Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.83 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Good Friar, let's hear it: Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo? Oh heaven, the vanity of wretched fools. Give us some seats, Come cousin Angelo, In this I'll be impartial: be you judge Of your own Cause: Is this the Witness friar? First, let her show your face, and after, speak. Pardon my Lord, I will not show my face Until my husband bid me. What, are you married? No my Lord. Are you a Maid? No my Lord. A Widow then? Neither, my Lord. Why you are nothing then: neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife? My Lord, she may be a Punk: for many of them, are neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife. Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause to prattle for himself. Well my Lord. My Lord, I do confess I ne'er was married, And I confess besides, I am no Maid, I have known my husband, yet my husband Knows not, that ever he knew me. He was drunk then, my Lord, it can be no better. For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so to. Well, my Lord. This is no witness for Lord Angelo. Now I come to't, my Lord. She that accuses him of Fornication, In selfsame manner, doth accuse my husband, And charges him, my Lord, with such a time, When I'll depose I had him mine Arms With all th' effect of Love.. Charges she moe than me? Not that I know. No? you say your husband. Why just, my Lord, and that is Angelo, Who thinks he knows, that he ne'er knew my body, But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabella's. This is a strange abuse: Let's see thy face. My husband bids me, now I will unmask. This is that face, thou cruel Angelo Which once thou swor'st, was worth the looking on: This is the hand, which with a vowed contract Was fast belockt in thine: This is the body That took away the match from Isabella, And did supply thee at thy garden-house In her Imagined person. Know you this woman? Carnally she says. Sirrah, no more. Enoug my Lord. My Lord, I must confess, I know this woman, And five years since there was some speech of marriage Betwixt myself, and her: which was broke off, Partly for that her promised proportions Came short of Composition: But in chief For that her reputation was disvalue In levity: Since which time of five years I never spoke with her, saw her, nor heard from her Upon my faith, and honour. Noble Prince, As there comes light from heaven, and words from breath, As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue, I am affianced this man's wife, as strongly As words could make up vows: And my good Lord, But Tuesday night last gone, in's garden house, He knew me as a wife. As this is true, Let me in safety raise me from my knees, Or else for ever be confixed here A Marble Monument.
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Good Frier, let's heare it: Doe you not ſmile at this, Lord Angelo? Oh heauen, the vanity of wretched fooles. Giue vs ſome ſeates, Come coſen Angelo, In this I'll be impartiall: be you Iudge Of your owne Cauſe: Is this the Witnes Frier? Firſt, let her ſhew your face, and after, ſpeake. Pardon my Lord, I will not ſhew my face Vntill my husband bid me. What, are you married? No my Lord. Are you a Maid? No my Lord. A Widow then? Neither, my Lord. Why you are nothing then: neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife? My Lord, ſhe may be a Puncke: for many of them, are neither Maid, Widow, nor Wife. Silence that fellow: I would he had ſome cauſe to prattle for himſelfe. Well my Lord. My Lord, I doe confeſſe I nere was married, And I confeſſe beſides, I am no Maid, I haue known my husband, yet my husband Knowes not, that euer he knew me. He was drunk then, my Lord, it can be no better. For the benefit of ſilence, would thou wert ſo to. Well, my Lord. This is no witneſſe for Lord Angelo. Now I come to't, my Lord. Shee that accuſes him of Fornication, In ſelfe-ſame manner, doth accuſe my husband, And charges him, my Lord, with ſuch a time, When I'le depoſe I had him mine Armes With all th' effect of Loue. Charges ſhe moe then me? Not that I know. No? you ſay your husband. Why iuſt, my Lord, and that is Angelo, Who thinkes he knowes, that he nere knew my body, But knows, he thinkes, that he knowes Iſabels. This is a ſtrange abuſe: Let's ſee thy face. My husband bids me, now I will vnmaske. This is that face, thou cruell Angelo Which once thou ſworſt, was worth the looking on: This is the hand, which with a vowd contract Was faſt belockt in thine: This is the body That tooke away the match from Iſabell, And did ſupply thee at thy garden-houſe In her Imagin'd perſon. Know you this woman? Carnallie ſhe ſaies. Sirha, no more. Enoug my Lord. My Lord, I muſt confeſſe, I know this woman, And fiue yeres ſince there was ſome ſpeech of marriage Betwixt my ſelfe, and her: which was broke off, Partly for that her promis'd proportions Came ſhort of Compoſition: But in chiefe For that her reputation was diſ-valued In leuitie: Since which time of fiue yeres I neuer ſpake with her, ſaw her, nor heard from her Vpon my faith, and honor. Noble Prince, As there comes light from heauen, and words frō breath, As there is ſence in truth, and truth in vertue, I am affianced this mans wife, as ſtrongly As words could make vp vowes: And my good Lord, But Tueſday night laſt gon, in's garden houſe, He knew me as a wife. As this is true, Let me in ſafety raiſe me from my knees, Or elſe for euer be confixed here A Marble Monument.