Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.78 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Your Uncle (Sweetheart) at his next return, Must be saluted Cardinal: Ferentes, Be it your charge to think on some device To entertain the present with delight. My Lord, in honour to the Court of Pavy, I'll join with you: Ferentes, not long since, I saw in Brussels, at my being there, The Duke of Brabant welcome the Archbishop Of Mentz with rare conceit, even on a sudden Performed by Knights and Ladies of his Court, In nature of an Antic; which, methought, (For that I ne'er before saw women Antics) Was for the newness strange, and much commended. Now good my Lord Fernando further this In any wise, it cannot but content. If she entreat, 'tis ten to one the man Is won before hand. Friend, thou honour'st me: But can it be so speedily performed? I'll undertake it, if the Ladies please To exercise in person only that; And we must have a Fool, or such an one As can with Art well act him. I shall fit ye, I have a natural. Best of all, Madam; then nothing wants: You must make one, Ferentes. With my best service and dexterity, my Lord. This falls out happily, Nibrassa. We could not wish it better: Heaven is an unbribed justice. we'll meet our Uncle in a solemn grace Of zealous presence, as becomes the Church: See all the Choir be ready, D'avolos. I have already made your highness' pleasure known to them. Your lip, my Lord! Madam. Perhaps your teeth have bled, wiped with my handkercher; give me, I'll do't myself.— Speak, shall I steal a kiss? believe me, my Lord, I long. Not for the world. Apparent impudence. Beshrew my heart, but that's not so good. Ha, what's that thou mislik'st D'avolos? Nothing, my Lord,— but I was hammering a conceit of mine own, which cannot (I find) in so short a time thrive, as a day's practice. Well put off, Secretary. We are too sad, methinks the life of mirth Should still be fed where we are; Where's Maurucio? an't please your Highness, he's of late grown so affectionately inward with my Lady marquess's Fool, that I presume he is confident, there are few wise men worthy of his society, who are not as innocently harmless as that creature; it is almost impossible to separate them, and 'tis a question which of the two is the wiser man. Would a were here, I have a kind of dulness Hangs on me since my hunting, that I feel As 'twere a disposition to be sick, my head is ever aching. A shrewd ominous token; I like not that neither. Again! what is't you like not? I beseech your highness' excuse me; I am so busy with his frivolous project, and can bring it to no shape, that it almost confounds my capacity. My Lord, you were best to try a set at Maw; I and your friend, to pass away the time, Will undertake your Highness and your sister
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Your Vncle (Sweet-hart) at his next returne, Must be saluted Cardinall: Ferentes, Be it your charge to thinke on some deuice To entertaine the present with delight. My Lord, in honour to the Court of Pauy, I'le ioyne with you: Ferentes, not long since, I saw in Bruxils, at my being there, The Duke of Brabant welcome the Arch-bishop Of Mentz with rare conceit, euen on a sudden Perform'd by Knights and Ladies of his Court, In nature of an Anticke; which, me thought, (For that I ne're before saw women Anticks) Was for the newnesse strange, and much commended. Now good my Lord Fernando further this In any wise, it cannot but content. If she intreat, 'tis ten to one the man Is won before hand. Friend, thou honour'st me: But can it be so speedily perform'd? I'le vndertake it, if the Ladies please To exercise in person onely that; And we must haue a Foole, or such an one As can with Art well act him. I shall fit yee, I haue a naturall. Best of all, Madam; then nothing wants: You must make one, Ferentes. With my best and dexterity, my Lord. This fals out happily, Nibrassa. We could not wish it better: Heauen is an vnbrib'd Iustice. Wee'll meet our Vncle in a solemne grace Of zealous presence, as becomes the Church: See all the Quire be ready, D'auolos. I haue already made your Highnesse pleasure known to them. Your lip, my Lord! Madam. Perhaps your teeth haue bled, wip't with my handkercher; giue me, I'le doo't my selfe.—Speake, shall I steale a kisse? beleeue me, my Lord, I long. Not for the world. Apparant impudence. Beshrew my heart, but that's not so good. Ha, what's that thou mislik'st D'auolos? Nothing, my Lord,—but I was hammering a conceit of mine own, which cannot (I find) in so short a time thriue, as a dayes practise. Well put off, Secretary. We are too sad, me thinkes the life of mirth Should still be fed where we are; Where's Maurucio? And't please your Highnesse, hee's of late growne so affectionately inward with my Lady Marquesses Foole, that I presume he is confident, there are few wise men worthy of his society, who are not as innocently harmelesse as that creature; it is almost impossible to seperate them, and 'tis a question which of the two is the wiser man. Would a were here, I haue a kind of dulnesse Hangs on me since my hunting, that I feele As 'twere a disposition to be sicke, my head is euer aking. A shrewd ominous token; I like not that neither. Againe! what is't you like not? I beseech your Highnesse excuse me; I am so busie with his friuolous proiect, and can bring it to no shape, that it almost confounds my capacity. My Lord, you were best to try a set at Maw; I and your friend, to passe away the time, Will vndertake your Highnesse and your sister