Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.78 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
here is the head, I'll carry it myself. Convenient is it: Make a swift return, For I would commune with you of such things, That want no ear but yours. I'll make all speed. Peace hoa, be here. The tongue of Isabella. She's come to know, If yet her brothers pardon be come hither: But I will keep her ignorant of her good, To make her heavenly comforts of despair, When it is least expected. Hoa, by your leave. Good morning to you, fair, and gracious daughter. The better given me by so holy a man, Hath yet the Deputy sent my brother's pardon? He hath released him, Isabella, from the world, His head is off, and sent to Angelo. Nay, but it is not so. It is no other, Show your wisdom daughter in your close patience. Oh, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes. You shall not be admitted to his sight. Unhappy Claudio, wretched Isabella, Injurious world, most damned Angelo. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a lot, Forbear it therefore, give your cause to heaven, Mark what I say, which you shall find By every syllable a faithful verity. The Duke comes home to morrow: nay, dry your eyes, One of our Covent, and his Confessor Gives me this instance: Already he hath carried Notice to Escalus and Angelo, Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, There to give up their power: If you can place your wisdom, In that good path that I would wish it go, And you shall have your bosom on this wretch, Grace of the Duke, revenges to your heart, And general Honor. I am directed by you. This Letter then to Friar Peter give, 'Tis that he sent me of the Duke's return: Say, by this token, I desire his company At Mariana's house to night. Her cause, and yours I'll perfect him withal, and he shall bring you Before the Duke; and to the head of Angelo Accuse him home and home. For my poor self, I am combined by a sacred Vow, And shall be absent. Wend you with this Letter: Command these fretting waters from your eyes With a light heart; trust not my holy Order If I pervert your course: whose here? Good ' even; Friar, where's the Provost? Not within Sir. Oh pretty Isabel, I am pale at mine heart, to see thine eyes so red: thou must be patiented; I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran: I dare not for my head fill my belly. One fruitful Meal would set me too't: but they say the Duke will be here to Morrow. By my troth Isabella I loved thy brother, if the old fantastical Duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived. Sir, the Duke is marvelous little beholding to your reports, but the best is, he lives not in them.
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Heere is the head, Ile carrie it my ſelfe. Conuenient is it: Make a ſwift returne, For I would commune with you of ſuch things, That want no eare but yours. Ile make all ſpeede. Peace hoa, be heere. The tongue of Iſabell. She's come to know, If yet her brothers pardon be come hither: But I will keepe her ignorant of her good, To make her heauenly comforts of diſpaire, When it is leaſt expected. Hoa, by your leaue. Good morning to you, faire, and gracious daughter. The better giuen me by ſo holy a man, Hath yet the Deputie ſent my brothers pardon? He hath releaſd him, Iſabell, from the world, His head is off, and ſent to Angelo. Nay, but it is not ſo. It is no other, Shew your wiſedome daughter in your cloſe patience. Oh, I wil to him, and plucke out his eies. You ſhal not be admitted to his ſight. Vnhappie Claudio, wretched Iſabell, Iniurious world, moſt damned Angelo. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a lot, Forbeare it therefore, giue your cauſe to heauen, Marke what I ſay, which you ſhal finde By euery ſillable a faithful veritie. The Duke comes home to morrow: nay, drie your eyes, One of our Couent, and his Confeſſor Giues me this inſtance: Already he hath carried Notice to Eſcalus and Angelo, Who do prepare to meete him at the gates, There to giue vp their powre: If you can pace your wiſdome, In that good path that I would wiſh it go, And you ſhal haue your boſome on this wretch, Grace of the Duke, reuenges to your heart, And general Honor. I am directed by you. This Letter then to Friar Peter giue, 'Tis that he ſent me of the Dukes returne: Say, by this token, I deſire his companie At Mariana's houſe to night. Her cauſe, and yours Ile perfect him withall, and he ſhal bring you Before the Duke; and to the head of Angelo Accuſe him home and home. For my poore ſelfe, I am combined by a ſacred Vow, And ſhall be abſent. Wend you with this Letter: Command theſe fretting waters from your eies With a light heart; truſt not my holie Order If I peruert your courſe: whoſe heere? Good 'euen; Frier, where's the Prouoſt? Not within Sir. Oh prettie Iſabella, I am pale at mine heart, to ſee thine eyes ſo red: thou muſt be patient; I am faine to dine and ſup with water and bran: I dare not for my head fill my belly. One fruitful Meale would ſet mee too't: but they ſay the Duke will be heere to Morrow. By my troth Iſabell I lou'd thy brother, if the olde fantaſtical Duke of darke corners had bene at home, he had liued. Sir, the Duke is marueilous little beholding to your reports, but the beſt is, he liues not in them.