Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1630 [c.1630-1633] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.87 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
A Lady's favour Is not to be so slighted. Slighted. Quiet These vain unruly passions, which will render ye Into a madness. Griefs will have their vent. Welcome; thou com'st in season (reverend man) To pour the balsam of a supplying patience Into the festering wound of ill-spent fury. What makes He here? The hurts are yet but mortal, Which shortly will prove deadly: To the King, Armostes, see in safety thou deliver This sealed up counsel; bid him with a constancy Peruse the secrets of the gods:— o Sparta, O Lacedaemon! double named, but one In fate: when Kingdoms reel (mark well my Saw) Their heads must needs be giddy: tell the King That henceforth he no more must inquire after My aged head: Apollo will it so; I am for Delphos. Not without some conference With our great master. Never more to see him, A greater Prince commands me.— Ithocles, When youth is ripe, and Age from time doth part, The liveless Trunk shall wed the Broken Heart. What's this, if understood? List Orgilus, Remember what I told thee long before, These tears shall be my witness. 'Las good man. Let craft with courtesy a while confer, Revenge proves its own Executioner. Dark sentences are for Apollo's Priests: I am not Oedipus. My hour is come; Cheer up the King: farewell to all.— O Sparta, O Lacedaemon. If prophetic fire Have warmed this old man's bosom, we might construe His words to fatal sense. Leave to the powers Above us, the effects of their decrees; My burden lies within me. Servile fears Prevent no great effects.— Divine Calantha. The gods be still propitious.— Something oddly The bookman prated; yet a' talked it weeping: Let craft with courtesy a while confer, Revenge proves its own executioner. con it again; for what? It shall not puzzle me; 'Tis dotage of a withered brain.— Penthea Forbade me not her presence; I may see her, And gaze my fill: why see her then I may; When if I faint to speak, I must be silent. Pray use your Recreations, all the service I will expect, is quietnesse amongst 'e: Take liberty at home, abroad, at all times, And in your charities appease the gods Whom I with my distractions have offended. Fair blessings on thy heart. Here's a rare change: My Lord, to cure the itch, is surely gelded; The Cuckold, in conceit, hath cast his horns. Betake 'ee to your several occasions, And wherein I have heretofore been faulty, Let your constructions mildly pass it over, Henceforth I'll study reformation,— more, I have not for employment. O sweet man! Thou art the very honeycomb of honesty. The garland of goodwill;— Old Lady, hold up Thy reverend snout, and trot behind me softly, As it becomes a Moil of ancient carriage.
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A Ladies fauour Is not to be so slighted. Slighted. Quiet These vaine vnrly passions, which will render ye Into a madnesse. Griefes will haue their vent. Welcome; thou com'st in season (reuereud man) To powre the balsome of a supplying patience Into the festering wound of ill-spent fury. What makes He here? The hurts are yet but mortall, Which shortly will proue deadly: To the King, Armostes, see in safety thou deliuer This seal'd vp counsaile; bid him with a constancy Peruse the secrets of the gods: — ô Sparta, O Lacedemon! double nam'd, but one In fate: when Kingdomes reele (marke well my Saw) Their heads must needs be giddy: tell the King That henceforth he no more must enquire after My aged head: Apollo wil it so; I am for Delphos. Not without some conferenc With our great master. Neuer more to see him, A greater Prince commands me. — Ithocles, When youth is ripe, and Age from time doth part, The liuelesse Trunke shall wed the Broken Heart. What's this, if vnderstood? List Orgilus, Remember what I told thee long before, These teares shall be my witnesse. 'Las good man. Let craft with curtesie a while conferre, Reuenge proues its owne Executioner. Darke sentences are for Apollo's Priests: I am not Oedipus. My howre is come; Cheare vp the King: farewell to all. — O Sparta, O Lacedemon. If propheticke fire Haue warm'd this old mans bosome, we might construe His words to fatall sense. Leaue to the powers Aboue vs, the effects of their decrees; My burthen lyes within me. Seruile feares Preuent no great effects. — Diuine Calantha. The gods be still propitious. — Something oddly The booke-man prated; yet a' talk'd it weeping Let craft with curtesie a while conferre, Reuenge proues its owne executioner. Conne it againe; for what? It shall not puzzle me; 'Tis dotage of a withered braine. — Penthea Forbad me not her presence; I may see her, And gaze my fill: why see her then I may; When if I faint to speake, I must be silent. Pray vse your Recreations, all the seruice I will expect, is quietnesse amongst 'e: Take liberty at home, abroad, at all times, And in your charities appease the gods Whom I with my distractions haue offended. Faire blessings on thy heart. Here's a rare change My Lord, to cure the itch, is surely gelded; The Cuckold, in conceit, hath cast his hornes. Betake 'ee to your serall occasions, And wherein I haue heretofore beene faulty, Let your constructions mildly passe it ouer, Henceforth I'le study reformation, — more, I haue not for employment. O sweet man! Thou art the very hony-combe of honesty. The garland of good-will; — Old Lady, hold vp Thy reuerend snout, and trot behind me softly, As it becomes a Moile of ancient carriage.