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 · 475 words
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The gods increase thy wisdom (reverend Oracle) And in thy precepts make me ever thrifty. I thank thy wish.— Much mystery of Fate Lies hid in that man's fortunes, Curiosity May lead his actions into rare attempts; But let the gods be moderators still, No humane power can prevent their will. From whence come 'ee? From King Amyclas; (pardon My interruption of your Studies)— Here In this sealed box he sends a treasure dear To him as his Crown, 'a prays your gravity You would examine, ponder, sift and bolt The pith and circumstance of every tittle The scroll within contains. What is't Armostes? It is the health of Sparta, the king's life, Sinews and safety of the Commonwealth, The sum of what the Oracle delivered, When last he visited the prophetic Temple At Delphos; what his reasons are for which After so long a silence he requires You counsel now (grave man) his majesty Will soon himself acquaint you with. Apollo Inspire my Intellect.— The Prince of Argos Is entertained. He is, and has demanded Our Princess for his wife; which I conceive One special cause the King importunes you For resolution of the Oracle. My duty to the King, good peace to Sparta, And fair day to Armostes. Like to Tecnicus. CAn you paint a thought? or number Every fancy in a slumber? Can you count soft minutes roving From a dial's point by moving? Can you grasp a sigh? or lastly, Rob a virgin's honour chastely? No, o no; yet you may Sooner do both that and this, This and that, and never miss, Then by any praise display Beauty's beauty, such a glory As beyond all Fate, all Story, All arms, all arts, All loves, all hearts, Greater than those, or they, Do, shall, and must obey. All silent, calm, secure.— Gransis, no creaking? No noise; dost hear nothing? Not a mouse, Or whisper of the wind. The floor is matted, The bedposts sure are steel or marble.— Soldiers Should not affect (methinks) strains so effeminate; Sounds of such delicacy are but fawnings Upon the sloth of Luxury: they heighten Cinders of covert lust up to a flame. What do you mean (my Lord) speak low; that gambling Of yours will but undo us. Chamber-combats Are felt, not hard. A wakes. What's that? Who's there Sister? all quit the room else. 'Tis consented. Lord Bassanes, your brother would be private, We must forbear; his sleep hath newly left him. Please 'ee withdraw? By any means, 'tis fit. Pray Gentlewoman walk too. Yes, I will Sir. Sit nearer sister to me, nearer yet; We had one Father, in one womb took life, Were brought up twins together, yet have lived At distance like two strangers. I could wish That the first pillow whereon I was cradled, Had proved to me a grave.
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The gods increase thy wisdome (reuerend Oracle) And in thy precepts make me euer thrifty. I thanke thy wish. — Much mystery of Fate Lyes hid in that mans fortunes, Curiosity May lead his actions into rare attempts; But let the gods be moderators still, No humane power can preuent their will. From whence come 'ee? From King Amycl ; (pardon My interruption of your Studies) — Here In this seal'd box he sends a treasure deare To him as his Crowne, 'a prayes your grauity You would examine, ponder, sit and bolt The pith and circumstance of euery tittle The scroll within containes. What is't Armostes? It is the health of Sparta, the Kings life, Sinewes and safety of the Common-wealth, The summe of what the Oracle deliuer'd, When last he visited the propheticke Temple At Delphs; what his reasons are for which After so long a silence he requires You counsaile now (graue man) his maiesty Will soone himselfe acquaint you with. Apollo Inspire my Intellect. — The Prince of Argos Is entertain'd. He is, and has demanded Our Princesse for his wife; which I conceive One speciall cause the King importunes you For resolution of the Oracle. My duty to the King, good peace to Sparta, And faire day to Armostes. Like to Tecnicus. CAn you paint a thought? or number Euery fancy in a slumber? Can you count soft minutes rouing From a dyals point by mouing? Can you graspe a sigh? or lastly, Rob a Virgins honour chastly? No, ô no; yet you may Sooner doe both that and this, This and that, and neuer misse, Then by any praise display Beauties beauty, such a glory As beyond all Fate, all Story, All armes, all arts, All loues, all hearts, Greater then thoe, or they, Doe, shall, and must obey. All silent, calme, secure.— Gransis, no creaking? No noyse; dost heare nothing? Not a mouse, Or whisper of the winde. The floore is matted, The bed-posts sure are steele or marble. — Souldiers Should not affect (me thinkes) straines so eeminate; Sounds of such delicacy are but fawnings Vpon the floth of Luxury: they heighten Cinders of couert lust vp to a flame. What doe you meane (my Lord) speak low; that gabling Of yours will but vndoe vs. Chamber-combats Are felt, not hard. A wakes. What's that? Who's there Sister? all quit the roome else. 'Tis consented. Lord Bassanes, your brother would be priuate, We must forbeare; his sleepe hath newly left him. Please 'ee withdraw? By any meanes, 'tis fit. Pray Gentlewoman walke too. Yes, I will Sir. Sit nearer sister to me, nearer yet; We had one Father, in one wombe tooke life, Were brought vp twins together, yet haue liu'd At distance like two strangers. I could wish That the first pillow whereon I was cradell'd, Had prou'd to me a graue.