Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1630 [c.1630-1633] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Yet not so ripe (My Lord Armoster) that it dares to dote Upon the painted meat of smooth persuasion, Which tempts me to breach of faith. Not yet Resolved (my Lord?) why if your sonnes consent Be so available, we'll write to Athens For his repair to Sparta. The king's hand Will join with our desires, he has been moved to't. Yes, and the King himself importuned Crotolon For a dispatch. Kings may command, their will Are Laws not to be questioned. By this marriage You knit an union so devout, so hearty, Between your loves to me, and mine to yours, As if mine own blood had an interest in it; For Prophilus is mine, and I am his. My Lord, my Lord. What, good Sir? speak your thought. Had this sincerity been real once, My Orgilus had not been now unwived, Nor your lost Sister buried in a Bride bed. Your Uncle here, Armoster knows this truth, For had your father Thrasus lived, but peace Dwell in his grave: I have done. Y'are bold and bitter. 'A presses home the injury, it smarts; No reprehensions Uncle, I deserve 'em. Yet gentle Sir, consider what the heat Of an unsteady youth a giddy brain, Green indiscretion, flattery of greatness, Rawness of judgement, wilfulness in folly, Thoughts vagrant as the wind, and as uncertain Might lead a boy in years too; 'twas a fault, A Capital fault, for then I could not dive Into the secrets of commanding Love: Since when, experience by the extremities (in others) Hath forced me to collect. And trust me Crotolon, I will redeem those wrongs with any service Your satisfaction can require for currant. Thy acknowledgement is satisfaction. What would you more? I'm conquered: if Euphranea herself admit the motion, let it be so. I doubt not my son's liking. Use my fortunes, Life, power, sword, and heart, all are your own. The Princess with your sister. I present 'e A stranger here in Court (my Lord,) for did not Desire of seeing you, draw her abroad, We had not been made happy in her company. You are a gracious Princess.— Sister, wedlock Holds too severe a passion in your nature, Which can engross all duty to your husband, Without attendance on so dear a mistress. 'Tis not my brother's pleasure, I presume, T' immure her in a chamber. 'Tis her will, She governs her own hours; (noble Ithocles) We thank the gods for your success, and welfare. Our Lady has of late been indisposed, Else we had waited on you with the first. How does Penthea now? You best know brother, From whom my health and comfort are derived. I like the answer well; 'tis sad, and modest; There may be tricks, yet, tricks.— Have an eye Gransis. Now Crotolon, the suit we joined in must not Fall by too long demur. 'Tis granted, Princess, For my part. With condition, that his son Favour the Contract.
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et not so ripe (My Lord Armoster) tht t dares to doe Vpon the painte smooth perswasion, Which tempts me to breach of faith. Not yet Resolu'd (my Lo) consent Be so auaileable, wee'll wri to For his to . The Kings Will ioyne with our dres, he as beene 'd too. Yes, and the King himselfe mportun'd Crotol For a dispatch. command, their wil Are Lawes not to be questioned. By this marriage You kit an union so denout, so hearty, Betweene your loues to me, and mine to yours, As if mine owne blood had an interest in it; For Propilus is mine, and I am his. My Lord, my Lord. What, good Sir? speak your thoght. Had this sincerity beene reall once, My Orgilus had not beene now vn-wi'd, Nor our lost Sister buried in a Bride bed. Your Vnckle here, Armoster knowes this truth, For had your father Thrasus liu'd, but peace Dwell in his graue: I haue done. Y'are bold and bitter. 'A presses home the iniury, it smarts; No reprehensions Vncle, I deserue 'em. Yet gentle Sir, consider what the heat Of an vnsteady youth a giddy brae, Greene indiscretion, flattery of greatnesse, Rawnesse of iudgement, wilfulnesse in folly, Thoughts vagrant as the wind, and as vncertaine Might lead a boy in yeeres too; 'twas a fault, A Capitall fault, for then I could not diue Into the secrets of commanding Loue: Since when, experience by the extremities (in others) Hath forc'd me to collect. And trust me Crotolon, I will redeeme those wrongs with any seruice Your satisfaction can require for currant. Thy acknowledgement is satisfaction. What would you more? I'me conquer'd: if Ephra Her selfe admit the motion, let it be so. I doubt not my sonnes liking. Vse my fortunes, Life, power, sword, and heart, all are your owne. The Princesse with your sister. I present 'e A stranger here in Court (my Lord,) for did not Desire of seeing you, draw her abroad, We had not beene made happy in her company. You are a gracious Princesse.— Sister, wedlocke Holds too seuere a passion in your nature, Which can engrosse all duty to your husband, Without attendance on so dea a mistresse. 'Tis not my brothers pleasure, I presume, T' immure her in a chamber. 'Tis her will, Shee gouernes her owne houres; (noble Ithocles) We thanke the gods for your successe, and welfare. Our Lady has of ate beene indispos'd, Else we had waited on you with the first. How does Penthea now? You best know brother, From whom my health and comfort are deriu'd. I like the answer well; 'tis sad, and modest; There may be tricks, yet, tricks.— Haue an eye Gransis. Now Crotolon, the suit we ioyn'd in must not Fall by too long demurre. 'Tis granted, Princesse, For my part. With condition, that his sonne Fauour the Contract.