Ford, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 505 words
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A courtesy? a bondage; You are a great man vicious, much more vicious, Because you hold a seeming league with charity Of pestilent nature, keeping hospitality For sensualists in your own Sepulchre, Even by your life time: yet are dead already. How's this, come be more mild. You chide me soberly, Than Sir I tune my voice to other Music; You are an eminent statist, be a Father To such unfriended Virgins, as your bounty Hath drawn into a scandal, you are powerful In means. A Bachelor, freed from the jealousies Of wants, convert this privacy of maintenance Into your own Court: let this (as you call it) Your Academy have a residence there; And there survey your charity yourself: That when you shall bestow on worthy husbands With fitting portions, such as you know worthy; You may yield to the present age example, And to posterity a glorious Chronicle: There were a work of piety: the other is A scorn upon your Tombstone; where the Reader Will but expound, that when you lived you pandered Your own purse and your same. I am too bold Sir, Some anger and some pity hath directed A wandering trouble. Be not known what passages The time hath lent, for once I can bear with ye. I'll countenance the hazard of suspicion. And be your guest a while. Be— but hereafter— I know not what— Livio. My Lord. Indeed Sir I cannot part wi''e yet. Well then thou shalt not, My precious Castamela— thou hast a Sister, A perfect Sister Livio. All is inked here Good soul indeed. I'd speak with you anon. It may be so. Come fair one. Oh I am cheated. PRithee be serious. Prithee interupt not The Paradise of my becharming thoughts, Which mount my knowledge to the sphere I move in, Above this useless tattle. Tattle? Sister, D'ee know to whom you talk this? To the Gentleman Of my Lords Horse, new stepped into the Office: 'Tis a good place Sir, if you can be thankful. Demean your carriage in it, so that negligence Or pride of your preferment oversway not The grace you hold in his esteem. Such fortunes Drop not down every day; observe the favour That raised you to this fortune. Thou mistak'st sure What person thou hold'st speech with. Strange and idle. Is't possible? why? you are turned a Mistress, A Mistress of the trim; beshrew me Lady You keep a stately Port, but it becomes you not: Our Father's Daughter, if I err not rarely, Delighted in a softer humbler sweetness: Not in a hey-de-gay of scurvy Gallantry. You do not brave it like a thing o'th' fashion; You Ape the humour faintly. Love dear Maid Is but desire of beauty, and 'tis proper For beauty to desire to be beloved. Fine sport, you mind not me; will you yet hear me Madam? Thou shalt not wish for any full addition, Which may adorn thy rarities to boast 'em: That bounty can withhold— I know I shall not.
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A courtesie? a bondage; You are a great man vicious, much more vicious, Because you hold a seeming league with charity Of pestilent nature, keeping hospitality For sensualists in your owne Sepulchre, Even by your life time: yet are dead already. How's this, come be more mild. You chide me soberly, Then Sir I tune my voice to other Musique; You are an eminent statist, be a Father To such unfriended Virgins, as your bounty Hath drawn into a scandall, you are powerfull In meanes. A Batchelour, freed from the jelousies Of wants, convert this privacie of maintenance Into your own Court: let this (as you call it) Your Academy have a residence there; And there survey your charity your selfe: That when you shall bestow on worthy husbands With fitting portions, such as you know worthie; You may yeeld to the present age example, And to posterity a glorious Chronicle: There were a worke of piety: the other is A scorne upon your Tombe-stone; where the Reader Will but expound, that when you liv'd you pander'd Your owne purse and your same. I am too bold Sir, Some anger and some pittie hath directed A wandring trouble. Be not known what passages The time hath lent, for once I can beare with yee. Ile countenance the hazzard of suspition. And be your guest a while. Be—but hereafter— I know not what—Livio. My Lord. Indeed Sir I cannot part we'e yet. Well then thou shalt not, My pretious Castamela—thou hast a Sister, A prefect Sister Livio. All is inck'd here Good soule indeed. Ide speake with you anon. It may be so. Come faire one. Oh I am cheated. PRithee be serious. Prithee interupt not The Paradise of my becharming thoughts, Which mount my knowledge to the spheare I move in, Above this uselesse tattle. Tattle? Sister, Dee know to whom you talke this? To the Gentleman Of my Lords Horse, new stept into the Office: 'Tis a good place Sir, if you can be thankfull. Demeane your carriage in it, so that negligence Or pride of your preferment oversway not The grace you hold in his esteem. Such fortunes Drop not down every day; observe the favour That rais'd you to this fortune. Thou mistak'st sure What person thou holdst speech with. Strange and idle. Ist possible? why? you are turn'd a Mistris, A Mistris of the trimme; beshrew me Lady You keepe a stately Port, but it becomes you not: Our Fathers Daughter, if I erre not rarely, Delighted in a softer humbler sweetnes: Not in a hey-de-gay of scurvey Gallantry. You do not brave it like a thing oth' fashion; You Ape the humor faintly. Love deare Maid Is but desire of beauty, and 'tis proper For beauty to desire to be belov'd. Fine sport, you mind not me; will you yet heare me Madam? Thou shalt not wish for any full addition, Which may adorne thy rarities to boast em: That bounty can withold—I know I shall not.