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 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
My Clergy help me; My Queen! and nothing for it but a pawn? Why then the game's lost too; but play. What Madam? You must needs play well, You are so studious.— Fie upon't, you study past patience:— What d''ee dream on? here's demurring Would weary out a statue.— Good now play. Forgive me, let my knees for ever stick Nailed to the ground, as earthy as my fears; ere I arise, to part away so cursed In my unbounded anguish, as the rage Of flame's, beyond all Utterance of words, Devour me; lightened by your sacred eyes. What means the man? To lay before your feet In lowest vassalage, the bleeding heart That sighs the tender of a suit disdained. Great Lady pity me, my youth, my wounds, And do not think, that I have culled this time From motions swiftest measure, to unclasp The book of lust; if purity of love Have residence in virtue's quest; lo here, Bent lower in my heart than on my knee, I beg compassion to a love, as chaste As softness of desire can intimate. At it already? admirable haste. Am I again betrayed?— bad man. Keep in Bright Angel, that severer breath, to cool That heat of cruelty, which sways the Temple Of your too stony breast; you cannot urge One reason to rebuke my trembling plea, Which I have not, with many night's expense, Examined; but, O Madam, still I find No Physic strong to cure a tortured mind, But freedom from the torture it sustains. Not kissing yet? still on your knees? O for a plump Bed and clean sheets, to comfort the aking of his shins! We shall have 'em clip anon, and lisp kisses; here's ceremony with a vengeance. Rise up, we charge you, rise; look on our face. What see you there that may persuade a hope Of lawless love? Know, most unworthy man, So much we hate the baseness of thy lust, As were none living of thy sex but thee, We had much rather prostitute our blood To some envenomed Serpent, then admit Thy bestial dalliance: couldst thou dare to speak Again, when we forbade? no, wretched thing, Take this for answer; If thou henceforth ope Thy leprous mouth to tempt our ear again, We shall not only certify our Lord Of thy disease in friendship, but revenge Thy boldness with the forfeit of thy life. Think on't. Now, now, now the game is afoot, your grey jennet with the white face is curried, forsooth; please your Lordship leap up into the saddle, forsooth;— poor Duke, how does thy head ache now? Stay, go not hence in choler, blessed woman! Y'have schooled me, lend me hearing; though the float Of infinite desires swell to a tide Too high so soon to ebb, yet by this hand, This glorious gracious hand of yours— I marry, the match is made, clap hands and to't ho.
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My Clergy helpe me; My Queene! and nothing for it but a pawne? Why then the game's lost too; but play. What Madam? You must needs play well, You are so studious.— Fie vpon't, you study past patience:— What d'ee dreame on? here's demurring Would weary out a statue.—Good now play. Forgiue me, let my knees for euer stick Nayl'd to the ground, as earthy as my feares; E're I arise, to part away so curst In my vnbounded anguish, as the rage Of flame's, beyond all Vtterance of words, Deuoure me; lightned by your sacred eyes. What meanes the man? To lay before your feet In lowest vassalage, the bleeding heart That sighes the tender of a suit disdain'd. Great Lady pitty me, my youth, my wounds, And doe not thinke, that I haue cull'd this time From motions swiftest measure, to vnclaspe The booke of lust; if purity of loue Haue residenee in vertues quest; loe here, Bent lower in my heart than on my knee, I beg compassion to a loue, as chast As softnesse of desire can intimate. At it already? admirable hast. Am I againe betray'd?—bad man. Keepe in Bright Angell, that seuerer breath, to coole That heat of cruelty, which swayes the Temple Of your too stony breast; you cannot vrge One reason to rebuke my trembling plea, Which I haue not, with many nights expence, Examin'd; but, O Madam, still I find No Physicke strong to cure a tottur'd mind, But freedome from the torture it sustaines. Not kissing yet? still on vour knees? O for a plump Bed and cleane sheets, to comfort the aking of his shinnes! We shall haue 'em clip anon, and lispe kisses; here's ceremony with a vengeance. Rise vp, we charge you, rise; looke on our face. What see you there that may perswade a hope Of lawlesse loue? Know, most vnworthy man, So much we hae the basenesse of thy lust, As were none liuing of thy sexe but thee, We had much rather prostitute our blood To some inuenom'd Serpent, then admit Thy bestiall dalliance: couldst thou dare to speake Againe, when we forbad? no, wretched thing, Take this for answer; If thou henceforth ope Thy leprous mouth to tempt our eare againe, We shall not onely certifie our Lord Of thy disease in friendship, but reuenge Thy boldnesse with the forfeit of thy life. Thinke on't. Now, now, now the game is a foot, your gray Iennet with the white face is curried, forsooth; please your Lordship leape vp into the saddle, forsooth;—poore Duke, how does thy head ake now? Stay, goe not hence in choller, blessed woman! Y'haue school'd me, lend me hearing; though the float Of infinite desires swell to a tide Too high so soone to ebbe, yet by this hand, This glorious gracious hand of yours— I marry, the match is made, clap hands and too't ho.