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 0.86 · 491 words
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Let him know it; yet I vow She is as loyal in her plighted faith, As is the Sun in heaven: but put case She were not; and the Duke did know she were not, This Sword lift up, and guided by this Arm, Shall guard her from an armed troop of Fiends, And all the earth beside. You are too safe In your destruction. damn him,— he shall feel— But peace, who comes? My Lord, the Duchess craves a word with you: Where is she? In her chamber. Here have a plum for Ie'ee— Come fool, I'll give thee plums enough, come fool. Let slaves in mind be servile to their fears, Our heart is high enstarred in brighter Spheres. I see him lost already, If all prevail not, we shall know too late, No toil can shun the violence of Fate. NOW fly revenge, and wound the lower earth, That I, ensphered above, may cross the race Of Love despised, and triumph o'er their graves, Who scorn the low-bent thraldom of my heart. Why shouldst thou not be mine? why should the laws The Iron laws of Ceremony, bar Mutual embraces? what's a vow? a vow? Can there be sin in unity? Could I As well dispense with Conscience, as renounce The outside of my titles, the poor style Of Duchess; I had rather change my life With any waiting-woman in the land, To purchase one nights rest with thee Fernando, Then be Caraffa's Spouse a thousand years. Treason to wedlock, this would make you sweat. Lady of all, what I am, as before, To survive you, or I will see you first, Or widowed or buried: if the last, By all the comfort I can wish to taste By your fair eyes, that sepulchre that holds Your Coffin, shall encoffin me alive: I sign it with this seal.——— Ignoble strumpet. You shall not swear, take off that oath again, Or thus I will enforce it.——— Use that force, And make me perjured; for whiles your lips Are made the book, it is a sport to swear, And glory to forswear. Here's fast and loose; Which for a Ducat, now the game's on foot. Help, help, Madam, you are betrayed, Madam, help, help. Is there confidence in credit now, Sir? belief in your own eyes? do you see? do you see, Sir? Can you behold it without lightning? Help, Madam, help. What noise is that, I heard one cry. Ha! did you? know you who I am? Yes; thouart Pavy's Duke, Dressed like a hangman: see, I am unarmed, Yet do not fear thee; though the Coward doubt Of what I could have done, hath made thee steal Th'advantage of this time, yet Duke I dare Thy worst, for murder sits upon thy cheeks: Too't man. I am too angry in my rage, To scourge thee unprovided; take him hence: Away with him.—— Unhand me. You must go, Sir:
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Let him know it; yet I vow Shee is as loyall in her plighted faith, As is the Sunne in heauen: but put case She were not; and the Duke did know she were not, This Sword lift vp, and guided by this Arme, Shall guard her from an armed troupe of Fiends, And all the earth beside. You are too safe In your destruction. Dambe him,—hee shall feele— But peace, who comes? My Lord, the Dutchesse craues a word with you: Where is shee? In her chamber. Here haue a plum for Ie'ee— Come foole, I'le giue thee plums enow, come foole. Let slaues in mind be seruile to their feares, Our heart is high in-starr'd in brighter Spheres. I see him lost already, If all preuaile not, we shall know too late, No toyle can shun the violence of Fate. NOW fly reuenge, and wound the lower earth, That I, en-sphear'd aboue, may crosse the race Of Loue despis'd, and triumph o're their graues, Who scorne the low-bent thraldome of my heart. Why shouldst thou not be mine? why should the laws The Iron lawes of Ceremony, barre Mutuall embraces? what's a vow? a vow? Can there be sinne in vnity? Could I As well dispense with Conscience, as renounce The out-side of my titles, the poore stile Of Dutchesse; I had rather change my life With any waiting-woman in the land, To purchase one nights rest with thee Fernondo, Then be Caraffa's Spouse a thousand yeares. Treason to wedlocke, this would make you sweat. Lady of all, what I am, as before, To suruiue you, or I will see you first, Or widowed or buried: if the last, By all the comfort I can wish to tast By your faire eyes, that sepulcher that holds Your Coffin, shall encoffin me aliue: I signe it with this seale.——— Ignoble strumpet. You shall not sweare, take off that oath againe, Or thus I will inforce it.——— Vse that force, And make me periur'd; for whiles your lips Are made the booke, it is a sport to sweare, And glory to forsweare. Here's fast and looe; Which for a Ducat, now the game's on foot. Helpe, helpe, Madam, you are betrayed, Madam, helpe, helpe. Is there confidence in credit now, Sir? beleefe in your owne eyes? doe you see? doe you see, Sir? Can you behold it without lightning? Helpe, Madam, helpe. What noyse is that, I heard one cry. Ha! did you? know you who I am? Yes; Th'art Pauy's Duke, Drest like a hangman: see, I am vnarm'd, Yet doe not feare thee; tho the Coward doubt Of what I could haue done, hath made thee steale Th'aduantage of this time, yet Duke I dare Thy worst, for murder sits vpon thy cheekes: Too't man. I am too angry in my rage, To scourge thee vnprouided; take him hence: Away wih him.—— Vn-hand me. You must goe, Sir: