Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · before the Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 471 words
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It may be so: but who comes here? Grave abbess, and you happy Virgins guide, Pity the state of a distressed Maid. What art thou daughter? The hopeless daughter of a hapless Iew, The Iew of Malta, wretched Barabas; Sometimes the owner of a goodly house, Which they have now turned to a Nunnery. Well, daughter, say, what is thy suit with us? Fearing the afflictions which my father feels, Proceed from sin, or want of faith in us, I'd pass away my life in penitence, And be a Novice in your Nunnery, To make atonement for my labouring soul. No doubt, brother, but this proceedeth of the spirit. ay, and of a moving spirit too, brother; but come, Let us entreat she may be entertained. Well, daughter, we admit you for a Nun. First let me as a Novice learn to frame My solitary life to your straight laws, And let me lodge where I was wont to lie, I do not doubt by your divine precepts And mine own industry, but to profit much. As much I hope as all I hid is worth. Come daughter, follow us. Why how now Abigal, what mak'st thou Amongst these hateful Christians? Hinder her not, thou man of little faith, For she has mortified herself. How, mortified I And is admitted to the Sisterhood. Child of perdition, and thy father's shame, What wilt thou do among these hateful fiends? I charge thee on my blessing that thou leave These devils, and their damned heresy. Father give me— Nay back, Abigal, And think upon the jewels and the gold, The board is marked thus that covers it. Away accursed from thy father's sight. Barabas, although thou art in mis-belief, And wilt not see thine own afflictions, Yet let thy daughter be no longer blind. Blind, friar, I wreck not thy persuasions. The boord is marked thus † that couers i For I had rather die, then see her thus. Wilt thou forsake me too in my distress, Seduced Daughter, Go forget not. Becomes it Jews to be so credulous, Tomorrow early I'll be at the doors. No come not at me, if thou wilt be damned, Forget me, see me not, and so be gone Farewell, Remember tomorrow morning. Out, out thou wretch. whose's this? Fair Abigal the rich Jews daughter Become a Nun, her father's sudden fall Has humbled her and brought her down to this: Tut, she were fitter for a tale of love Then to be tired out with Orisons: And better would she far become a-bed Embraced in a friendly lover's arms, Then rise at midnight to a solemn mass. Why how now Don Mathias, in a dump? Believe me, Noble Lodowick, I have seen The strangest sight, in my opinion, That ever I beheld. What was't I prithee?
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It may be so: but who comes here? Grave Abbasse, and you happy Virgins guide, Pitty the state of a distressed Maid. What art thou daughter? The hopelesse daughter of a haplesse Iew, The Iew of Malta, wretched Barabas; Sometimes the owner of a goodly house, Which they haue now turn'd to a Nunnery. Well, daughter, say, what is thy suit with vs? Fearing the afflictions which my father feeles, Proceed from sinne, or want of faith in vs, I'de passe away my life in penitence, And be a Nouice in your Nunnery, To make attonement for my labouring soule. No doubt, brother, but this proceedeth of the spirit. I, and of a moving spirit too, brother; but come, Let vs intreat she may be entertain'd. Well, daughter, we admit you for a Nun. First let me as a Novice learne to frame My solitary life to your streight lawes, And let me lodge where I was wont to lye, I doe not doubt by your divine precepts And mine owne industry, but to profit much. As much I hope as all I hid is worth. Come daughter, follow vs. Why how now Abigall, what mak'st thou Amongst these hateful Christians? Hinder her not, thou man of little faith, For she has mortified her selfe. How, mortified I And is admitted to the Sister-hood. Child of pordition, and thy fathers shame, What wilt thou doe among these hatefull fiends? I charge thee on my blessing that thou leaue These diuels, and their damned heresie. Father giue me— Nay backe, Abigall, And thinke vpon the Iewels and the gold The boord is marked thus that couers it. Away accursed from thy fathers sight. Barabas, although thou art in mis-beleee, And wilt not see thine owne afflictions, Yet let thy daughter be no longer blinde. Blind, Fryer, I wrecke o thy perswasions. The boord is marked thus † that couers i For I had rather dye, then see her thus. Wilt thou forsake mee too in my distresse, Seduced Daughter, Goe forget nt. Becomes it Iewes to be so credulos, To morrow early Il'e be at th doors. No come not at me, if thou wilt be damn'd, Forget me, see me not, and so Farewell, Remember to morrow morning. Out, out thou wretch. Whose this? Faire Abigall the rich Iewes daughter Become a Nun, her fathers sudden fall Has humbled her and brought her downe to this: Tut, she were fitter for a tale of loue Then to be tired out with Orizons: And better would she farre become a bed Embraced in a friendly louers armes, Then rise at midnight to a solemne masse. Why how now Don Mathias, in a dump? Beleeue me, Noble Lodowicke, I haue seene The strangest sight, in my opinion, That euer I beheld. What wast I prethe?