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 · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Upon mine own freehold within 40 foot of the Gallows, cunning his neck-verse I take it, looking of a friar's Execution, whom I saluted with an old hempen proverb, Hidie tibi, cras mihi, and so I left him to the mercy Of the Hangman: but the Exercise being done, see where He comes. I never knew a man take his death so patiently as This Friar; he was ready to leap off e'er the halter was About his neck; and when the Hangman had put on his Hempen Tippet, he made such haste to his prayers, as if He had had another Cure to serve; well, go whither He will, I'll be none of his followers in haste: And now I think on't, going to the execution, a fellow Met me with a mustachoes like a raven's wing, and A Dagger with a hilt like a warming-pan, and he Gave me a letter from one Madam Bellamira, Saluting me in such sort as if he had meant to make Clean my Boots with his lips; the effect was, that I should come to her house, I wonder what the reason is; It may be she sees more in me than I can find in myself: for she writes further, that she loves me Ever since she saw me, and who would not requite such Love? here's her house, and here she comes, and now Would I were gone, I am not worthy to look upon her. This is the Gentleman you writ to. Gentleman, he flouts me, what gentry can be in a Poor Turk of ten pence? I'll be gone. Is't not a sweet faced youth, Pilia? Again, sweet youth; did not you, Sir, bring the sweet Youth a letter? I did Sir, and from this Gentlewoman, who as my Self, & the rest of the family, stand or fall at your service. Though woman's modesty should hale me back, I can withhold no longer; welcome sweet love. Now am I clean, or rather foully out of the way. Whither so soon? I'll go steal some money from my Master to Make me handsome: Pray pardon me, I must go see a ship discharged. Canst thou be so unkind to leave me thus? And ye did but know how she loves you, Sir. Nay, I care not how much she loves me; Sweet Allamira, would I had my Master's wealth for thy sake: And you can have it, Sir, and if you please. If 'twere above ground I could, and would have it; But he hides and buries it up as Partridges do Their eggs, under the earth. And is't not possible to find it out? By no means possible. What shall we do with this base villain then? Let me alone, do but you speak him fair: But you know some secrets of the Iew, which if they were Revealed, would do him harm. ay, and such as— Go to, no more, I'll make him send me half he has, & glad he scapes so too. Pen and Ink: I'll write unto him, we'll have money straight.
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Vpon mine owne free-hold within 40 foot of the Gallowes, conning his neck-verse I take it, looking of a Fryars Execution, whom I saluted with an old hempen prouerb, Hidie tibi, cras mihi, and so I left him to the mercy Of the Hangman: but the Exercise being done, see where He comes. I neuer knew a man take his death so patiently as This Fryar; he was ready to leape off e're the halter was About his necke; and when the Hangman had put on his Hempen Tippet, he made such haste to his prayers, as if Hee had had another Cure to serue; well, goe whither He will, I'le be none of his followers in haste: And now I thinke on't, going to the execution, a fellow Met me with a muschatoes like a Rauens wing, and A Dagger with a hilt like a warming-pan, and he Gaue me a letter from one Madam Bellamira, Saluting me in such sort as if he had meant to make Cleane my Boots with his lips; the effect was, that I should come to her house, I wonder what the reason is; It may be she sees more in me than I can find in My selfe: for she writes further, that she loues me Euer since she saw me, and who would not requie such Loue hee's her house, and here she comes, and now Would I were gone, I am not worthy to looke vpon her. This is the Gentleman you writ to. Gentleman, he flouts me, what gentry can be in a Poore Turke of ten pence? I'le be gone. Is't not a sweet fac'd youth, Pilia? Agen, sweet youth; did not you, Sir, bring the sweet Youth a letter? I did Sir, and from this Gentlewoman, who as my Selfe, & the rest of the family, stand or fall at your seruice. Though womans modesty should hale me backe, I can with-hold no longer; welcome sweet loue. Now am I cleane, or rather fouly out of the way. Whither so soone? I'le goe steale some mony from my Master to Make me hansome: Pray pardon me, I must goe see a ship discharg'd. Canst thou be so vnkind to leaue me thus? And ye did but know how she loues you, Sir. Nay, I care not how much she loues me; Sweet Allamira, would I had my Masters wealth for thy sake: And you can haue it, Sir, and if you please. If 'twere aboue ground I could, and would haue it; But hee hides and buries it vp as Partridges doe Their egges, vnder the earth. And is't not possible to find it out? By no meanes possible. What shall we doe with this base villaine then? Let me alone, doe but you speake him faire: But you know some secrets of the Iew, which if they were Reueal'd, would doe him harme. I, and such as — Goe to, no more, I'le make him send me half he has, & glad he scapes so too. Pen and Inke: I'le write vnto him, we'le haue mony strait.