Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Lustre of beauty, Not to affright your tender soul with horror, We may descend to tales of peace and love, Soft whispers fitting lady's closets, for Thunder of cannon, roaring smoke and fire, As if hell's maw had vomited confusion, The clash of steel, the neighs of barbed Steeds, Wounds spouting blood, towns capering in the air, Castles pushed down, and Cities ploughed with swords, Become great Guzman's Oratory best, Who though victorious, and during life Must be: yet now grants parley to thy smiles. 'Sfoot, Don, you talk too big, you make her tremble, Do you not see't imaginarily? I do as plainly as you saw the death Of the Austrian Boar, she rather hears Of feasting then of fighting, take her that way. Yes we will feast my queen, my empress saint, Shalt taste no delicates but what are dressed With costlier spices than the Arabian bird Sweetens her funeral bed with, we will riot With every change of meats; which may renew Our blood unto a spring, so pure, so high, That from our pleasures shall proceed a race Of scepter-bearing princes, who at once Must reign in every quarter of the globe. Can more be said by one that feeds on herring And garlic constantly? Yes we will feast. Enough, she's taken, and will love you now, As well in buff, as your imagined bravery, Your dainty ten times dressed buff, with this language (Bold man of arms) shall win upon her, doubt not Beyond all silken puppetry, think no more Of your mockadoes, calaminchaes, quellioes, Pearl larded capes and diamond buttoned breeches, Leave such poor outside helps to puling lovers, Such as Fulgoso your weak rival is, That starveling brained-companion appear you At first (at least) in your own warlike fashion: I pray be ruled, and change not a thread about you. The humour takes (for I sir, am a man Affects not shifts) I will adventure thus. Why so you carry her from all the world, I'm proud my stars designed me out an instrument In such an high employment. gravely spoken, You may be proud on't— What is lost is lost, Money is trash, and Ladies are et caetera's, Play's play; luck's luck, fortunes an I know what, You see the worst of me, and what's all this now? A very spark (I vow) you will be styled, Fulgoso the invincible, but did The fair Spinella lose an equal part How much in all d''ee say? Bare threescore ducats, Thirty a piece, we need not care who know it She played, I went her half walked by and whistled After my usual manner thus— unmoved As no such thing had ever been as it were, Although I saw the winners share my money His lordship, and an honest gentleman Pursed it, but not so merrily as I Whistled it off— whistles A noble confidence. D'ee note your rival.
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Luſtre of beauty, Not to affright your tender ſoule with horrour, We may diſcend to tales of peace and love, Soft whiſpers fitting Ladies cloſſers, for Thunder of cannon, roaring ſmoake and fire, As if hells maw had vomited confuſion, The claſh of ſteele, the neighs of barbed Steeds, Wounds ſpouting blood, townes capering in the ayre, Caſtles puſh downe, and Cities plowd with ſwords, Become great Guzmans Oratory beſt, Who tho victorious, and during life Muſt be: yet now grants parley to thy ſmilts. S'foot, Don, you talke too big, you make her tremble, Doe you not ſee't imaginarily? I doe as plainely as you ſaw the death Of the Auſtrian Bore, ſhe rather heares Of feaſting then of fighting, take her that way. Yes we will feaſt my queene, my empreſſe ſaint, Shal't taſt no delicates but what are dreſt Wth coſtlier ſpices then the Arabian bird Sweetens her funerall bed with, we will riot With every change of meates; which may renue Our bloud unto a ſpring, ſo pure, ſo high, That from our pleaſures ſhall proceede a race Of ſcepter-braing princes, who at once Mſt raigne in every quarter of the globe. Can more be ſaid by one that feeds on herring And garlicke conſtantlie? Yes we will feaſt. Enough, ſhes taken, and will love you now, As well in buffe, as your imagin'd bravery, Your dainty ten times dreft buffe, with this language (Bould man of armes) ſhall win upon her, doubt not Beyond all ſilken puppetry, thinke no more Of your mockadoes, calaminchaes, quellios, Pearle larded capes and diamond buttond breeches, Leave ſuch poore out-ſide helpes to puling lovers, Such as Fulgoſo your weake rivall is, That ſtarveling braind-companion appeare you At firſt (at leaſt) in your owne warlike faſhion: I pray be rul'd, and change not a thred about you. The humour takes (for I ſir, am a man Affects not ſhifts) I will adventure thus. Why ſo you carry her from all the world, Ime proud my ſtarres deſigned me out an inſtrument In ſuch an hie imploiment. gravely ſpoken, You may be prowd ont— What is loſt is loſt, Money is traſh, and Ladies are et caetera's, Play's play; luck's lucke, fortunes an I know what, You ſee the worſt of me, and whats all this now? A very ſparke (I vow) you will be ſtil'd, Fulgoſo the invincible, but did The faire Spinella looſe an equall part How much in all d'ee ſay? Bare threeſcore duckets, Thirty a peece, we neede not care who know it She plaid, I went her halfe walkd by and whiſtled After my uſuall manner thus—unmoved As no ſuch thing had ever beene as it were, Altho I ſaw the winners ſhare my money His lordſhip, and an honeſt gentleman Purſ'd it, but not ſo merrily as I Whiſtled it off—whiſtles A noble confidence. Dee note your rivall.