Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.89 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Which is that Barnardine? This my Lord. There was a Friar told me of this man. Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul That apprehends no further than this world, And squar'st thy life according: Thou'rt condemned, But for those earthly faults, I quit them all, And pray thee take this mercy to provide For better times to come: Friar advise him, I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow's that? This is another prisoner that I saved, Who should have died when Claudio lost his head, As like almost to Claudio, as himself. If he be like your brother, for his sake Is he pardoned, and for your lovely sake Give me your hand, and say you will be mine, He is my brother too: But fit time for that: By this Lord Angelo perceives he's safe, Methinks I see a quickening in his eye: Well Angelo, your evil quits you well. Look that you love your wife: her worth, worth yours I find an apt remission in myself: And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon, You sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a Coward, One all of Luxury, an ass, a mad man: Wherein have I so deserved of you That you extol me thus? Faith my Lord, I spoke it but according to the trick: if you will hang me for it you may: but I had rather it would please you, I might be whipped. Whipped first, sir, and hanged after. Proclaim it Provost round about the City; If any woman wronged by this lewd fellow (As I have heard him swear himself there's one whom he begot with child) let her appear, And he shall marry her: the nuptial finished, Let him be whipped and hanged. I beseech your Highness do not marry me to a Whore: your Highness said even now I made you a Duke, good my Lord do not recompense me, in making me a Cuckold. Upon mine honour thou shalt marry her, Thy slanders I forgive, and therewithal Remit thy other forfeits: take him to prison, And see our pleasure herein executed. Marrying a punk my Lord, is pressing to death, Whipping and hanging. Slandering a Prince deserves it. She Claudio that you wronged, look you restore. joy to you Mariana, love her Angelo: I have confessed her, and I know her virtue. Thanks good friend, Escalus, for thy much goodness, There's more behind that is more gratulate. Thanks Provost for thy care, and secrecy, We shall employ thee in a worthier place. Forgive him Angelo, that brought you home The head of Ragozine for Claudio's, Th' offence pardons itself. Dear Isabella, I have a motion much imports your good, Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline; What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. So bring us to our Palace, where we'll show What's yet behind, that meet you all should know.
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Which is that Barnardine? This my Lord. There was a Friar told me of this man. Sirha, thou art ſaid to haue a ſtubborne ſoule That apprehends no further then this world, And ſquar'ſt thy life according: Thou'rt condemn'd, But for thoſe earthly faults, I quit them all, And pray thee take this mercie to prouide For better times to come: Frier aduiſe him, I leaue him to your hand. What muffeld fellow's that? This is another priſoner that I ſau'd, Who ſhould haue di'd when Claudio loſt his head, As like almoſt to Claudio, as himſelfe. If he be like your brother, for his ſake Is he pardon'd, and for your louelie ſake Giue me your hand, and ſay you will be mine, He is my brother too: But fitter time for that: By this Lord Angelo perceiues he's ſafe, Methinkes I ſee a quickning in his eye: Well Angelo, your euill quits you well. Looke that you loue your wife: her worth, worth yours I finde an apt remiſſion in my ſelfe: And yet heere's one in place I cannot pardon, You ſirha, that knew me for a foole, a Coward, One all of Luxurie, an aſſe, a mad man: Wherein haue I ſo deſeru'd of you That you extoll me thus? Faith my Lord, I ſpoke it but according to the trick: if you will hang me for it you may: but I had rather it would pleaſe you, I might be whipt. Whipt firſt, ſir, and hang'd after. Proclaime it Prouoſt round about the Citie; If any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow (As I haue heard him ſweare himſelfe there's one whom he begot with childe) let her appeare, And he ſhall marry her: the nuptiall finiſh'd, Let him be whipt and hang'd. I beſeech your Highneſſe doe not marry me to a Whore: your Highneſſe ſaid euen now I made you a Duke, good my Lord do not recompence me, in making me a Cuckold. Vpon mine honor thou ſhalt marrie her, Thy ſlanders I forgiue, and therewithall Remit thy other forfeits: take him to priſon, And ſee our pleaſure herein executed. Marrying a punke my Lord, is preſſing to death, Whipping and hanging. Slandering a Prince deſerues it. She Claudio that you wrong'd, looke you reſtore. Ioy to you Mariana, loue her Angelo: I haue confes'd her, and I know her vertue. Thanks good friend, Eſcalus, for thy much goodneſſe, There's more behinde that is more gratulate. Thanks Prouoſt for thy care, and ſecrecie, We ſhall imploy thee in a worthier place. Forgiue him Angelo, that brought you home The head of Ragozine for Claudio's, Th' offence pardons it ſelfe. Deere Iſabell, I haue a motion much imports your good, Whereto if you'll a willing eare incline; What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. So bring vs to our Pallace, where wee'll ſhow What's yet behinde, that meete you all ſhould know.