Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.85 · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
I did but smile till now, Now, good my Lord, give me the scope of justice, My patience here is touched: I do perceive These poor informal women, are no more But instruments of some more mightier member That sets them on. Let me have way, my Lord To find this practice out. I, with my heart, And punish them to your height of pleasure. Thou foolish Friar, and thou pernicious woman Compact with her that's gone: thinkest thou, thy oaths, Though they would swear down each particular Saint, Were testimonies against his worth, and credit That's sealed in approbation? you, Lord Escalus Sat with my Cousin, lend him your kind pains To find out this abuse, whence 'tis derived. There is another Friar that set them on, Let him be sent for. Would he were here, my Lord, for he indeed Hath set the women on to this Complaint; Your Provost knows the place where he abides, And he may fetch him. Go, do it instantly: And you, my noble and well-warranted Cousin Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth, Do with your injuries as seems you best In any chastisement; I for a while Will leave you; but stir not you till you have Well determined upon these Slanderers. My Lord, we'll do it throughly: Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person? Cucullus non facit Monachum, honest in nothing but in his Clothes, and one that hath spoke most villainous speeches of the Duke. We shall entreat you to abide here till he come, and enforce them against him: we shall find this Friar a notable fellow. As any in Vienna, on my word. Call that same Isabella here once again, I would speak with her: pray you, my Lord, give me leave to question, you shall see how I'll handle her. Not better than he, by her own report. Say you? Marry sir, I think, if you handled her privately She would sooner confess, perchance publicly she'll be ashamed. I will go darkly to work with her. That's the way: for women are light at midnight. Come on Mistress, here's a Gentlewoman, Denies all that you have said. My Lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of, Here, with the Provost. In very good time: speak not you to him, till we call upon you. Mum. Come Sir, did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did. 'Tis false. How? Know you where you are? Respect to your great place; and let the devil Be sometime honoured, for his burning throne. Where is the Duke? 'tis he should hear me speak. The Duke's in us: and we will hear you speak, Look you speak justly.
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I did but ſmile till now, Now, good my Lord, giue me the ſcope of Iuſtice, My patience here is touch'd: I doe perceiue Theſe poore informall women, are no more But inſtruments of ſome more mightier member That ſets them on. Let me haue way, my Lord To finde this practiſe out. I, with my heart, And puniſh them to your height of pleaſure. Thou fooliſh Frier, and thou pernicious woman Compact with her that's gone: thinkſt thou, thy oathes, Though they would ſwear downe each particular Saint, Were teſtimonies againſt his worth, and credit That's ſeald in approbation? you, Lord Eſcalus Sit with my Cozen, lend him your kinde paines To finde out this abuſe, whence 'tis deriu'd. There is another Frier that ſet them on, Let him be ſent for. Would he were here, my Lord, for he indeed Hath ſet the women on to this Complaint; Your Prouoſt knowes the place where he abides, And he may fetch him. Goe, doe it inſtantly: And you, my noble and well-warranted Coſen Whom it concernes to heare this matter forth, Doe with your iniuries as ſeemes you beſt In any chaſtiſement; I for a while Will leaue you; but ſtir not you till you haue Well determin'd vpon theſe Slanderers. My Lord, wee'll doe it throughly: Signior Lucio, did not you ſay you knew that Frier Lodowick to be a diſhoneſt perſon? Cucullus non facit Monachum, honeſt in nothing but in his Clothes, and one that hath ſpoke moſt villanous ſpeeches of the Duke. We ſhall intreat you to abide heere till he come, and inforce them againſt him: we ſhall finde this Frier a notable fellow. As any in Vienna, on my word. Call that ſame Iſabell here once againe, I would ſpeake with her: pray you, my Lord, giue mee leaue to queſtion, you ſhall ſee how Ile handle her. Not better then he, by her owne report. Say you? Marry ſir, I thinke, if you handled her priuately She would ſooner confeſſe, perchance publikely ſhe'll be aſham'd. I will goe darkely to worke with her. That's the way: for women are light at midnight. Come on Miſtris, here's a Gentlewoman, Denies all that you haue ſaid. My Lord, here comes the raſcall I ſpoke of, Here, with the Prouoſt. In very good time: ſpeake not you to him, till we call vpon you. Mum. Come Sir, did you ſet theſe women on to ſlander Lord Angelo? they haue confeſ'd you did. 'Tis falſe. How? Know you where you are? Reſpect to your great place; and let the diuell Be ſometime honour'd, for his burning throne. Where is the Duke? 'tis he ſhould heare me ſpeake. The Duke's in vs: and we will heare you ſpeake, Looke you ſpeake iuſtly.