Speeches (Lines) for Friar Francis in "Much Ado About Nothing"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 IV / 1
  • You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady.
  • You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady.
  • Leonato. Come, Friar Francis, be brief; only to the plain
    form of marriage, and you shall recount their
    particular duties afterwards.

    Friar Francis. You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady.

2 IV / 1
  • Lady, you come hither to be married to this count.
  • Lady, you come hither to be married to this count.
  • Leonato. To be married to her: friar, you come to marry her.

    Friar Francis. Lady, you come hither to be married to this count.

3 IV / 1
  • If either of you know any inward impediment why you
    should not be conjoined,...
  • If either of you know any inward impediment why you
    should not be conjoined, charge you, on your souls,
    to utter it.
  • Hero. I do.

    Friar Francis. If either of you know any inward impediment why you
    should not be conjoined, charge you, on your souls,
    to utter it.

4 IV / 1
  • Know you any, count?
  • Know you any, count?
  • Hero. None, my lord.

    Friar Francis. Know you any, count?

5 IV / 1
  • Have comfort, lady.
  • Have comfort, lady.
  • Beatrice. How now, cousin Hero!

    Friar Francis. Have comfort, lady.

6 IV / 1
  • Yea, wherefore should she not?
  • Yea, wherefore should she not?
  • Leonato. Dost thou look up?

    Friar Francis. Yea, wherefore should she not?

7 IV / 1
  • Hear me a little; for I have only been
    Silent so long and given way unto
  • Hear me a little; for I have only been
    Silent so long and given way unto
    This course of fortune [--]
    By noting of the lady I have mark'd
    A thousand blushing apparitions
    To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
    In angel whiteness beat away those blushes;
    And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
    To burn the errors that these princes hold
    Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool;
    Trust not my reading nor my observations,
    Which with experimental seal doth warrant
    The tenor of my book; trust not my age,
    My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
    If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
    Under some biting error.
  • Leonato. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is stronger made
    Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron!
    Would the two princes lie, and Claudio lie,
    Who loved her so, that, speaking of her foulness,
    Wash'd it with tears? Hence from her! let her die.

    Friar Francis. Hear me a little; for I have only been
    Silent so long and given way unto
    This course of fortune [--]
    By noting of the lady I have mark'd
    A thousand blushing apparitions
    To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
    In angel whiteness beat away those blushes;
    And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
    To burn the errors that these princes hold
    Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool;
    Trust not my reading nor my observations,
    Which with experimental seal doth warrant
    The tenor of my book; trust not my age,
    My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
    If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
    Under some biting error.

8 IV / 1
  • Lady, what man is he you are accused of?
  • Lady, what man is he you are accused of?
  • Leonato. Friar, it cannot be.
    Thou seest that all the grace that she hath left
    Is that she will not add to her damnation
    A sin of perjury; she not denies it:
    Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse
    That which appears in proper nakedness?

    Friar Francis. Lady, what man is he you are accused of?

9 IV / 1
  • There is some strange misprision in the princes.
  • There is some strange misprision in the princes.
  • Hero. They know that do accuse me; I know none:
    If I know more of any man alive
    Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant,
    Let all my sins lack mercy! O my father,
    Prove you that any man with me conversed
    At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight
    Maintain'd the change of words with any creature,
    Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death!

    Friar Francis. There is some strange misprision in the princes.

10 IV / 1
  • Pause awhile,
    And let my counsel sway you in this case.
    Your daughter he...
  • Pause awhile,
    And let my counsel sway you in this case.
    Your daughter here the princes left for dead:
    Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
    And publish it that she is dead indeed;
    Maintain a mourning ostentation
    And on your family's old monument
    Hang mournful epitaphs and do all rites
    That appertain unto a burial.
  • Leonato. I know not. If they speak but truth of her,
    These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour,
    The proudest of them shall well hear of it.
    Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
    Nor age so eat up my invention,
    Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
    Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
    But they shall find, awaked in such a kind,
    Both strength of limb and policy of mind,
    Ability in means and choice of friends,
    To quit me of them throughly.

