Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
the steps Young Ladies tread left to their own discretion, however wisely printed are observed And construed as the lookers on presume, Point out thy ways then in such even pather, As thine own jealousies from others' tongues May not intrude a guilt, though undeserved. Admit of visits as of Physic forced Not to procure health, but for safe prevention Against a growing sickness in thy use Of time and of discourse be found so thirsty, As no remembrance may impeach thy rest, Appear not in a fashion that can prompt The gazer's eye, or holla to report; Some widowed neglect of hand, some value In recreations be both wise, and free, Live still at home, home to thyself howe'er Enriched with noble company, remember A woman's virtue in her life-time, writes The Epitaph all covet on their tombs, In short I know thou never wilt forget Whose wife thou art, nor how upon thy lips, Thy husband at his parting stalled this kiss. No more. Dear heaven I go sister, go. Done bravely, And like the choice of glory to know mine, One of earth's best I have forgone,— see, Yet in another I am rich; a friend, A perfect one, Aurelio. Had I been, No stranger to your bosom Sir, ere now You might have sorted me in your resolves, Companion of your fortunes. So the wrongs I should have ventured on against thy fate Must have denied all pardon, not to hold Dispute with reputations, why before This present instant I concealed the stealth Of my adventures from the Counsels, know My wants do drive me hence. Wants, so you said, And 'twas not friendly spoken, Hear me further. Auria take heed, the covert of a folly Willing to range; be not without excuse Discovered in the coinage of untruths. I use no harder language, thou art near Already on a shipwreck in forsaking The holy land of friendship in forsaking To talk your wants. Fie. By that sacred thing Last issued from the Temple where it dwelled, I mean our friendship, I am sunk so low In my estate, that bids me live in Genoa But six months longer, I survive the remnant Of all my store. Umh. In my Country, friend Where I have sided my superior friend Swayed opposition, friend, friend here to fall Subject to scorn, or rarely found compassion, Were more than man that hath a soul could bear, A soul not stooped to servitude. Your show, Nor certainty, nor weak assurance yet Of reparation in this course: in case Command be proffered. He who cannot merit Preferment by employments, let him bare His throat unto the Turkish cruelty, Or die or live a slave without redemption. For that so, but you have a wife, a young, A fair wife; she, though free could never claim Right in prosperity, was never tempted By trial of extremes, to youth and beauty, Baits for dishonour, and a perished fame. Show me the man that lives, and so my face Dares speak, scarce think, such tyranny against Spinella's constancy, except Aurelio He is my friend.
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the ſteps Young Ladies tread left to their own diſcretion, How ever wiſely printed are obſerved And conſtrued as the lookers on preſume, Point out thy waies then in ſuch even pather, As thine owne iealouſies from others tongues May not intrude a guilt, tho undeſerved. Admit of viſits as of Phyſicke forc'd Not to procure health, but for ſafe prevention Againſt a growing ſickeneſſe in thy uſe Of time and of diſcourſe be found ſo thriſty, As no remembrance may impeach thy reſt, Appeare not in a faſhion that can prompt The gazers eye, or holla to report; Some widdowed neglect of hand, ſome value In recreations be both wiſe, and free, Live ſtill at home, home to thy ſelfe how-ere Enricht with noble company, remember A womans vertue in her lifetime, writes The Epitaph all covet on their tombes, In ſhort I know thou never wilt forget Whoſe wife thou art, nor how upon thy lippes, Thy husband at his parting ſtald this kiſſe. No more. Deere heaven I goe ſiſter, goe. Done bravely, And like the choice of glory to know mine, One of earths beſt I have forgone,—ſee, ſee, Yet in another I am rich; a friend, A perfect one, Aurelio. Had I been, No ſtranger to your boſome Sir, erenow You might have ſorted me in your reſolves, Companion of your fortunes. So the wrongs I ſhould have ventur'd on againſt thy fate Muſt have deny'd all pardon, not to hold Diſpute with reputations, why before This preſent inſtant I conceald the ſtealth Of my adventures from the Counſels, know My wants doe drive me hence. Wants, ſo you ſayd, And 'twas not friendly ſpoken, Heare me further. Auria take heed, the covert of a folly Willing to range; be not without excuſe Diſcoverd in the coynage of untruths. I uſe no harder language, thou art neare Already on a ſhip-wrack in forſaking The holy land of friendſhip in forſaking To talke your wants. Fie. By that ſacred thing Laſt iſſu'd from the Temple where it dwelt, I mean our friendſhip, I am ſunke ſo low In my eſtate, that bids me live in Genoa But ſix moneths longer, I ſurvive the remnant Of all my ſtore. Vmh. In my Countrey, friend Where I have ſided my ſuperiour friend Swayd oppoſition, friend, friend here to fall Subject to ſcorne, or rarely found compaſion, Wre more than man that hath a ſoule could beare, A ſoule not ſtoop'd to ſervitude. Your ſhew, Nor certaintie, nor weake aſſurance yet Of reparation in this courſe: in caſe Command be proffered. He who cannot merit Preferment by employments, let him bare His throat unto the Turkiſh cruelty, Or dye or live a ſlave without redemption. For that ſo, but you have a wife, a young, A faire wife; ſhe, though free could never claime Right in proſperitie, was never tempted By triall of extreames, to youth and beauty, Bayts for diſhonour, and a periſht fame. Shew me the man that lives, and ſo my face Dares ſpeake, ſcarce thinke, ſuch tyranny againſt Spinellas conſtancie, except Aurelio He is my friend.