Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?) T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.83 · 537 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
How now sir Protheus; how now Thurio? Which of you saw Eglamoure of late? Not I Nor I. Saw you my daughter? Neither. Why then She's fled unto that peasant, Valentine; And Eglamoure is in her Company: 'Tis true: for Friar Laurence met them both As he, in penance wandered through the Forest: Him he knew well: and guesd that it was she, But being masked, he was not sure of it. Besides she did intent Confession At Patrick's Cell this even, and there she was not. These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence; Therefore I pray you stand, not to discourse, But mount you presently, and meet with me Upon the rising of the Mountain foot That leads toward Mantua, whether they are fled: Dispatch (sweet Gentlemen) and follow me. Why this it is, to be a peevish Girl, That flies her fortune when it follows her: I'll after; more to be revenged on Eglamoure, Then for the love of reckless Silvia. And I will follow, more for Siluas love Then hate of Eglamoure that goes with her. And I will follow, more to cross that love Then hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. Come, come be patiented: We must bring you to our Captain. A thousand more mischances than this one Have learned me how to brook this patiently. Come, bring her away. Where is the Gentleman that was with her? Being nimble footed, he hath out-run us. But Moses and Valerius follow him: Go thou with her to the West end of the wood, There is our Captain: we'll follow him that's fled, The Thicket is beset, he cannot scape. Come, I must bring you to our Captain's cave. Fear not: he bears an honourable mind, And will not use a woman lawlessly. O Valentine: this I endure for thee. How use doth breed a habit in a man? This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods I better brook then flourishing peopled Towns: Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And to the Nightingales complaining Notes Tune my distrestes, and record my woes. O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, Leave not the Mansion so long Tenant-lesse, Lest growing ruinous, the building fall, And leave no memory of what it was, Repair me, with thy presence, Silvia: Thou gentle Nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain. What hallowing, and what stir is this to day? These are my mates, that make their wills their Law, Have some unhappy passenger in chase; They love me well: yet I have much to do To keep them from uncivil outrages. Withdraw thee Valentine: who's this comes here? Madam, this service I have done for you (Though you respect not aught your servant doth) To hazard life, and rescue you from him, That would have forced your honour, and your love, Vouchsafe me for my meed, but one fair look: (A smaller boon than this I cannot beg, And less than this, I am sure you cannot give.) How like a dream is this? I see, and hear: Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. O miserable, unhappy that I am. Unhappy were you (Madam) ere I came: But by my coming, I have made you happy.
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How now ſir Protheus; how now Thurio? Which of you ſaw Eglamoure of late? Not I. Nor I. Saw you my daughter? Neither. Why then She's fled vnto that pezant, Valentine; And Eglamoure is in her Company: 'Tis true: for Frier Laurence met them both As he, in pennance wander'd through the Forreſt: Him he knew well: and gueſd that it was ſhe, But being mask'd, he was not ſure of it. Beſides ſhe did intend Confeſſion At Patricks Cell this euen, and there ſhe was not. Theſe likelihoods confirme her flight from hence; Therefore I pray you ſtand, not to diſcourſe, But mount you preſently, and meete with me Vpon the riſing of the Mountaine foote That leads toward Mantua, whether they are fled: Diſpatch (ſweet Gentlemen) and follow me. Why this it is, to be a peeuiſh Girle, That flies her fortune when it followes her: Ile after; more to be reueng'd on Eglamoure, Then for the loue of reck-leſſe Siluia. And I will follow, more for Siluas loue Then hate of Eglamoure that goes with her. And I will follow, more to croſſe that loue Then hate for Siluia, that is gone for loue. Come, come be patient: We muſt bring you to our Captaine. A thouſand more miſchances then this one Haue learn'd me how to brooke this patiently. Come, bring her away. Where is the Gentleman that was with her? Being nimble footed, he hath out▪ run vs. But Moyſes and Valerius follow him: Goe thou with her to the Weſt end of the wood, There is our Captaine: Wee'll follow him that's fled, The Thicket is beſet, he cannot ſcape. Come, I muſt bring you to our Captains caue. Feare not: he beares an honourable minde, And will not vſe a woman lawleſly. O Valentine: this I endure for thee. How vſe doth breed a habit in a man? This ſhadowy deſart, vnfrequented woods I better brooke then flouriſhing peopled Townes: Here can I ſit alone, vn-ſeene of any, And to the Nightingales complaining Notes Tune my diſtreſtes, and record my woes. O thou that doſt inhabit in my breſt, Leaue not the Manſion ſo long Tenant-leſſe, Leſt growing ruinous, the building fall, And leaue no memory of what it was, Repaire me, with thy preſence, Siluia: Thou gentle Nimph, cheriſh thy for-lorne ſwaine. What hallowing, and what ſtir is this to day? Theſe are my mates, that make their wills their Law, Haue ſome vnhappy paſſenger in chace; They loue me well: yet I haue much to doe To keepe them from vnciuill outrages. Withdraw thee Valentine: who's this comes heere? Madam, this ſeruice I haue done for you (Though you reſpect not aught your ſeruant doth) To hazard life, and reskew you from him, That would haue forc'd your honour, and your loue, Vouchſafe me for my meed, but one faire looke: (A ſmaller boone then this I cannot beg, And leſſe then this, I am ſure you cannot giue.) How like a dreame is this? I ſee, and heare: Loue, lend me patience to forbeare a while. O miſerable, vnhappy that I am. Vnhappy were you (Madam) ere I came: But by my comming, I haue made you happy.