Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.80 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
She speaks, and 'tis such sense That my Sense breeds with it; far you well. Gentle my Lord, turn back. I will bethink me: come again to morrow. Hark, how I'll bribe you: good my Lord turn back. How? bribe me? I, with such gifts that heaven shall share with you. You had marred all else. Not with fond Sickles of the tested-gold, Or Stones, whose rate are either rich, or poor As fancy values them: but with true prayers, That shall be up at heaven, and enter there E'er Sun rise: prayers from preserved souls, From fasting Maids, whose minds are dedicated To nothing temporal. Well: come to me to morrow. Go to: 'tis well; away. Heaven keep your honour safe. Amen. For I am that way going to temptation, Where prayers cross. At what hour to morrow, Shall I attend your Lordship? At any time 'fore-noone. 'Saue your Honour. From thee: even from thy virtue. What's this? what's this? is this her fault, or mine? The Tempter, or the Tempted, who sins most? ha'? Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I, That, lying by the Violet in the Sun, Do as the Carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season: Can it be, That Modesty may more betray our Sense Then woman's lightness? having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the Sanctuary And pitch our evils there? oh fie, fie, fie: What dost thou? or what art thou Angelo? Dost thou desire her foully, for those things That make her good? oh, let her brother live: thieves for their robbery have authority, When judges steal themselves: what, do I love her, That I desire to hear her speak again? And feast upon her eyes? what is't I dream on? Oh cunning enemy, that to catch a Saint, With Saints dost bait thy hook: most dangerous Is that temptation, that doth goad us on To sin, in loving virtue: never could the Strumpet With all her double vigour, Art, and Nature Once stir my temper: but this virtuous Maid Subdues me quite: Ever till now When men were fond, I smiled, and wondered how. Hail to you, Provost, so I think you are. I am the Provost: what's your will, good Friar? Bound by my charity, and my blessed order, I come to visit the afflicted spirits Here in the prison: do me the common right To let me see them: and to make me know The nature of their crimes, that I may minister To them accordingly. I would do more than that, if more were needful Look here comes one: a Gentlewoman of mine, Who falling in the flaws of her own youth, Hath blistered her report: She is with child, And he that got it, sentenced: a young man, More fit to do another such offence, Then die for this. When must he dye? As I do think to morrow. I have provided for you, stay a while And you shall be conducted.
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Shee ſpeakes, and 'tis ſuch ſence That my Sence breeds with it; fare you well. Gentle my Lord, turne backe. I will bethinke me: come againe to morrow. Hark, how Ile bribe you: good my Lord turn back. How? bribe me? I, with ſuch gifts that heauen ſhall ſhare with you. You had mar'd all elſe. Not with fond Sickles of the teſted-gold, Or Stones, whoſe rate are either rich, or poore As fancie values them: but with true prayers, That ſhall be vp at heauen, and enter there Ere Sunne riſe: prayers from preſerued ſoules, From faſting Maides, whoſe mindes are dedicate To nothing temporall. Well: come to me to morrow. Goe to: 'tis well; away. Heauen keepe your honour ſafe. Amen. For I am that way going to temptation, Where prayers croſſe. At what hower to morrow, Shall I attend your Lordſhip? At any time 'fore-noone. 'Saue your Honour. From thee: euen from thy vertue. What's this? what's this? is this her fault, or mine? The Tempter, or the Tempted, who ſins moſt? ha? Not ſhe: nor doth ſhe tempt: but it is I, That, lying by the Violet in the Sunne, Doe as the Carrion do's, not as the flowre, Corrupt with vertuous ſeaſon: Can it be, That Modeſty may more betray our Sence Then womans lightneſſe? hauing waſte ground enough, Shall we deſire to raze the Sanctuary And pitch our euils there? oh fie, fie, fie: What doſt thou? or what art thou Angelo? Doſt thou deſire her fowly, for thoſe things That make her good? oh, let her brother liue: Theeues for their robbery haue authority, When Iudges ſteale themſelues: what, doe I loue her, That I deſire to heare her ſpeake againe? And feaſt vpon her eyes? what is't I dreame on? Oh cunning enemy, that to catch a Saint, With Saints doſt bait thy hooke: moſt dangerous Is that temptation, that doth goad vs on To ſinne, in louing vertue: neuer could the Strumpet With all her double vigor, Art, and Nature Once ſtir my temper: but this vertuous Maid Subdues me quite: Euer till now When men were fond, I ſmild, and wondred how. Haile to you, Prouoſt, ſo I thinke you are. I am the Prouoſt: whats your will, good Frier? Bound by my charity, and my bleſt order, I come to viſite the afflicted ſpirits Here in the priſon: doe me the common right To let me ſee them: and to make me know The nature of their crimes, that I may miniſter To them accordingly. I would do more then that, if more were needfull Looke here comes one: a Gentlewoman of mine, Who falling in the flawes of her owne youth, Hath bliſterd her report: She is with childe, And he that got it, ſentenc'd: a yong man, More fit to doe another ſuch offence, Then dye for this. When muſt he dye? As I do thinke to morrow. I haue prouided for you, ſtay a while And you ſhall be conducted.