Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Oh Madam— To witness that I speak is truth,— look here, Thus singly I adventure to thy bed, And do confess my weakness; if thou temptest My bosom to thy pleasures, I will yield. Perpetual happiness! Now hear me out: When first Caraffa, Pavy's Duke, my Lord, Saw me, he loved me; and without respect Of dower, took me to his bed and bosom, Advanced me to the titles I possess; Not moved by Counsel, or removed by greatness, Which to requite, betwixt my soul and heaven, I vowed a vow to live a constant wife; I have done so: nor was there in the world A man created, could have broke that truth For all the glories of the earth, but thou; But thou, Fernando: Do I love thee now? Beyond imagination. True, I do, Beyond imagination: if no pledge Of love can instance what I speak is true, But loss of my best joys, here, here, Fernando, Be satisfied, and ruin me. What d''ee mean? To give my body up to thy embraces, A pleasure that I never wished to thrive in, Before this fatal minute: mark me now; If thou dost spoil me of this robe of shame, By my best comforts, here I vow again, To thee, to heaven, to the world, to time, ere yet the morning shall new christen day, I'll kill myself. How madam, how? I will: Do what thou wilt, 'tis in thy choice; what say ye? Pish, do you come to try me? tell me, first, Will you but grant a kiss? Yes, take it; that, Or what thy heart can wish: I am all thine. Oh me— Come, come, how many women pray Were ever heard or read of, granted love, And did as you protest you will? Fernando; jest not at my calamity: I kneel:— By these disheveled hairs, these wretched tears, By all that's good, if what I speak, my heart Vows not eternally, then think, my Lord, Was never man sued to me I denied, Think me a common and most cunning whore, And let my sins be written on my grave, My name rest in reproof.— Do as you list I must believe ye, yet I hope anon, When you are parted from me, you will say I was a good cold easy-spirited man: Nay, laugh at my simplicity; say, will ye? No by the faith I owe my Bridal vows: But ever hold thee much much dearer far Than all my joys on earth, by this chaste kiss. You have prevailed, and heaven forbid that I Should by a want on appetite profane This sacred Temple; 'tis enough for me You'll please to call me servant. Nay, be thine: Command my power, my bosom; and I'll write This love within the tables of my heart. Enough; I'll master passion, and triumph In being conquered; adding to it this, In you my love, as it begun, shall end.
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Oh Madam— To witnesse that I speake is truth,—looke here, Thus singly I aduenture to thy bed, And doe confesse my weaknesse; if thou tempt'st My bosome to thy pleasures, I will yeeld. Perpetuall happinesse! Now heare me out: When first Caraffa, Pauy's Duke, my Lord, Saw me, he lou'd me; and without respect Of dower, tooke me to his bed and bosome, Aduanc'd me to the title possesse; Not mou'd by Counsell, or remou'd by greatnesse, Which to requite, betwixt my soule and heauen, I vow'd a vow to liue a constant wife; I haue done so: nor was there in the world A man created, could haue broke that truth For all the glories of the earth, but thou; But thou, Fernando: Doe I loue thee now? Beyond imagination. True, I doe, Beyond imagination: if no pledge Of loue can instance what I speake is true, But losse of my best ioyes, here, here, Fernando, Be satisfied, and ruine me. What d'ee meane? To giue my body vp to thy embraces, A pleasure that I neuer wish'd to thriue in, Before this fatall minute: marke me now; If thou dost spoyle me of this robe of ame, By my best comforts, here I vow agen, To thee, to heauen, to the world, to time, E're yet the morning shall new christen day, I'le kill my selfe. How madam, how? I will: Doe what thou wilt, 'tis in thy choyce; what say yee? Pish, doe you come to try me? tell me, first, Will you but grant a kisse? Yes, take it; that, Or what thy heart can wish: I am all thine. Oh me—Come, come, how many women pray Were euer heard or read of, granted loue, And did as you protest you will? Fernando; Iest not at my calamity: I kneele:— By these disheauel'd hayres, these wretched teares, By all that's good, if what I speake, my heart Vowes not eternally, then thinke, my Lord, Was neuer man su'd to me I deny'd, Thinke me a common and most cunning whore, And let my sinnes be written on my graue, My name rest in reproofe.—Doe as you list I must beleeue ye, yet I hope anon, When you are parted from me, you will say I was a good cold easie-spirited man: Nay, laugh at my simplicity; say, will ye? No by the faith I owe my Bridall vowes: But euer hold thee much much dearer farre Then all my ioyes on earth, by this chast kisse. You haue preuail'd, and heauen forbid that Should by a want on appetite prophane This sacred Temple; 'tis enough for me You'll please to call me seruant. Nay, be thine: Command my power, my bosome; and I'le write This loue within the tables of my heart. Enough; I'le master passion, and triumph In being conquer'd; adding to it this, In you my loue, as it begun, shall end.