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
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You speak the nature of a right just father: I come not hither roughly to demand My cousin's thraldom, but to free mine own: Report of great Calantha's beauty, virtue, Sweetness, and singular perfections, courted All ears to credit what I find was published By constant truth: from which if any service Of my desert can purchase fair construction, This Lady must command it. Princely Sir, So well you know how to profess observance That you instruct your hearers to become Practitioners in duty; of which number I'll study to be chief. Chief, glorious Virgin, In my devotions, as in all men's wonder. Excellent cousin, we deny no liberty; Use thine own opportunities.— Armostes, We must consult with the Philosophers, The business is of weight. Sir, at your pleasure. You told me, Crotolon, your son's returned From Athens? wherefore comes 'a not to Covet As we commanded? He shall soon attend Your royal will, great Sir. The marriage Between young Prophilus and Euphranea, Tafts of too much delay: My Lord. Some pleasures At celebration of it would give life To th' entertainment of the Prince our kinsman Our Court wears gravity more than we relish. Yet the heaven's smile on all your high attempts, Without a Cloud. So may the gods protect us. A Prince, a subject? Yes, to beauty's sceptre As all hearts kneel so mine. You are too Courtly. Your safe return to Sparta is most welcome, I joy to meet you here, and as occasion Shall grant us privacy, will yield you reasons Why I should covet to deserve the title Of your respected friend: for without Compliment Believe it, Orgilus, 'tis my ambition. Your Lordship may command me your poor servant. So amorously close close?— so soon?— my heart! What sudden change is next? Life to the King, To whom I here present this Noble gentleman, New come from Athens; Royal Sir, vouchsafe Your gracious hand in favour of his merit. My son preferred by Ithocles! Our bounties Shall open to thee Orgilus; for instance, Hark in thine ear; if out of those inventions Which flow in Athens, thou hast there engrossed Some rarity of wit to grace the Nuptials Of thy fair sister, and renown our Court In th' eyes of this young Prince, we shall be debtor To thy conceit, think on't Your Highness honours me. My tongue and heart are twins. A noble birth Becoming such a father.— worthy Orgilus, You are a guest most wished for. May my duty Still rise in your opinion, sacred Princess. Euphranea's brother, sir, a Gentleman Well worthy of your knowledge. We embrace him, Proud of so dear acquaintance. All prepare For Revels and disport: the joys of Hymen, Like Phoebus in his lustre, puts to flight All mists of dulness; crown the hours with gladness: No sounds but music, no discourse but mirth. Thine arm I prithee Ithocles.— Nay, good My Lord keep on your way, I am provided.
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You speake the nature of a right iust father: I come not hither roughly to demand My Cozens thraldome, but to free mine owne: Report of great Calantha's beauty, vertue, Sweetnesse, and singular perfections, courted All eares to credit what I finde was publish'd By constant truth: from which if any seruice Of my desert can purchase faire construction, This Lady must command it. Princely Sir, So well you know how to professe obseruance That you instruct your hearers to become Practitioners in duty; of which number I'le study to be chiefe. Chiefe, glorious Virgine, In my deuotions, as in all mens wonder. Excellent Cozen, we deny no libertie Vse thine owne opportunities. — Armoste, We must consult with the Philosophers, The businesse is of weight. Sir, at your pleasure You told me, Crotolon, your sonne's return'd From Athens? wherefore comes 'a not to Cout As we commanded? He shall soone attend Your royall will, great Sir. The marrage Betweene young Prophilus and Euphranea, Tafts of too much delay: My Lord. Some pleasures At celebration of it would giue life To th' entertainment of the Prince our kinsman Our Court weares grauity more then we rellish. Yet the heauens smile on all your high attempts, Without a Cloud. So may the gods protect vs. A Prince, a subiect? Yes, to beauties scepter As all hearts kneele so mine. You are too Courtly. Your safe returne to Sparta is most welcome, I ioy to meet you here, and as occasion Shall grant vs priuacy, will yeeld you reason Why I should couet to deserue the title Of your respected friend: for without Complement Beleeue it, Orgilus, 'tis my ambition. Your Lordship may command me your poore seruant. So amorously close close? — so soone? — my heart! What sudden change is next? Life to the King, To whom I here present this Noble gentleman, New come from Athens; Royall Sir, vouchsafe Your gracious hand in fauour of his merit. My sonne preferr'd by Ithocles! Our bounties Shall open to thee Orgilus; for instance, Harke in thine eare; if out of thos inuentions Which flow in Athens, thou hast there ingrost Some rarity of wit to grace the Nuptials Of thy faire sister, and renowne our Court In th' eyes of this young Prince, we shall be debtor To thy conceit, thinke on't Your Highnesse honors me. My tongue and heart are twins. A noble birth Becomming such a father. — worthy Orgilus, You are a guest most with'd for. May my duty Still rise in your opinion, sacred Princesse. Euphranea's brother, sir, a Gentleman Well worthy of your knowledge. We embrace him, Proud of so deare acquaintance. All prepare For Reuels and disport: the ioyes of Hymen, Like Phoebus in his lustr, puts to flight All mists of dulnesse; crowne the houres with gladnesse: No sounds but musicke, no discourse but mirth. Thine arme I prethe Ithocles. — Nay, good My Lord keepe on your way, I am prouided.