If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 35 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.84 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
My soul was sunk too low, to look more high, Forgiveness heaven.— alarums. The whips of furies lash me: the foe comes on. And we will meet him, dare confusion, And the worlds mixed poisons, there is a hand That fights for Kings, and under that we'll stand. Whither runs this Friar? To save my wretched life, From th'insolent soldier, threatening the City's spoil. Of what house art thou? Of father Clement's Order, The Capuchins' Subprior: a quick messenger fetched me to be rich Bartervile's confessor, who lies a dying. A ! He does, but I Have come thus far, with so much jeopardy. That could I safely get the keys shore, Nor the priory would I see more. For charity's sake, direct me, and defend me. To help distressed men, religion binds me, Shouldst thou in this hot broils, be met abroad, It will be judged you leave your Priory, Carrying gold and silver with you. 'las I have none. But friar if you be thus taken, your life is gone, Here, here, cast off thy habit, better that lie Ith' Streets than thou poor wretch; wear mine, & away Strike down that lane. Thanks master, for your lives i'll pray. This Bohor shall disguise me, whither wilt thou fly. I'll shift I warrant: hast thou toth' Priory. If we near meet again, (best friend) farewell. Not meet, yes, I hope, you must not thus cheat hell. I will not trust this fellow: toth' Priory, no: Bartervile's Confessor: if to betray Thou findst the churl apt, leave him, if not, there stay, The downfall of that Prince, is quick and steep. Who has no heart to leave, nor power to keep, Make the door sure the house is round beset. Beset! Put up: fear nothing: Armies should they enter, Cannot here find you. How shall we escape? Send for your trunks and jewels, i'll ship you this night mean time, this unknown way, leads to a cellar, where a world cannot fetch you forth: In, In, if danger pursue you, in a dry-fat I'll pack you hence. Zounds into the dungeon? So to Sardini: Your cloaks and your gilt rapiers down, down, down. How soon meets Babels-pride, confusion? What nest of birds are these new-killed with fear? fowl cannot last long sweet, therefore kept there sergeants. In my cold cellar; stay, house beset? what sees? Such as strike dead the heart, yet give no blows. This— foutra for 'em: proclamations Lurchall, 6000. crowns are his, can these betray, Soon earned, we'll share fetch, the Calabrian hither, They are here say: dam 'em. You shall be damned together. where's that devote sick man desires to take Leave off this world? Deus hic to all now here. Now Domine Friar; what I to you confess You are bound by oath to keep. I aver no less. Keep then this close, I am no Turk, not I, But Bartervile disguised in policy. Are you the Sickman.
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My soule was sunck too low, to looke more hye, Forgiuenes heauen.—Allarums. The whippes of furies lash mee: the foe comes on. And we will meete him, dare confusion, And the worlds mixed poisons, there is a hand That fights for Kings, and vnder that weele stand. Whither runnes this rier? To saue my wretched life, From th'insolent soldier, threatning the Cities spoile. Of what house art thou? Of father Clements Order, The Capachines Subprior: a quick messenger fetched me to be rich Bateruiles confessor, who lyes a dying. A ! He does, but I Haue come thus far, with so much ieopardy. That could I safely get the keys shore, Nor the priory would I see more. For charities sake, direct me, and defend me. To helpe destressed men, religion bindes me, Shouldst thou in this hot broiles, be met abroad, It will be iudgde you leaue your Priory, Carying gold and siluer with you. Las I haue none. But Frier if you be thus taken, your life is gon, Here, here, cast off thy habit, better that lye Ith Streetes than thou poore wretch; weare mine, & away Strike downe that lane. Thankes maister, for your liues ile pray. This Bohor shall disgise me, whither wilt thou fly▪ Ile shift I warrant: hast thou toth' Priory▪ If we nere meete againe, (best friend) farewell. Not meete, yes, I hope, you must not thus cheae hel. I will not trust this fellow: toth' Priory, no: Barteruiles Confessor: f to betray Thou findst the churle apt, leaue him, if not, there stay, The downefall of that Prince, is quick and steepe. Who has no heart to leaue, nor power to keepe, Make the doore sure the house is round beset. Beset! Put vp: feare nothing: Armies should they enter, Cannot here find you. How shall we escape? Send or your trancks and iewels, ile ship you this night meane time, this vnknowne way, leads to a celar, where a world cannot fetch you forth: In, In, if danger pursue you, in a dryfa ile packe you hence▪ Zounds into the dungeon? So to Sardini: Your cloakes and your gilt rapiers downe, downe, downe. How soone meetes Babels-pride, confusion? What nest of birds are these new-kild with feare? Fowle cannot last long sweete, therefore kept there Serieants. In my cold cellar; stay, house beset? what ees? Such as strike dead the heart, yet giue no blowes. This—foota for 'em: proclamations Lurchall, 6000. Crownes are his, can these beray, Soone earnd, weele share fetch, the Caabriam hither, They are here say: dam 'em. You shall de dambd together. Wher's that deuote sicke man desires to take Leaue off this world? Dus ic to all now here. Now Domine ier; what I to you confesse You are bound by oath to eepe. I aer no lsse. Keepe then this close, I am no Turke, not I, But Barteruil disguise i pollicy. Ar you the Sickma ▪