Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.86 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
No wonders, Lady, Like these I see at home. At home! as how? Your pardon, if my tongue (the voice of truth) Report but what is warranted by sight. What sight? Look in your glass, and you shall see A miracle. What miracle? Your Beauty, So far above all beauties else abroad, As you are in your own, superlative. Fie, fie, your wit hath too much edge. Would that, Or any thing, that I could challenge mine, Were but of value to express how much I serve in love the sister of my Prince. 'Tis for your PRINCE's sake then, not for mine. For you in him, and much for him in you. I must acknowledge, Madam, I observe In your affects a thing to me most strange, Which makes me so much honour you the more. Pray tell it. Gladly, Lady: I see how opposite to youth and custom You set before you in your tabulature Of your remembrance, the becoming griefs Of a most loyal Lady; for the loss Of so renowned a Prince as was your Lord. Now good my Lord, no more of him. Of him! I know it is a needless task in me To set him forth in his deserved praise, You better can record it; For you find How much more he exceeded other men In most Heroic virtues of account, So much more was your loss in losing him. Of him! his praise should be a field too large, Too spacious, for so mean an Orator As I, to range in. Sir, enough; 'tis true, He well deserved your labour; on his deathbed This Ring he gave me, bade me never part With this, but to the man I loved as dearly As I loved him; yet since you know which way To blaze his worth so rightly, in return To your deserts, wear this for him and me. Madam. 'Tis yours. methought you said, he charged you Not to impart it but to him you loved As dearly as you loved him. True, I said so. O then far be it, my unhallowed hand With any rude intrusion should unveil A Testament enacted by the dead. Why man, that Testament is disannulled, And canceled quite by us that live: look here, My blood is not yet freezed; for better instance Be judge yourself, experience is no danger: Cold are my sighs; but feel, my lips are warm. What means the virtuous marquess? To new kiss The oath to thee, which whiles he lived was his: Hast thou yet power to love? To love? To meet Sweetness of language in discourse as sweet. Madam, 'twere dulness, past the ignorance Of common block heads, not to understand Whereto this favour tends; and 'tis a fortune So much above my Fate, that I could wish No greater happiness on earth; but know, Long since, I vowed to live a single life. What was't you said?
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Length
491 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.862 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
No wonders, Lady, Like these I see at home. At home! as how? Your pardon, if my tongue (the voyce of truth) Report but what is warranted by sight. What sight? Looke in your glasse, and you shall see A miracle. What miracle? Your Beauty, So farre aboue all beauties else abroad, As you are in your owne, superlatiue. Fie, fie, your wit hath too much edge. Would that, Or any thing, that I could challenge mine, Were but of value to expresse how much I serue in loue the sister of my Prince. 'Tis for your Princes sake then, not for mine. For you in him, and much for him in you. I must acknowledge, Madam, I obserue In your affects a thing to me most strange, Which makes me so much honour you the more. Pray tell it. Gladly, Lady: I see how opposite to youth and custome You st before you in your Tableture Of your remembrance, the becomming griefes Of a most loyall Lady; for the losse Of so renown'd a Prince as was your Lord. Now good my Lord, no more of him. Of him! I know it is a needlesse taske in me To set him forth in his deserued praise, You better can record it; For you find How much more hee exceeded other men In most Heroick vertues of account, So much more was your losse in losing him. Of him! his praise should be a field too large, Too spacious, for so meane an Orator As I, to range in. Sir, enough; 'tis true, He well deseru'd your labour; on his death-bed This Ring hee gaue mee, bade mee neuer part With this, but to the man I lou'd as dearely As I lou'd him; yet since you know which way To blaze his worth so rightly, in returne To your deserts, weare this for him and me. Madam. 'Tis yours. Me thought you said, he charg'd you Not to imparrit but to him you lou'd As dearely as you lou'd him. True, I said so. O then farre be it, my vnhallowed hand With any rude intrusion should vnuaile A Testament enacted by the dead. Why man, that Testament is disanull'd, And ncell'd quite by vs that liue: looke here, My bloud is not yet freez'd; for better instance Be iudge your selfe, experience is no danger: old are my sighs; but feele, my lips are warme. What meanes the vertuous Marquesse? To new kisse The oath to thee, which whiles he liu'd was his: Hast thou yet power to loue? To loue? To meet Sweetnesse of language in discourse as sweet. Madam, 'twere dulnesse, past the ignorance Of common block heads, not to vnderstand Whereto this fauour tends; and 'tis a fortune So much aboue my Fate, that I could wish No greater happinesse on earth; but know, Long since, I vow'd to liue a single life. What was't you said?