Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.85 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
O my Lord, my Lord, you have gotten an everlasting fame; the Duke's grace, and the Duchess grace, and my Lord Fernando's grace, with all the rabble of Courtiers, have heard every word, look where they stand: now you shall be made a Count for your wit, and I Lord for my Counsel. Be shrew the chance, we are discovered. Pity,— oh my wisdom! I must speak to them. O Duke most great, and most renowned Duchess! Excuse my apprehension, which not much's: 'Tis love, my Lord, that's all the hurt you see, Angelica herself plead for me. We pardon you, most wise and learned Lord, And that we may all glorify your wit, Entreat your wisdom's company today, To grace our talk with your grave discourse: What says your mighty eloquence? Giacopo, help me; his Grace has put me out my own Bias, and I know not what to answer in form. ud's me, tell him you'll come. Yes, I will come, my Lord the Duke, I will. We take your word, and wish your honour health. Away then; come Biancha, we have found A salve for melancholy. Mirth & ease.— I'll see the jolly lover and his glass Take leave of one another. Are they gone? O my Lord, I do now smell news. What news, Giacopo? The Duke has a smackering towards you, and you shall clap up with his sister, the widow, suddenly. She is mine, Giacopo, she is mine; advance the glass, Giacopo, that I may practise as I pass, to walk a portly grace like a marquess; to which degree I am now a climbing. Thus do we march to honour's haven of bliss, To ride in triumph through Persepolis. Now, as I live, Here's laughter worthy our presence; I will not lose him so.—— Madam. To me, my Lord! Please but to hear The story of a Castaway in love; And o let not the passage of a jest Make slight a sadder subject, who hath placed All happiness in your diviner eyes. My Lord, the time—— The time! yet hear me speak, For I must speak or burst: I have a soul So anchored down with cares in seas of woe, That passion, and the vows I owe to you, Have changed me to a lean Anatomy, Sweet Princess of my life— Forbear, or I shall— Yet as you honour virtue, do not freeze My hopes to more discomfort, then as yet My fears suggest; no beauty so adorns The composition of a well-built mind, As pity: hear me out. No more; I spare To tell you what you are; and must confess, Do almost hate my judgement, that it once Thought goodness dwelled in you: remember now It is the third time since your treacherous tongue Hath pleaded treason to my care and fame; Yet for the friendship twixt my Lord and you, I have not voiced your follies; if you dare To speak a fourth time, you shall rue your lust: 'tis all no better; learn, and love yourself.
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O my Lord, my Lord, you haue gotten an euerlasting fame; the Dukes grace, and the Dutchesse grace, and my Lord Fernando's grace, with all the rabble of Courtiers, haue heard euery word, looke where they stand: now you shall be made a Count for your wit, and I Lord for my Counsell. Be shrew the chance, we are discouer'd. Pitty,—oh my wisdome! I must speake to them. O Duke most great, and most renowed Dutchesse! Excuse my apprehension, which not much-is: 'Tis loue, my Lord, that's all the hurt you see, Angelica her selfe plead for me. We pardon you, most wise and learned Lord, And that we may all glorifie your wit, Intreat your wisdomes company to day, To grace our talke with your graue discourse: What sayes your mighty eloquence? Giacopo, helpe me; his Grace has put mee out my owne Bias, and I know not what to answer in forme. Vd's me, tell him you'll come. Yes, I will come, my Lord the Duke, I will. We take your word, and wish your honor health. Away then; come Biancha, we haue found A salue for mellancholy. Mirth & ease.— I'le see the jolly louer and his glasse Take leaue of one another. Are they gone? O my Lord, I doe now smell newes. What newes, Giacopo? The Duke has a smackering towards you, and you shall clap vp with his sister, the widow, suddenly. She is mine, Giacopo, she is mine; aduance the glasse, Giacapo, that I may practise as I passe, to walke a portly grace like a Marquesse; to which degree I am now a climbing. Thus doe we march to honors hauen of blisse, To ride in triumph through Persepolis. Now, as I liue, Here's laughter worthy our presence; I will not lose him so.—— Madam. To me, my Lord! Please but to heare The story of a Cast-away in loue; And ô let not the passage of a jest Make slight a sadder subiect, who hath plac'd All happinesse in your diuiner eyes. My Lord, the time—— The time! yet heare me speake, For I must speake or burst: I haue a soule So anchor'd downe with cares in seas of woe, That passion, and the vowes I owe to you, Haue chang'd me to a leane Anatomy, Sweet Princesse of my life— Forbeare, or I shall— Yet as you honour vertue, doe not freeze My hopes to more discomfort, then as yet My feares suggest; no beauty so adornes The composition of a well-built mind, As pitty: heare me out. No more; I spare To tell you what you are; and must confesse, Doe almost hate my judgement, that it once Thought goodnesse dwelt in you: remember now It is the third time since your treacherous tongue Hath pleaded treason to my care and fame; Yet for the friendship 'twixt my Lord and you, I haue not voye'd your follies; if you dare To speake a fourth time, you shall rue your lust: Tis all no better; learne, and loue your selfe.