Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1630 [c.1630-1633] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.73 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Besides, Lord Orgilus is fled to Athens Upon a fiery Dragon, and 'tis thought A' never can return. Grant it Apollo. Moreover, please your Lordship, 'tis reported For certain, that whoever is found jealous Without apparent proof that's wife is wanton, Shall be divorced: but this is but she-news, I had it from a midwife. I have more yet. Antic, no more; Idiots and stupid fools Grate my calamities. Why to be fair Should yield presumption of a faulty soul? Look to the doors. The horn of plenty crest him. swarms of confusion huddle in my thoughts In rare distemper. Beauty? o it is An unmatched blessing, or a horrid curse. she comes, she comes, so shoots the morning forth, Spangled with pearls of transparent dew, The way to poverty is to be rich; As I in her am wealthy, but for her In all contents a Bankrupt.— Loved Penthea, How fares my heart's best joy? In sooth not well, She is so oversad. Leave chattering Magpie.— Thy brother is returned (sweet) safe, and honoured With a Triumphant victory: thou shalt visit him: We will to Court, where, if it be thy pleasure, Thou shalt appear in such a ravishing lustre Of jewels above value, that the Dames Who brave it there, in rage to be outshined, Shall hide them in their Closets, and unseen Fret in their tears; whiles every wondering eye Shall crave none other brightness but thy presence. Choose thine own recreations, be a Queen Of what delights thou fanciest best, what company, What place, what times, do any thing, do all things Youth can command; so thou wilt chase these From the pure firmament of thy fair looks Now 'tis well said my Lord, what Lady? laugh, Be merry, time is precious. Furies whip thee. Alas my Lord, this language to your Handmaid Sounds as would music to the deaf: I need No braveries nor cost of Art, to draw The whiteness of my name into offence; Let such (if any such there are) who covet A curiosity of admiration, By laying out their plenty to full view, Appear in gaudy outsides; my attires Shall suit the inward fashion of my mind; From which, if your opinion nobly placed, Change not the Livery your words bestow, My Fortunes with my hopes are at the highest. This house methinks stands somewhat too much inward It is too melancholy, we'll remove Nearer the Court; or what thinks my Penthea Of the delightful Island we command? Rule me as thou canst wish. I am no Mistress; Whither you please, I must attend; all ways Are alike pleasant to me. Island? prison: A prison is as gaysome: we'll no Islands: Marry out upon 'em, whom shall we see there? seagulls, and porpoises, and water-rats, And Crabs, and Mews, and Dogfish? goodly gear For a young Ladies dealing, or an old ones. On no terms Islands, I'll be stewed first.
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Besides, Lord Orgilus is fled to Athens Vpon a fiery Dragon, and 'tis thought A' neuer can returne. Grant it Apollo. Moreouer, please your Lordship, 'tis reported For certaine, that who euer is found iealous Without apparant proofe that's wife is wanton, Shall be diuorc'd: but this is but she-newes, I had it from a midwife. I haue more yet. Anticke, no more; Ideots and stupid fooles Grate my calamities. Why to be faire Should yeeld presumption of a faulty soule? Looke to the doores. The horne of plenty crest him. Swormes of confusion huddle in my thoughts In rare distemper. Beauty? ô it is An vnmatcht blessing, or a horrid curse. Shee comes, she comes, so shoots the morning forth, Spangled with pearles of transparent dew, The way to pouerty is to be rich; As I in her am wealthy, but for her In all contents a Bankrupt. — Lou'd Penthea, How fares my hearts best ioy? In sooth not well, She is so ouer-sad. Leaue chattering Mag-pye.— Thy brother is return'd (sweet) safe, and honour'd With a Triumphant victory: thou shalt visit him: We will to Court, where, if it be thy pleasure, Thou shalt appeare in such a rauishing lustre Of Iewels aboue value, that the Dames Who braue it there, in rage to be out-shin'd, Shall hide them in their Closets, and unseene Fret in their teares; whiles euery wondring eye Shall craue none other brightnesse but thy presence. Choose thine owne recreations, be a Queene Of what delights thou faciest best, what company, What place, what times, doe any thing, doe all things Youth can command; so thou wilt From the pure firmament of thy faie lookes Now 'tis well said my Lord, what Lady? laugh, Be merry, time is precious. Furies whip thee. Alas my Lord, this language to your Hand-maid Sounds as would musicke to the deafe: I need No braueries nor cost of Art, to draw The whitenesse of my name into offence; Let such (if any such there are) who couet A curiosity of admiration, By laying out their plenty to full view, Appeare in gawdy out-sides; my attires Shall suit the inward fashion of my minde; From which, if your opinion nobly plac'd, Change not the Liuory your words bestow, My Fortunes with my hopes are at the highest. This house me thinkes stands somewhat too much inward It is too melancholy, wee'll remoue Nearer the Court; or what thinks my Penthea Of the delightfull Island we command? Rule me as thou canst wish. I am no Mistresse; Whither you please, I must attend; all wayes Are alike pleasant to me. Island? prison: A prison is as gaysome: wee'll no Islands: Marry out vpon 'em, whom shall we see there? Sea-guls, and Porpiseis, and water-rats, And Crabs, and Mewes, and Dogfish? goodly geere For a young Ladies dealing, or an old ones. On no termes Islands, I'le be stew'd first.