Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1630 [c.1630-1633] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 494 words
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I dare not disobey. Most heavenly Lady. The King hath spoke his mind. His will he hath; But were it lawful to hold plea against The power of greatness, not the reason, haply Such under-shrubs as subjects, sometimes might Borrow of Nature, justice, to inform That licence sovereignty holds without check Over a meek obedience. How resolve you Touching your sister's marriage? Prophilus Is a deserving, and a hopeful youth. I envy not his merit, but applaud it: Could with him thrift in all his best desires, And with a willingness enleague our blood With his, for purchase of full growth in friendship He never touched on any wrong that maliced The honour of our house, nor stirred our peace; Yet, with your favour, let me not forget Under whose wing he gathers warmth and comfort, Whose creature he is bound, made, and must live so. Son, son, I find in thee a harsh condition, No courtesy can win it; 'tis too rancorous. Good Sir be not severe in your construction, I am no stranger to such easy calms As sit in tender bosoms: Lordly Ithocles Hath graced my entertainment in abundance; Too humbly hath descended from that height Of arrogance and spleen which wrought the rape On grieved Penthea's purity; his scorn Of my untoward fortunes is reclaimed Unto a courtship, almost to a fawning: I'll kiss his foot, since you will have it so. Since I will have it so? Friend I will have it so Without our ruin by your politic plots, Or Wolf of hatred snarling in your breasts You have a spirit, Sir, have ye? a familiar That posts i'th' air for your intelligence? Some such Hobgoblin hurried you from Athens, For yet you come unsent for. If unwelcome, I might have found a grave there. Sure your business Was soon dispatched, or your mind altered quickly. 'Twas care, Sir, of my health, cut short my journey; For there, a general infection Threatens a desolation. And I fear Thou hast brought back a worse infection with thee, Infection of my mind; which, as thou sayst, Threatens the desolation of our family. Forbid it our dear Genius, I will rather Be made a Sacrifice on Thrasus' monument, Or kneel to Ithocles his son in dust, Then woo a father's curse: My sister's marriage With Prophilus, is from my heart confirmed: May I live hated, may I die despised, If I omit to further it in all That can concern me. I have been too rough, My duty to my King made me so earnest; Excuse it Orgilus. Dear Sir. He comes Euphranea, with Prophilus and Ithocles. Most honoured— ever famous. Your true friend, On earth not any truer.— With smooth eyes Look on this worthy couple, your consent Can only make them one. They have it.— Sister, Thou pawnedst to me an oath, of which engagement I never will release thee, if thou aim'st At any other choice than this.
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I dare not disobey. Most heauenly Lady. The King hath spoke his mind. His will he hath But were it lawfull to hold plea against The power of greatnesse, not the reason, haply Such vnder-shrubs as subiects, sometimes might Borrow of Nature, Iustice, to informe That licence soueraignty holds without checke Ouer a meeke obedience. How resolue you Touching your sisters marriage? Prophilus Is a deseruing, and a hopefull youth. I enuy not his merit, but applaud it: Could with him thrift in all his best desires, And with a willingnesse inleague our blood With his, for purchase of full growth in friendship He neuer touch'd on any wrong that malic'd The honour of our house, nor stirr'd our peace; Yet, with your fauour, let me not forget Vnder whose wing he gathers warmth and comfort, Whose creature he is bound, made, and must liue so. Sonne, sonne, I find in thee a harsh condition, No curtesie can winne it; 'tis too ranckorous. Good Sir be not seuere in your construction, I am no stranger to such easie calmes As sit in tender bosomes: Lordly Ithocles Hath grac'd my entertainment in abundance; Too humbly hath descended from that height Of arrogance and spleene which wrought the rape On grieu'd Penthea's purity; his scorne Of my vntoward fortunes is reclaim'd Vnto a Coutship, almost to a fawning: I'le kisse his foot, since you will haue it so. Since I will haue it so? Friend I will haue it so Without our ruine by your politike plot, Or Wolfe of hatred snarling in your breasts You haue a spirit, Sir, haue ye? a familiar That poasts i'th ayre for your intelligence? Some such Hobgoblin hurried you from Athens, For yet you come vnsent for. If vnwelcome, I might haue found a graue there. Sure your businesse Was soone dispatch'd, or your mind alter'd quickly. 'Twas care, Sir, of my health, cut short my iourney; For there, a generall infection Threatens a desolation. And I feare Thou hast brought backe a worse infection with thee, Infection of my mind; which, as thou sayst, Threatens the desolation of our family. Forbid it our deare Genius, I will rather Be made a Sacrifice on Thrasus monument, Or kneele to Ithocles his sonne in dust, Then wooe a fathers curse: My sisters marriage With Prophilus, is from my heart confirm'd: May I liue hated, may I dye despis'd, If I omit to further it in all That can concerne me. I haue beene too rough, My duty to my King made me so earnest; Excuse it Orgilus. Deare Sir He comes Euphranea, with Prophilus and Ithocles. Most honored — euer famous. Your true friend, On earth not any true. — With soth eyes Looke on this worthy couple, you consen Can onely make them one. They haue it. — Sister, Thou pawn'dst to me an oath, of which ingagement I neuer will release thee, if thou aym'st At any other choyce then this.