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 0.83 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Who would not think but that this Friar lived? What time a night is't now, sweet Ithimore? Towards one. Then will not Iocoma be long from hence. This is the hour wherein I shall proceed; Oh happy hour, wherein I shall convert An Infidel, and bring his gold into our treasury. But soft, is not this Bernardine? it is; And understanding I should come this way, Stands here a purpose, meaning me some wrong, And intercept my going to the Iew; Bernardine; Wilt thou not speak? thou think'st I see thee not; Away, I'd wish thee, and let me go by: No, wilt thou not? nay then I'll force my way; And see, a staff stands ready for the purpose: As thou lik'st that, stop me another time. Why how now Iocoma, what hast thou done? Why stricken him that would have stroke at me. Who is it Bernardine? now out alas, he is slain. ay, Mr. he's slain; look how his brains drop out on's nose. Good sirs I have done't, but nobody knows it but You two, I may escape. So might my man and I hang with you for company. No, let us bear him to the Magistrates. Good Barabas let me go. No, pardon me, the Law must have his course. I must be forced to give in evidence, That being importuned by this Bernardine To be a Christian, I shut him out, And there he sat: now I to keep my word, And give my goods and substance to your house, Was up thus early; with intent to go Unto your friary, because you stayed. Fie upon 'em, Mr. will you turn Christian, when Holy Friars turn devils and murder one another. No, for this example I'll remain a Iew: Heaven bless me; what, a Friar a murderer? When shall you see a Iew commit the like? Why a Turk could ha' done no more. Tomorrow is the Sessions; you shall to it. Come Ithimore, let's help to take him hence. villains, I am a sacred person, touch me not. The Law shall touch you, we'll but lead you, we. 'Las I could weep at your calamity. Take in the staff too, for that must be shown: Law will that each particular be known. Pilia-borza, didst thou meet with Ithimore? I did. And didst thou deliver my letter? I did. And what think'st thou, will he come? I think so, and yet I cannot tell, for at the reading of The letter, he looked like a man of another world. Why so? That such a base slave as he should be saluted by such A tall man as I am, from such a beautiful dame as you. And what said he? Not a wise word, only gave me a nod, as who should say, Is it even so; and so I left him, being driven to a Nonplus at the critical aspect of my terrible countenance. And where didst meet him?
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Who would not thinke but that this Fryar liu'd? What time a night is't now, sweet Ithimore? Towards one. Then will not Iocoma long from hence. This is the houre wherein I shall proceed; Oh happy houre, wherein I shall conuert An Infidell, and bring his gold into our treasury. But soft, is not this Bernardine? it is; And vnderstanding I should come this way, Stands here a purpose, meaning me some wrong, And intercept my going to the Iew; Bernardine; Wilt thou not speake? thou think'st I see thee no; Away I'de wish thee, and let me goe by: No, wilt thou not? nay then I'le force my way; And see staffe stands ready for the purpose: As thou lik'st that, stop me another time. Why how now Iocoma, what hast thou done? Why stricken him that would haue stroke at me. Who is it Bernardine? now out alas, he is slaine. I, Mr. he's slain; look how his brains drop out on's nose. Good sirs I haue don't, but nobody knowes it but You two, I may escape. So might my man and I hang with you for company. No, let vs beare him to the Magistrates. Good Barabas let me goe. No, pardon me, the Law must haue his course. I must be forc'd to giue in euidence, That being importun'd by this Berardin To be a Christian, I shut him out, And there he sate: now I to keepe my word, And giue my goods and substance to your house, Was vp thus early; with intent to goe Vnto your Friery, because you staid. Fie vpon 'em, Mr. will you turne Christian, when Holy Friars turne deuils and murder one another. No, for this example I'le remaine a Iew: Heauen blesse me; what, a Fryar a murderer? When shall you see a Iew commit the like? Why a Turke could a done no more. To morrow is the Sessions; you shall to it. Come Ithimore, let's helpe to take him hence. Villaines, I am a sacred person, touch me not. The Law shall touch you, we'll but lead you, we 'Las I could weepe at your calamity. Take in the staffe too, for that must be showne: Law wils that each particular be knowne. Pilia-borza, didst thou meet with Ithimore? I did. And didst thou deliuer my letter? I did. And what think'st thou, will he come? I think so, and yet I cannot tell, for at the reading of The letter, he look'd like a man of another world. Why so? That such a base slaue as he should be saluted by such A tall man as I am, from such a beautifull dame as you. And what said he? Not a wise word, only gaue me a nod, as who shold say, Is it euen so; and so I left him, being driuen to a Non-plus at the critical aspect of my terrible countenance. And where didst meet him?