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 0.86 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
there's one went for the Friar an hour ago; Comes he not yet! 'sfoot if I do find knavery unde'rs cowl; ay! tickle him: i'll firk him; here here he's here, he's here. Good morrow friar, good morrow gentle Friar. Good morrow father Hildersham good morrow. Good morrow reverend Knights unto you both. Father, how now? you hear how matters go, I am undone, my Child is cast away, You did your best; at least I think the best, But we are all crossed, flatly all is dashed. Alas good knights, how might the matter be? Let me understand your grief for Charity. Who does not understand my griefs? alas alas! And yet ye do not, will the Church permit, A Nun in approbation of her habit, To be ravished. A holy woman, benedicite; now God forfend that any should presume to touch the sister of a holy house. Thesus deliver me. Why Millisent the daughter of this Knight, Is out of Cheshunt taken the last night. Was that fair maiden late become a Nun! Was she quotha? knavery, knavery, knavery; I smell it, I smell it i'faith; is the wind in that door? is it even so! dost thou ask me that now! It is the First time that I ere heard of it. That's very strange. Why tell me Friar; tell me, thou art counted a holy man, do not play the hypocrite with me, nor bear with me, I cannot dissemble; did I ought but by thy own consent? by thy allowance? nay further by thy warrant? Why Reverend knight? Unreverend Friar. Nay then give me leave sir to depart in quiet, I had hoped you had sent for me to some other end. Nay stay good Friar, if any thing hath happed, About this matter in thy Ioue to us; That thy strict order cannot justify, Admit it be so, we will cover it, Take no care man; disclaim me not yet thy counsel and advise, The wisest man that is may be o'erreached. Sir Arthur, by my order and my faith, I know not what you mean. By your order, and your faith? this is most strange of all: Why tell me Friar; are not you Confessor to my Son Francke? Yes that I am: And did not this good knight here and myself, Confess, with you being his ghostly Father, To deal with him about th'unbanded marriage, Betwixt him and that fair young Millisent? I never heard of any match intended. Did not we break our minds that very time, That our device of making her a Nun, was but a colour and a very plot, To put by young Mountchensey; be't not true? The more I strive to know what you should mean, the less I understand you. Did not you tell us still how Peter Fabell at length would cross us if we took not heed? I have heard of one that is a great magician, But he's about the University.
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Ther's one went for the Frier an hower agoe; Comes he not yet! s'foot if I do find knauery vnders cowle; i! tickle him: ile firke him; here here hee's here, hee's here. Good morrow Frier, good morrow gentle Frier. Good morrow father Hildersham good morrow. Good morrow reuerend Knights vnto you both. Father, how now? you heare how matters go, I am vndone, my Childe is cast away, You did your best; at least I thinke the best, But we are all crost, flately all is dasht. Alas good knights, how might the matter be? Let mee vnderstand your greefe for Charity. Who does not vnderstand my griefes? alas alas! And yet yee do not, will the Church permit, A Nun in approbation of her habit, To be rauished. A holy woman, benedicite; now God forfend that any should presume to touch the sister of a holy house. Thesus deliuer mee. Why Millisent the daughter of this Knight, Is out of Chesson taken the last night. Was that faire maiden late become a Nun! Was she quotha? knauery, knauery, knauery; I smell it, I smell it yfaith; is the wind in that dore? is it euen so! doost thou aske me that now! It is the First time that I ere heard of it. That's very strange. Why tell me Frier; tell mee, thou art counted a holy man, doe not play the hypocrite with me, nor beare with mee, I cannot dissemble; did I ought but by thy own consent? by thy allowance? nay further by thy warrant? Why Reuerend knight? Vnreuerend Frier. Nay then giue me leaue sir to depart in quiet, I had hopd you had sent for mee to some other end. Nay stay good Frier, if any thing hath hapd, About this matter in thy Ioue to vs; That thy strickt order cannot iustifie, Admit it be so, we will couer it, Take no care man; Disclay me not yet thy counsell and aduise, The wisest man that is may be orereacht. Sir Arthur, by my order and my faith, I know not what you meane. By your order, and your faith? this is most strange of all: Why tell mee Frier; are not you Confessor to my Son Francke? Yes that I am: And did not this good knight here and my selfe, Confesse, with you being his ghostly Father, To deale with him about th'unbanded marriage, Betwixt him and that faire young Millisent? I neuer heard of any match intended. Did not we breake our minds that very time, That our deuice of making her a Nun, was but a colour and a very plotte, To put by young Mountchensey; ist not true? The more I striue to know what you should meane, the lesse I vnderstand you. Did not you tell vs still how Peter Fabell at length would crosse vs if we tooke not heed? I haue heard of one that is a great magician, But hees about the Vniuersity.