    Friar Francis. Pause awhile,
    And let my counsel sway you in this case.
    Your daughter here the princes left for dead:
    Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
    And publish it that she is dead indeed;
    Maintain a mourning ostentation
    And on your family's old monument
    Hang mournful epitaphs and do all rites
    That appertain unto a burial.

11 IV / 1
  • Marry, this well carried shall on her behalf
    Change slander to remorse; that...
  • Marry, this well carried shall on her behalf
    Change slander to remorse; that is some good:
    But not for that dream I on this strange course,
    But on this travail look for greater birth.
    She dying, as it must so be maintain'd,
    Upon the instant that she was accused,
    Shall be lamented, pitied and excused
    Of every hearer: for it so falls out
    That what we have we prize not to the worth
    Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost,
    Why, then we rack the value, then we find
    The virtue that possession would not show us
    Whiles it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio:
    When he shall hear she died upon his words,
    The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
    Into his study of imagination,
    And every lovely organ of her life
    Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
    More moving-delicate and full of life,
    Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
    Than when she lived indeed; then shall he mourn,
    If ever love had interest in his liver,
    And wish he had not so accused her,
    No, though he thought his accusation true.
    Let this be so, and doubt not but success
    Will fashion the event in better shape
    Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
    But if all aim but this be levell'd false,
    The supposition of the lady's death
    Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
    And if it sort not well, you may conceal her,
    As best befits her wounded reputation,
    In some reclusive and religious life,
    Out of all eyes, tongues, minds and injuries.
  • Leonato. What shall become of this? what will this do?

    Friar Francis. Marry, this well carried shall on her behalf
    Change slander to remorse; that is some good:
    But not for that dream I on this strange course,
    But on this travail look for greater birth.
    She dying, as it must so be maintain'd,
    Upon the instant that she was accused,
    Shall be lamented, pitied and excused
    Of every hearer: for it so falls out
    That what we have we prize not to the worth
    Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost,
    Why, then we rack the value, then we find
    The virtue that possession would not show us
    Whiles it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio:
    When he shall hear she died upon his words,
    The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
    Into his study of imagination,
    And every lovely organ of her life
    Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
    More moving-delicate and full of life,
    Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
    Than when she lived indeed; then shall he mourn,
    If ever love had interest in his liver,
    And wish he had not so accused her,
    No, though he thought his accusation true.
    Let this be so, and doubt not but success
    Will fashion the event in better shape
    Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
    But if all aim but this be levell'd false,
    The supposition of the lady's death
    Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
    And if it sort not well, you may conceal her,
    As best befits her wounded reputation,
    In some reclusive and religious life,
    Out of all eyes, tongues, minds and injuries.

12 IV / 1
  • 'Tis well consented: presently away;
    For to strange sores strangely they str...
  • 'Tis well consented: presently away;
    For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure.
    Come, lady, die to live: this wedding-day
    Perhaps is but prolong'd: have patience and endure.
  • Leonato. Being that I flow in grief,
    The smallest twine may lead me.

    Friar Francis. 'Tis well consented: presently away;
    For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure.
    Come, lady, die to live: this wedding-day
    Perhaps is but prolong'd: have patience and endure.

13 V / 4
  • Did I not tell you she was innocent?
  • Did I not tell you she was innocent?
  • Claudio. And Hymen now with luckier issue speed's
    Than this for whom we render'd up this woe.

    Friar Francis. Did I not tell you she was innocent?

14 V / 4
  • To do what, signior?
  • To do what, signior?
  • Benedick. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think.

    Friar Francis. To do what, signior?

15 V / 4
  • And my help.
    Here comes the prince and Claudio.
  • And my help.
    Here comes the prince and Claudio.
  • Leonato. My heart is with your liking.

    Friar Francis. And my help.
    Here comes the prince and Claudio.

16 V / 4
  • All this amazement can I qualify:
    When after that the holy rites are ended,...
  • All this amazement can I qualify:
    When after that the holy rites are ended,
    I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death:
    Meantime let wonder seem familiar,
    And to the chapel let us presently.
  • Leonato. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander lived.

    Friar Francis. All this amazement can I qualify:
    When after that the holy rites are ended,
    I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death:
    Meantime let wonder seem familiar,
    And to the chapel let us presently.

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