Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 475 words
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Maurucio, you did once proffer true love To me, but since you are more thriftier sped, For old affection's sake here take this gold, Spend it for my sake. Madam, you do nobly; And that's for me, Maurucio. Will ye go, Sir? Yes, I will go; and I humbly thank your Lordship and Ladyship: Pavy, sweet Pavy farewell: come wife, come Gia- Now is the time that we away must lag, (copo. And march in pomp with baggage and with bag: O poor Maurucio! what hast thou misdone? To end thy life when life was new begun. A ew to all; for Lords and Ladies see My woeful plight; and Squires of low degree: Away, away, sirs.— My Lord Fernando. Madam. Do you note my brother's odd distractions? You were wont to bosom in his Counsels; I am sure you know the ground on't. Not I, in troth. Is't possible? what would you say, my Lord, If he, out of some melancholy spleen, Edged on by some thank picking Parasite, Should now prove jealous? I mistrust it shrewdly. What Madam? jealous? Yes; for but observe, A Prince, whose eye is chooser to his heart, Is seldom steady in the lists of love, Unless the party he affects do match His rank in equal portion, or in friends: I never yet, out of report, or else By warranted description, have observed The nature of fantastic jealousy, If not in him; yet on my conscience now, He has no cause. Cause, Madam! by this light I'll pledge my soul against a useless rush. I never thought her less, yet trust me, Sir, No merit can be greater than your praise, Whereat I strangely wonder; how a man Vowed, as you told me, to a single life, Should so much Deify the Saints, from whom You have disclaimed devotion. Madam, 'tis true; From them I have, but from their virtues never. You are too wise, Fernando: to be plain. You are in love; nay shrink not, man, you are: Biancha is your aim; why do you blush? She is, I know she is. My aim? Yes, yours; I hope I talk no news: Fernando, know Thou run'st to thy confusion, if in time Thou dost not wisely shun that Circe's charm. Unkindest man! I have too long concealed My hidden flames, when still in silent signs I Courted thee for love; without respect To youth or state, and yet thou art unkind. Fernando, leave that Sorceress, if not For love of me, for pity of thyself. Injurious woman, I defy thy lust: 'Tis not your subtle sifting shall creep Into the secrets of a heart unsoiled: You are my PRINCE's sister, else your malice Had railed itself to death; but as for me, Be record all my fate, I do detest Your fury or affection.— judge the rest.
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Maurucio, you did once proffer true loue To me, but since you are more thriftier sped, For old affections sake here take this gold, Spend it for my sake. Madam, you doe nobly; And that's for me, Maurucio. Will ye goe, Sir? Yes, I will goe; and I humbly thank your Lordship and Ladiship: Pauy, sweet Pauy farwel: come wife, come Gia- Now is the time that we away must lag, (copo. And march in pompe with baggage and with bag: O poore Maurucio! what hast thou mis-doue? To end thy life when life was new begun. A ew to all; for Lords and Ladies see My wofull plight; and Squires of low degree: Away, away, sirs.— My Lord Fernando. Madam. Doe you note my brothers odde distractions? You were wont to bosome in his Counsailes; I am sure you know the ground on't. Not I, in troth. Is't possible? what would you say, my Lord, If he, out of some melancholly spleene, Edg'd on by some thank picking Parasite, Should now proue iealous? I mistrust it shrewdly. What Madam? iealous? Yes; for but obserue, A Prince, whose eye is chooser to his heart, Is seldome steddy in the lists of loue, Vnlesse the party he affects doe match His ranke in equall portion, or in friends: I neuer yet, out of report, or else By warranted description, haue obseru'd The nature of phantasticke Iealousie, If not in him; yet on my conscience now, He has no cause. Case, Madam! by this light I'le pledge my soule against a vse-lesse rush. I neuer thought her lesse, yet trust me, Sir, No merit can be greater than your praise, Whereat I strangely wonder; how a man Vow'd, as you told me, to a single life, Should so much Deifie the Saints, from whom You haue disclaym'd deuotion. Madam, 'tis true; From them I haue, but from their vertues neuer. You are too wise, Fernando: to be plaine. You are in loue; nay shrinke not, man, you are: Biancha is your ayme; why doe you blush? She is, I know she is. My ayme? Yes, yours; I hope I talke no newes: Fernando, know Thou runst to thy confusion, if in time Thou dost not wisely shun that Circe's charme. Vnkindest man! I haue too long conceal'd My hidden flames, when still in silent signes I Courted thee for loue; without respect To youth or state, and yet thou art vnkind. Fernando, leaue that Sorceresse, if not For loue of me, for pitty of thy selfe. Injurious woman, I defie thy lust: 'Tis not your subtile sifting shall creepe Into the secrets of a heart vnsoyl'd: You are my Princes sister, else your malice Had rayl'd it selfe to death; but as for me, Be record all my fate, I doe detest Your fury or affection.—Iudge the rest.