Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
The latter I new vow— but day comes on, What now we leave unfinished of content, Each hour shall perfect up: Sweet, let's part. This kiss,— best life good rest. All mine to thee. Remember this, and think I speak thy words: When I am dead, rip up my heart and read With constant eyes, what now my tongue defines, Fernando's name carved out in bloody lines. Once more good rest, Sweet. Your most faithful servant. GEt from me, strumpet, in famous whore, leprosy of my blood, make thy moan to Ballad singers, and Rhymers, they'll jig out thy wretchedness and abominations to new tunes; as for me, I renounce thee, thouart no daughter of mine, I disclaim the legitimation of thy birth, and Curse the hour of thy Nativity. Pray Sir vouchsafe me hearing. With child I shame to my grave! Oh whore, wretched beyond utterance or reformation! What wouldst say? Sir, by the honour of my mother's hearse, He has protested marriage, pledged his faith: If vows have any force, I am his wife. His faith? Why thou fool, thou wickedly credulous fool, Canst thou imagine Luxury is observant of Religion? No, no, it is with a frequent Lecher as usual to for swear as to swear, their piety is in making idolatry a worship, their hearts and their tongues are as different as thou (thou whore) and a Virgin. You are too violent, his truth will prove His constancy, and so excuse my fault. Shameless woman! this belief will damn thee: how will thy Lady marquess justly reprove me, for preferring to her service a monster of so lewd and impudent a life? Look to't; if thy smooth devil leave thee to thy infamy, I will never pity thy mortal pangs, never lodge thee under my roof, never own thee for my child; mercy be my witness.— Hide not thy folly by unwise excuse. Thou art undone, Colona; no entreaties, No warning, no persuasion, could put off The habit of thy dotage on that man Of much deceit, Ferentes: would thine eyes Had seen me in my grave, ere I had known The stain of this thine honour. Good my Lord, Reclaim your incredulity; my fault Proceeds from lawful composition Of Wedlock; he hath sealed his oath to mine, To be my husband. Husband? heigh da! is't even so? nay then we have partners in affliction: if my jolly gallants long Clapper have struck on both sides, all is well: Petruchio, thou art not wise enough to be a Parator; come hither man, come hither, speak softly, is thy daughter with child? With child, Nibrassa? Foe, do not trick me off, I overheard your gambling; Hark in thine ear, so is mine too. Alas, my Lord, by whom? Innocent by whom: what an idle question is that? One Cock hath trod both our Hens, Ferentes, Ferentes: who else? How dost take it? methinks thou art wondrous patient: Why, I am mad, stark mad.
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The latter I new vow—but day comes on, What now we leaue vnfinish'd of content, Each houre shall perfect vp: Sweet, let's part. This kisse,—best life good rest. All mine to thee. Remember this, and thinke I speake thy words: When I am dead, rip vp my heart and read With constant eyes, what now my tongue defines, Fernando's name caru'd out in bloody lines. Once more good rest, Sweet. Your most faithfull seruant. GEt from me, strumpet, in famous whore, leprosie of my blood, make thy moane to Ballad singers, and Rimers, they'll Iigge out thy wretchednesse and abominations to new tunes; as for me, I renounce thee, th'art no daughter of mine, I disclayne the legitimation of thy birth, and Curse the houre of thy Natiuity. Pray Sir vouchsafe me hearing. With child I shame to my graue! Oh whoore, wretched beyond vtterance or reformation! What would'st say? Sir, by the honor of my mothers hearse, He has protested marriage, pledg'd his faith: If vowes haue any force, I am his wife. His faith? Why thou foole, thou wickedly credulous foole, Canst thou imagine Luxury is obseruant of Religion? No, no, it is with a frequent Lecher as vsuall to for sweare as to sweare, their piety is in making idolatry a worship, their harts and their tongues are as different as thou (thou whorel) and a Virgin. You are too violent, his truth will proue His constancy, and so excuse my fault. Shamelesse woman! this beleefe will damne thee: how will thy Lady Marquesse iustly reproue me, for preferring to her seruice a monster of so lewd and impudent a life? Looke too't; if thy smooth diuell leaue thee to thy infamy, I will neuer pitty thy mortall pangs, neuer lodge thee vnder my roofe, neuer owne thee for my childe; mercy bee my witnesse.— Hide not thy folly by vnwise excuse. Thou art vndone, Colona; no entreaties, No warning, no perswasion, could put off The habit of thy dotage on that man Of much deceit, Ferentes: would thine eyes Had seene me in my graue, e're I had knowne The staine of this thine honour. Good my Lord, Reclaime your incredulitie; my fault Proceeds from lawfull composition Of Wedlocke; he hath seal'd his oath to mine, To be my husband. Husband? hey da! is't euen so? nay then we haue partners in affliction: if my jolly gallants long Clapper haue strucke on both sides, all is well: Petruchio, thou art not wise enough to be a Parator; come hither man, come hither, speak softly, is thy daughter with child? With child, Nibrassa? Fo, doe not trick me off, I ouerheard your gabling; Harke in thine eare, so is mine too. Alas, my Lord, by whom? Innocent by whom: what an idle question is that? One Cocke hath trod both our Hens, Ferentes, Ferentes: who else? How dost take it? me thikes thou att wondrous patient: Why, I am mad, starke mad.