Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.91 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Thou art the first knave, that ere mad'st a Duke. First Provost, let me bail these gentle three: Sneak not away Sir, for the Friar, and you, Must have a word anon: lay hold on him. This may prove worse than hanging. What you have spoke, I pardon: sit you down, We'll borrow place of him; Sir, by your leave: Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence, That yet can do thee office? If thou hast Rely upon it, till my tale be heard, And hold no longer out. Oh, my dread Lord, I should be guiltier than my guiltiness, To think I can be undiscerneable, When I perceive your grace, like power divine, Hath looked upon my passes. Then good Prince, No longer Session hold upon my shame, But let my Trial, be mine own Confession: Immediate sentence then, and sequent death, Is all the grace I beg. Come hither Mariana, Say: was't thou ere contracted to this woman? I was my Lord. Go take her hence, and marry her instantly. Do you the office (Friar) which consummate, Return him here again: go with him Provost. My Lord, I am more amazed at his dishonour, Then at the strangeness of it. Come hither Isabella, Your Friar is now your Prince: As I was then Aduertysing, and holy to your business, (Not changing heart with habit) I am still, Atturnied at your service. Oh give me pardon That I, your vassal, have employed, and pained Your unknown Sovereignty. You are pardoned Isabella: And now, dear Maid, be you as free to us. Your Brother's death I know sits at your heart: And you may marvel, why I obscured myself, Labouring to save his life: and would not rather Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power, Then let him so be lost: oh most kind Maid, It was the swift celerity of his death, Which I did think, with slower foot came on, That brained my purpose: but peace be with him, That life is better life past fearing death, Then that which lives to fear: make it your comfort, So happy is your Brother. I do my Lord. For this new-married man, approaching here, Whose salt imagination yet hath wronged Your well defended honour: you must pardon For Mariana's sake: But as he adjudged your Brother, Being criminal, in double violation Of sacred Chastity, and of promise-breach, Thereon dependant for your Brother's life, The very mercy of the Law cries out Most audible, even from his proper tongue. a Angelo for Claudio, death for death: Haste still pays haste, and leisure, answers leisure; Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure: Then Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested; Which though thou wouldst deny, denies thee vantage. We do condemn thee to the very Block Where Claudio stooped to death; and with like haste. Away with him. Oh my most gracious Lord, I hope you will not mock me with a husband?
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Thou art the firſt knaue, that ere mad'ſt a Duke. Firſt Prouoſt, let me bayle theſe gentle three: Sneake not away Sir, for the Fryer, and you, Muſt haue a word anon: lay hold on him. This may proue worſe then hanging. What you haue ſpoke, I pardon: ſit you downe, We'll borrow place of him; Sir, by your leaue: Ha'ſt thou or word, or wit, or impudence, That yet can doe thee office? If thou ha'ſt Rely vpon it, till my tale be heard, And hold no longer out. Oh, my dread Lord, I ſhould be guiltier then my guiltineſſe, To thinke I can be vndiſcerneable, When I perceiue your grace, like powre diuine, Hath look'd vpon my paſſes. Then good Prince, No longer Seſſion hold vpon my ſhame, But let my Triall, be mine owne Confeſſion: Immediate ſentence then, and ſequent death, Is all the grace I beg. Come hither Mariana, Say: was't thou ere contracted to this woman? I was my Lord. Goe take her hence, and marry her inſtantly. Doe you the office (Fryer) which conſummate, Returne him here againe: goe with him Prouoſt. My Lord, I am more amaz'd at his diſhonor, Then at the ſtrangeneſſe of it. Come hither Iſabell, Your Frier is now your Prince: As I was then Aduertyſing, and holy to your buſineſſe, (Not changing heart with habit) I am ſtill, Atturnied at your ſeruice. Oh giue me pardon That I, your vaſſaile, haue imploid, and pain'd Your vnknowne Soueraigntie. You are pardon'd Iſabell: And now, deere Maide, be you as free to vs. Your Brothers death I know ſits at your heart: And you may maruaile, why I obſcur'd my ſelfe, Labouring to ſaue his life: and would not rather Make raſh remonſtrance of my hidden powre, Then let him ſo be loſt: oh moſt kinde Maid, It was the ſwift celeritie of his death, Which I did thinke, with ſlower foot came on, That brain'd my purpoſe: but peace be with him, That life is better life paſt fearing death, Then that which liues to feare: make it your comfort, So happy is your Brother. I doe my Lord. For this new-maried man, approaching here, Whoſe ſalt imagination yet hath wrong'd Your well defended honor: you muſt pardon For Mariana's ſake: But as he adiudg'd your Brother, Being criminall, in double violation Of ſacred Chaſtitie, and of promiſe-breach, Thereon dependant for your Brothers life, The very mercy of the Law cries out Moſt audible, euen from his proper tongue. An Angelo for Claudio, death for death: Haſte ſtill paies haſte, and leaſure, anſwers leaſure; Like doth quit like, and Meaſure ſtill for Meaſure: Then Angelo, thy fault's thus manifeſted; Which though thou would'ſt deny, denies thee vantage. We doe condemne thee to the very Blocke Where Claudio ſtoop'd to death; and with like haſte. Away with him. Oh my moſt gracious Lord, I hope you will not mocke me with a husband?