Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 501 words
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Oh he is gone to see the other Nuns. I sent for him, but seeing you are come Be you my ghostly father; and first know, That in this house I lived religiously, Chaste, and devout, much sorrowing for my sins, But ere I came— What then? I did offend high heaven so grievously, As I am almost desperate for my sins: And one offence torments me more than all. You knew Mathias and Don Lodowick? Yes, what of them? My father did contract me to 'em both: First to Don Lodowick, him I never loved; Mathias was the man that I held dear, And for his sake did I become a Nun. So, say how was their end? Both jealous of my love, envied each other: And by my father's practice, which is there Set down at large, the Gallants were both slain. Oh monstrous villainy: To work my peace, this I confess to thee: Reveal it not, for then my father dies. Know that Confession must not be revealed, The Canon Law forbids it, and the Priest That makes it known, being degraded first, Shall be condemned, and then sent to the fire, So I have heard; pray therefore keep it close, Death seizeth on my heart, ah gentle friar Convert my father that he may be saved, And witness that I die a Christian. ay, and a Virgin too, that grieves me most: But I must to the Iew and exclaim on him, And make him stand in fear of me. Oh brother, all the Nuns are dead, let's bury them. First help to bury this, then go with me And help me to exclaim against the Iew. Why? what has he done? A thing that makes me tremble to unfold. What has he crucified a child? No, but a worse thing: 'twas told me in shrift, Thou know'st 'tis death and if it be revealed. Come let's away. THere is no music to a Christian's knell: How sweet the Bells ring now the Nuns are dead That sound at other times like Tinkers pans? I was afraid the poison had not wrought; Or though it wrought, it would have done no good, For every year they swell, and yet they live; Now all are dead, not one remains alive. That's brave Mr. but think you it will not be known How can it if we two be secret. For my part fear you not. I'd cut thy throat if I did. And reason too; but here's a royal Monastery hard By, good master let me poison all the Monks. Thou shalt not need, for now the Nuns are dead, They'll die with grief. Do you not sorrow for your daughter's death? No, but I grieve because she lived so long an Hebrew Catho diabola. Born, and would become a Christian. Look, look, Mr. here come two religious Caterpillars. I smelled 'em ere they came. God-a-mercy nose; come let's begone. Stay wicked Iew, repent, I say, and stay.
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Oh he is gone to see the other Nuns. I sent for him, but seeing you are come Be you my ghostly father; and first know, That in this house I liu'd religiously, Chast, and deuout, much sorrowing for my sinnes, But e're I came — What then? I did offend high heauen so grieuously, As I am almost desperate for my sinnes: And one offence torments me more then all. You knew Mathias and Don Lodowicke? Yes, what of them? My father did contract me to 'em both: First to Don Lodowicke, him I neuer lou'd; Mathias was the man that I held deare, And for his sake did I become a Nunne. So, say how was their end? Both iealous of my loue, enuied each other: And by my father's practice, which is there Set downe at large, the Gallants were both slaine. Oh monstrous villany: To worke my peace, this I confesse to thee: Reueale it not, for then my father dyes. Know that Confession must not be reueal'd, The Canon Law forbids it, and the Priest That makes it knowne, being degraded first, Shall e condemn'd, and then sent to the fire, So I haue heard; pray therefore keepe it close, Death seizeth on my heart, ah gentle Fryar Conuert my father that he may be sau'd, And witnesse that I dye a Christian. I, and a Virgin too, that grieues me most: But I must to the Iew and exclaime on him, And make him stand in feare of me. Oh brother, all the Nuns are dead, let's bury them. First helpe to bury this, then goe with me And helpe me to exclaime against the Iew. Why? what has he done? A thing that makes me tremble to vnfold. What ha he crucified a child? No, but a worse thing: 'twas told me in shrft, Thou know'st 'tis death and if it be reueal'd. Come let's away. THere is no musicke to a Christians knell: How sweet the Bels ring now the Nuns are dead That sound at other times like Tinkers pans? I was afraid the poyson had not wrought; Or though it wrought, it would haue done no good, For euery yeare they swell, and yet they lie; Now all are dead not one remaines aliue. That's braue Mr. but think you it wil not be known How can it if we two be secret. For my part feare you not. I'de cut thy throat if I did. And reason too; but here's a royall Monastry hard By, good master let me poyson all the Monks. Thou shalt not need, for now the Nuns are dead, They'll dye with griefe. Doe you ot sorrow for your daughters death? No, but I greue because she liu'd so long an Hebrew Catho diabola. Borne, and would become a Christian. Look, look, Mr. here come two religious Caterpillers. I smelt 'em e're they came. God-a-mercy nose; come let's begone. Stay wicked Iew, repent, I say, and stay.