Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1630 [c.1630-1633] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.86 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
How (Orgilus) by promise I was thine, The heavens do witness; they can witness too A rape done on my truth: how I do love thee Yet Orgilus, and yet, must best appear In tendering thy freedom; for I find The constant preservation of thy merit, By thy not daring to attempt my fame With injury of any loose conceit, Which might give deeper wounds to discontents: Continue this fair race, then though I cannot Add to thy comfort, yet I shall more often Remember from what fortune I am fallen, And pity mine own ruin.— Live, live happy. Happy in thy next choice, that thou mayst people This barren age with virtues in thy issue: And o, when thou art married, think on me With mercy, not contempt: I hope thy wife, Hearing my story, will not scorn my fall: Now let us part. Part! yet advise thee better: Penthea is the wife to Orgilus, And ever shall be. Never shall nor will. How! Hear me, in a word I'll tell thee why: The Virgin dowry which my birth bestowed, Is ravished by another: my true love Abhors to think, that Orgilus deserved No better favours than a second bed. I must not take this reason. To confirm it, Should I outlive my bondage, let me meet Another worse than this, and less desired, If of all the men alive thou shouldst but touch My lip, or hand again. Penthea, now I tell 'ee you grow wanton in my sufferance; Come sweet, thouart mine. uncivil Sir, forbear, Or I can turn affection into vengeance; Your reputation (if you value any) Lies bleeding at my feet. Unworthy man, If ever henceforth thou appear in language, Message, or letter to betray my frailty, I'll call thy former protestations lust, And curse my Stars for forfeit of my judgement. Go thou, sit only for disguise and walks, To hide thy shame: this once I spare thy life; I laugh at mine own confidence; my sorrows By thee are made inferior to my fortunes. If ever thou didst harbour worthy love, Dare not to answer. My good Genius guide me, That I may never see thee more.— Go from me. I'll tear my veil of politic French off, And stand up like a man resolved to do Action, not words shall show me. O Penthea. 'A sighed my name sure as he parted from me, I fear I was too rough: Alas poor Gentleman, 'A looked not like the ruins of his youth, But like the ruins of those ruins: Honour, How much we fight with weakness to preserve thee. Fie on thee, damn thee, rotten maggot, damn thee, Sleep? sleep at Court? and now? Aches, convulsions, Impostumes, themes, gouts, palsies clog thy bones A dozen years more yet. Now y'are in humours. she's by herself, there's hope of that; she's sad too, she's in strong contemplation: yes, and fixed. The signs are wholesome. Very wholesome truly. Hold your chops night mare.— Lady, come your brother Is carried to his closet; you must thither.
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How (Orgilus) by promise I was thine, The heauens doe witnesse; they can witnesse too A rape done on my truth: how I doe loue the Yet Orgilus, and yet, must best appeare In tendering thy freedome; for I find The constant preseruation of thy merit, By thy not daring to attempt my fame With iniury of any loose conceit, Which might giue deeper wounds to discontents: Continue this faire race, then though I cannot Adde to thy comfort, yet I shall more often Remember from what fortune I am fallen, And pitty mine owne ruine. — Liue, lie happy. Happy in thy next choyce, that thou maist people This barren age with vertues in thy issue: And ô, when thou art married, thinke on me With mercy, not contempt: I hope thy wife, Hearing my story, will not scorne my fall: Now let vs part. Part! yet aduise thee better: Penthea is the wife to Orgilus, And euer shall be. Neuer shall nor will. How! Heare me, in a word I'le tell thee why The Virgin dowry which my birth bestow'd, Is rauish'd by another: my true loue Abhorres to thinke, that Orgilus deseru'd No better fauours then a second bed. I must not take this reason. To confirme it, Should I outliue my bondage, let me meet Another worse then this, and lesse desir'd, If of all the men aliue thou shouldst but touch My lip, or hand againe. Penthea, now I tell 'ee you grow wanton in my sufferance; Come sweet, th'art mine. Vnciuill Sir, forbeare, Or I can turne affection into vengeance; Your reputation (if you value any) Lyes bleeding at my feet. Vnworthy man, If euer henceforth thou appeare in language, Message, or letter to betray my frailty, I'le call thy former protestations lust, And curse my Starres for forfeit of my iudgement. Goe thou, sit onely for disguise and walkes, To hide thy shame: this once I spare thy life; I laugh at mine owne confidence; my sorrowes By thee are made inferiour to my fortunes. If euer thou didst harbour worthy loue, Dare not to answer. My good Genius guide me, That I may neuer see thee more. — Goe from me. I'e teare my vaile of politicke French off, And stand vp like a man resolu'd to doe Action, not words shall shew me. O Penthea. 'A sigh'd my name sure as he parted from me, I feare I was too rough: Alas poore Gentleman, 'A look'd not like the ruines of his youth, But like the ruines of those ruines: Honour, How much we fight with weaknesse to preserue thee. Fye on thee, damb thee, rotten magot, damb thee, Sleepe? sleepe at Court? and now? Aches, convulsions, Impostumes, themes, gouts, palsies clog thy bones A dozen yeeres more yet. Now y'are in humors. Shee's by her selfe, there's hope of that; shee's sad too, Shee's in strong contemplation: yes, and ixt. The signes are wholesome. Very wholsome truly. Hold your chops night mare.— Lady, come your brother Is carried to his closet; you must thither.