Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 507 words
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Gone already; 'Sfoot I ha' marred all, this is worse and worse, he's as cold as Hemlock; if her Highness knows how I have gone to work, she'll thank me scurvily: a pox of all dull brains; I took the clean contrary course: there is a mystery in this slight carelessness of his, I must sift it, and I will find it. ud's me, fool myself out of my wit: well, I'll choose some fitter opportunity to inveigle him, and till then, smooth her up, that he is a man overjoyed with the report.——— Madam, by this light I vow myself your servant; only yours, inespecially yours: time, like a turncoat, may order and disorder the outward fashions of our bodies, but shall never enforce a change on the constancy of my mind, sweet Colona, fair Colona, young and sprightful Lady, do not let me in the best of my youth, languish in my earnest affections. Why should you seek, my Lord, to purchase glory By the disgrace of a silly maid? That I confess too; I am every way so unworthy of the first fruits of thy embraces, so far beneath the riches of thy merit, that it can be no honour to thy fame, to rank me in the number of thy servants, yet prove me how true, how firm I will stand to thy pleasures, to thy command; and as time shall serve be ever thine Now prithee dear Colona. Well, well, my Lord, I have no heart of flint; Or if I had, you know by cunning words How to outwear it.— But. But what? do not pity thy own gentleness, Lovely Colona; shall I speak? shall I? say But I, and our wishes are made up. How shall I say I, when my fears say no? You will not fail to meet two hours hence, sweet. No; yes, yes, I would have said, how my tongue trips. I take that promise, & that double yes as an assurance Of thy faith, in the grove (good sweet remember) In any case alone (d''ee mark love) not as much as your Duchess little dog, (you'll not forget) two hours hence, (Think on't, and miss not,) till then— Oh, if you should prove false, and love another? Defy me then; I'll be all thine, and a servant Only to thee, only to thee.—— Very passing good, three honest women in our Courts Here of Italy, are enough to discredit a whole Nation Of that sex: he that is not a Cuckold, or a Bastard, Is a strangely happy man; for a chaste wife, or a mother That never stepped awry, are wonders, wonders in Italy. 'Slife I have got the feat on't, and am every day More active in my trade; 'tis a sweet sin, this slip Of mortality, and I have tasted enough for one Passion of my senses: Here comes more work for me: And how does my own Iulia, mew upon this sadness? What's the matter you are melancholy? Whither away, wench?
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Gon already; S'foot I ha marr'd all, this is worse and worse, he's as cold as Hemlocke; if her Highnesse knows how I haue gone to worke, she'll thanke me scuruily: a pox of all dull braines; I tooke the cleane contrary course: there is a mysterie in this slight carelesnesse of his, I must sit it, and I will find it. vd's me, foole my selfe out of my wit: well, I'le choose some fitter opportunity to inueagle him, and till then, smooth her vp, that hee is a man ouerioyed with the report.——— Madam, by this light I vow my selfe your seruant; onely yours, inespecially yours: time, like a turne-coat, may order and disorder the outward fashions of our bodies, but shall neuer inforce a change on the constancy of my minde, sweet Colona, faire Colona, young and sprightfull Lady, doe not let me in the best of my youth, languish in my earnest affections. Why should you seeke, my Lord, to purchase glory By the disgrace of a silly maid? That I confesse too; I am euery way so vnworthy of the first fruits of thy embraces, so farbeneath the riches of thy merit, that it can be no honor to thy fame, to rank me in the number of thy seruants, yet proue me how true, how firme I will stand to thy pleasures, to thy command; and as time shall serue be euer thine Now prethe deere Colona. Well, well, my Lord, I haue no heart of flint; Or if I had, you know by cunning words How to out-weare it.—But. But what? doe not pitty thy owne gentlenesse, Louely Colona; shall I speake? shall I? say But I, and our wishes are made vp. How shall I say I, when my feares say no? You wil not faile to meet two houres hence, sweet. No; yes, yes, I would haue said, how my tongue trips. I take that promise, & that double yes as an assurance Of thy faith, in the groue (good sweet remember) In any case alone (d'ee marke loue) not as much as your Dutchesse little dog, (you'll not forget) two houres hence, (Thinke on't, and misse not,) till then— Oh, if you should proue false, and loue another? Defie me then; I'le be all thine, and a seruant Onely to thee, onely to thee.—— Very passing good, three honest women in our Courts Here of Italy, are enough to discredit a whole Nation Of that sexe: he that is not a Cuckold, or a Bastard, Is a strangely happy man; for a chaste wife, or a mother That neuer stept awry, are wonders, wonders in Italy. S'life I haue got the feat on't, and am euery day More actiue in my trade; 'tis a sweet sinne, this slip Of mortality, and I haue tasted enough for one Passion of my senses: Here comes more worke for me: And how does my owne Iulia, mew vpon this sadnesse? What's the matter you are melancholly? Whither away, wench?