Anonymous · published 1608 · first performed or written 1602 [1599-1604] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.79 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
A plague on you both for a couple of Jews. How now Frank, what say you to that? Let me alone, I warrant thee: Sir assured that this motion doth proceed, From your most kind and fatherly affection, I do dispose my liking to your pleasure, But for it is a matter of such moment As holy marriage, I must crave thus much, To have some conference with my ghostly father, Friar Hildersham here by, at Waltham abbey, To be absolved of things that it is fit None only but my confessor should know. With all my heart, he is a reverend man, and tomorrow morning we will meet all at the Abbey, whereby th'opinion of that reverend man we will proceed, I like it passing well: Till then we part, boy I think of it, farewell: A parent's care no mortal tongue can tell. Holy young Novice I have told you now, My full intent, and do refer the rest To your professed secrecy and care: And see, Our serious speech hath stolen upon the way, That we are come unto the Abbey gate, Because I know Mountchensey is a fox, That craftily doth overlook my doings, I'll not be seen, not I; Tush I have done; I had a daughter, but she's now a Nun: Farewell dear son, farewell. Fare you well, I you have done, Your daughter sir, shall not be long a Nun! O my rare Tutor, never mortal brain, Plotted out such a mass of policy; And my dear bosom is so great with laughter, Begot by his simplicity and error My soul is fallen in labour with her joy O my true friends Frank Ierningham and Clare, Did you now know but how this jest takes fire, That good sir Arthur thinking me a novice, Hath even poured himself into my bosom; O you would vent your spleens with tickling mirth. But Raymond peace, and have an eye about, For fear perhaps some of the Nuns look out. Peace and charity within, Never touched with deadly sin: I cast my holy water poor, On this wall and on this door, That from evil shall defend, And keep you from the ugly fiend: Evil spirit by night nor day, Shall approach or come this way; Elf nor Fairy by this grace, Day nor night shall haunt this place. Who's that which knocks? ha, who's there? Gentle Nun here is a Friar. A Friar without, now Christ us save, Holy man, what wouldst thou have? Holy maid I hither come, From Friar and father Hildersham. By the favour and the grace Of the Prioress of this place: Amongst you all to visit one, That's come for approbation, Before she was as now you are, The daughter of Sir Arthur Clare: But since she now became a Nun, Called Milliscent of Edmonton. Holy man, repose you there, This news I'll to our abbess bear: To tell what a man is sent, And your message and intent. Benedicite. Benedicite.
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A plague on you both for a couple of Iewes. How now Franke, what say you to that? Let me alone, I warrant thee: Sir aslurde that this motion doth proceede, From your most kinde and fatherly affection, I do dispose my liking to your pleasure, But for it is a matter of such moment As holy marriage, I must craue thus much, To haue some conference with my ghostly father, Frier Hildersham here by, at Waltham Abby, To be absolude of things that it is fit None only but my confessor should know. With all my heart, he is a reuerend man, and to morrow morning wee will meet all at the Abby, whereby th'opnion of that reuerend man Wee will proceede, I like it passing well: Till then we part, boy I thinke of it, farewell: A parents care no mortall tongue can tell. Holy yong Nouice I haue told you now, My full intent, and doe refer the rest To your professed secrecy and care: And see, Our serious speech hath stolne vpon the way, That we are come vnto the Abby gate, Because I know Mountchensey is a foxe, That craftily doth ouerlooke my doings, Ile not be seene, not I; Tush I haue done; I had a daughter, but shee's now a Nun: Farewell deere sonne, farewell. Fare you well, I you haue done, Your daughter sir, shall not be long a Nun! O my rare Tutor, neuer mortall braine, Plotted out such a masse of policie; And my deere bosome is so great with laughter, Begot by his simplicity and error My soule is fallen in labour with her ioy O my true friends Franke Ierningham and Clare, Did you now know but how this iest takes fire, That good sir Arthur thinking me a nouice, Hath euen powrd himselfe into my bosome; O you would vent your spleenes with tickling mirth. But Raymond peace, and haue an eye about, For feare perhaps some of the Nuns looke out. Peace and charity within, Neuer touch't with deadly sin: I cast my holy water poore, On this wall and on this doore, That from euill shall defend, And keepe you from the vgly fiend: Euill spirit by night nor day, Shall approach or come this way; Elfe nor Fary by this grace, Day nor night shall haunt this place. Who's that which knocks? ha, who's there? Gentle Nun here is a Frier. A Frier without, now Christ vs saue, Holy man, what wouldst thou haue? Holy mayde I hither come, From Frier and father Hildersome. By the fauour and the grace Of the Prioresse of this place: Amongst you all to visit one, That's come for approbation, Before she was as now you are, The daughter of Sir Arthur Clare: But since she now became a Nun, Call'd Milliscent of Edmunton. Holy man, repose you there, This newes Ile to our Abbas beare: To tell what a man is sent, And your message and intent. Benedicite. Benedicite.