Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 500 words
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That's your music. Thus I reverse my pace, and thus stalkingly in Courtly gate I advance, one, two, and three.— Good, I kiss my hand, make my Congee, settle my countenance, and thus begin.— Hold up the glass higher, Giacopo. Thus high, Sir? 'Tis well, now mark me: Most excellent marquess, most fair Lady, Let not old age, or hairs that are silver Disparage my desire; for it may be I am then other green youth nimbler: Since I am your grace's servant so true, Great Lady than love me for my virtue. Oh Giacopo! Petrarch was a dunce, Dante's a jig-maker, S'anazar a goose, and Ariosto a puckfist to me: I tell thee, Giacopo, I am wrapped with fury, And have been for these six nights together Drunk with the pure liquour of Helicon. I think no less, Sir; For you look as wild, and talk as idly As if you had not slept these nine years. What think you of this language, sister? Sir, I think, in princes' Courts, no age nor greatness But must admit the fool; in me 'twere folly To scorn what greater states than I have been. O, but you are too general. A fool; I thank your Highness; many a woman's wit Have thought themselves much better, was much worse. You still mistake me. Silence, note the rest. God-a-mercy brains; Giocopo, I have it. What? my Lord? A conceit, Giacopo, and a fine one; down on thy knees, Giocopo, and worship my wit; give me both thy ears: thus it is, I will have my picture drawn most composituously in a squire table of some too foot long, from the crown of the head to the waste downward, no further. Then you'll look like a dwarf, Sir, being cut off by the middle. Speak not thou, but wonder at the conceit that follows; In my bosom on my left side. I will have a lease of blood-red crimson velvet (as it were part of my doublet) open; Which being opened, Giacopo, (now mark) I will have a clear and most transparent Crystal in the form of a heart.— (Singular admirable.) When I have framed this, I will, as some rare outlandish piece of workmanship, bestow it on the most fair and illustrious Lady Fiormonda. But now, Sir, for the conceit. Simplicity and Ignorance, prate no more: blockhead, dost not understand yet? why this being to her instead of a looking-glass, she shall no oftener powder her hair, surfell her cheeks, cleanse her teeth, or conform the hairs of her eyebrows, but having occasion to use this glass (which for the rareness and richness of it, she will hourly do) but she shall as often gaze on my picture, remember me, and behold the excellence of her Excellency's beauty, in the prospective and mirror, as it were, in my heart. I marry, Sir, this is something. All above. Ha, ha, ha.—— My sister's gone in anger. Who's that laughs? search with thine eyes, Giacopo.
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That's your musicke. Thus I reuerse my pace, and thus stalkingly in Courtly gate I aduance, one, two, and three.—Good, I kisse my hand, make my Congee, settle my countenance, and thus begin.—Hold vp the glasse higher, Giacopo. Thus high, Sir? 'Tis well, now marke me: Most excellent Marquesse, most faire La-dy, Let not old age, or haires that are sil-uer Dis-parage my desire; for it may be I am then other greene youth nimb-ler: Since I am your gra-ces seruant so true, Great Lady then loue me for my ver-tue. Oh Giacopo! Petrach was a dunce, Dantes a Iig-maker, S'anazar a goose, and Arosto a puck-fist to me: I tell thee, Giacopo, I am wrap'd with fury, And haue beene for these six nights together Drunke with the pure liquor of Helycon. I thinke no lesse, Sir; For you looke as wild, and talke as idlely As if you had not slept these nine yeares. What thinke you of this language, sister? Sir, I thinke, in princes Courts, no age nor greatnes But must admit the foole; in me 'twere folly To scorne what greater states than I haue bin. O, but you are too generall. A foole; I thanke your Highnesse; many a womans wit Haue thought themselues much better, was much worse. You still mistake me. Silence, note the rest. God-a-mercy braines; Giocopo, I haue it. What? my Lord? A conceit, Giacopo, and a fine one; downe on thy knees, Giocopo, and worship my wit; giue me both thy eares: thus it is, I will haue my picture drawn most composituously in a squire table of some too foot long, from the crowne of the head to the waste downward, no further. Then you'le looke like a dwarfe, Sir, being cut off by the middle. Speake not thou, but wonder at the conceit that followes; In my bosome on my left side. I will haue a lease of blood-red crimson veluet (as it were part of my doublet) open; Which being open'd, Giacopo, (now marke) I will haue a cleare and most transparent Chrystall in the forme of a heart.—(Singular admirable.) When I haue framed this, I will, as some rare outlandish peece of workemanship, bestow it on the most faire and illustrious Lady Fiormonda. But now, Sir, for the conceit. Simplicity and Ignorance, prate no more: blockhead, dost not vnderstand yet? why this being to her instead of a Looking-glasse, she shall no oftner powder her haire, surfell her cheekes, cleanse her teeth, or conforme the haires of her eye-browes, but hauing occasion to vse this glasse (which for the rarenesse and richnesse of it, she will hourely doe) but she shall as often gaze on my picture, remember me, and behold the excellence of her excellencies beauty, in the prospectiue and mirror, as it were, in my heart. I marry, Sir, this is something. All aboue. Ha, ha, ha.—— My sister's gone in anger. Who's that laughs? search with thine eyes, Giacopo.