That being thus debarred of all access, Time yet may work him from her thoughts, And give thee ample scope to thy desires.
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First a mornings take your booke The glasse wherein yourselfe must looke, Your young thoughts so proud and iolly Must be turnd to motions holy: For your buske, attires and toyes, Haue your thoughts on heauenly ioyes: And for all your follies past, You must do penance, pray and fast. Let her take heed of fasting, and if euer she hurt her selfe with praying, Ile nere trust beast. This goes hard berladye. You shall ring the sauing bell, Keepe your howers and tell your knell, Rise at midnight to your mattens. Read your Psalter, sing your latins, And when your blood shall kindle pleasure, Scourge your selfe in plenteous measure. Worse and worse by Saint Mary. Sirra Hal, how does she hold hir countenance? wel, goe thy wayes, if euer thou proue a Nun, Ile build an Abby. She may be a Nun, but if euer shee prooue an Anchoresse, Ile dig her graue with my nailes. To her againe mother. Hold thine owne wench. You must read the mornings masse, You must creepe vnto the Crosse. Put cold ashes on your head, Haue a haire cloth for your bed. She had rather haue a man in her bed. Bind your beads and tell your needes, Your holy Auies and your Creedes, Holy maide this must be done, Yf you meane to liue a Nun. The holy maide will be no Nun. Madam we haue some busines of import, And must be gone. Wilt please you take my wife into your closet, Who further will acquaint you with my mind, And so good madam for this time adiew. Well now Francke Clare, how saiest thou? to be breefe, What wilt thou say for all this, if we two, Thy father and my selfe, can bring about, That we conuert this Nun to be a wife, And thou the husband to this pretty Nun, How then my lad? ha Francke, it may be done. I now it workes. O god sir, you amaze mee at your words, Thinke with your selfe sir what a thing it were, To cause a recluse to remoue her vow, A maymed contrite, and repentant soule, Euer mortified with fasting and with prayer, Whose thoughts euen as hir eyes are fixd on heauen, To drawe a virgin thus deuour'd with zeale, Backe to the world! O impious deede Nor by the Canon Law can it be done, Without a dispensation from the Church: Besides she is so prone vnto this life, As sheele euen shreeke to heare a husband namde. I a poore innocent shee, well, heres no knauery, hee flowts the old fooles to their teeth. Boy I am glad to heare Thou mak'st such scruple of that conscience, And in a man so young as is your selfe, I promise you tis very seldome seene. But Franke this is a tricke, a meere deuise, A sleight plotted betwixt her father and my selfe, To thrust Mounchenseys nose besides the cushion, That being thus debard of all accesse, Time yet may worke him from her thoughts, And giue thee ample scope to thy desires.