Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · before the Court T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.93 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
You hear your answer, and you may be gone. Why go get you away. I will not go for thee. Not, then I'll make thee go. How, dost call me rogue? Part 'em, master, part 'em. This is mere frailty, brethren, be content. friar Barnardine go you with Ithimore. You know my mind, let me alone with him; Why does he go to thy house, let him begone. I'll give him something and so stop his mouth. I never heard of any man but he Maligned the order of the Jacobines: But do you think that I believe his words? Why Brother you converted Abigall; And I am bound in charity to requite it, And so I will, oh Iocome, fail not but come. But Barabas who shall be your godfathers, For presently you shall be shrived. Marry the Turk shall be one of my godfathers, But not a word to any of your convent. I warrant thee, Barabas. So now the fear is past, and I am safe: For he that shrived her is within my house, What if I murdered him ere Iocoma comes? Now I have such a plot for both their lives, As never Iew nor Christian knew the like: One turned my daughter, therefore he shall die; The other knows enough to have my life, Therefore 'tis not requisite he should live. But are not both these wise men to suppose That I will leave my house, my goods, and all, To fast and be well whipped; I'll none of that. Now friar Bernardine I come to you, I'll feast you, lodge you, give you fair words, And after that, I and my trusty Turk— No more but so: it must and shall be done. Ithimore, tell me, is the Friar asleep? Yes; and I know not what the reason is. Do what I can he will not strip himself, Nor go to bed, but sleeps in his own clothes I fear me he mistrusts what we intend. No, 'tis an order which the friar's use: Yet if he knew our meanings, could he scape? No, none can hear him, cry he ne'er so loud. Why true, therefore did I place him there: The other Chambers open towards the street. You loiter, master, wherefore stay we thus? Oh how I long to see him shake his heels. Come on, sirrah, off with your girdle, make a handsome noose; friar awake. What do you mean to strangle me? Yes, 'cause you use to confess. Blame not us but the proverb, Confess & be hanged Pull hard. What, will you save my life? Pull hard, I say, you would have had my goods. ay, and our lives too therefore pull amain. 'Tis neatly done, Sir, here's no print at all. Then is it as it should be, take him up. Nay, Mr. be ruled by me a little; so, let him lean Upon his staff; excellent, he stands as if he were begging of Bacon.
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You heare your answer, and you may be gone. Why goe get you away. I will not goe for thee. Not, then I'le make thee goe. How, dost call me rogue? Part 'em, master, part 'em. This is meere frailty, brethren, be content. Fryar Barnardine goe you with Ithimore. You know my mind, let me alone with him; Why does he goe to thy house, let him begone. I'le giue him something and so stop his mouth. I neuer heard of any man but he Malign'd the order of the Iacobines: But doe you thinke that I beleeue his words? Why Brother you conuerted Abigall; And I am bound in charitie to requite it, And so I will, oh Iocome, faile not but come. But Barabas who shall be your godfathers, For presently you shall be shriu'd. Marry the Turke shall be one of my godfathers, But not a word to any of your Couent. I warrant thee, Barabas. So now the feare is past, and I am safe: For he that shriu'd her is within my house, What if I murder'd him e're Iocoma comes? Now I haue such a plot for both their liues, As neuer Iew nor Christian knew the like: One turn'd my daughter, therefore he shall dye; The other knowes enough to haue my life, Therefore 'tis not requisite he should liue. But are not both these wise men to suppose That I will leaue my house, my goods, and all, To fast and be well whipt; I'le none of that. Now Fryar Bernardine I come to you, I'le feast you, lodge you, giue you faire words, And after that, I and my trusty Turke — No more but so: it must and shall be done. Ithimore, tell me, is the Fryar asleepe? Yes; and I know not what the reason is Doe what I can he will not strip himselfe, Nor goe to bed, but sleepes in his owne cloth I feare me he mistrusts what we intend. No, 'tis an order which the Fryars vse: Yet if he knew our meanings, could he scape? No, none can heare him, cry he ne're so loud. Why true, therefore did I place him there: The other Chambers open towards the street. You loyter, master, wherefore stay we thus? Oh how I long to see him shake his heeles. Come on, sirra, off with your girdle, make a hansom noose; Fryar awake. What doe you meane to strangle me? Yes, 'cause you vse to confesse. Blame not vs but the prouerb, Confes & be hang'd Pull hard. What, will you saue my life? Pull hard, I say, you would haue had my goods. I, and our liues too therefore pull amaine. 'Tis neatly done, Sir, here's no print at all. Then is it as it should be, take him vp. Nay, Mr. be ul'd by me a little; so, let him leane Vpon his staffe; excellent, he stands as if he were begging of Bacon.