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 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
So; Levidolche, you know our mind, Be cheerful, come Trelcatio, Causes of joy or grief, do seldom happen Without companions, ne'er thy resolutions Have given another birth to my contents. Even so, wise uncle, much good do ye— discovered! I could fly out, mix vengeance with my love, Unworthy man Malfato, my good Lord My hot in blood, rare Lord, grows could too, well Rise dotage into rage, and sleep no longer; Affection turned to hatred, threatens mischief. In the next gallery you may behold Such living pictures Lady, such rich pieces, Of Kings, and Queens, and Princes, that you'd think They breathe, and smile upon ye. Ha, they crownthes, Great crownthes o'th' gold upon their headthes. Pure gold, Drawn all in state. How many horthes pray Are i'th' their Chariots? sixteen, some twenty. My sister wherefore left we her alone? Where stays she gentlemen? Viewing the rooms, 'tis like you'll meet her in the gallery. This house is full of curiosities, Most fit for ladies' sights. Yeth, yeth, the thight Of printhethes ith a fine thight. Good, let us find her. Sweet Ladies this way; see the doors sure. Doubt not. PLeasures, Beauty, Youth attend ye. Whiles the spring of nature lasteth, Love and melting thoughts attend ye Ʋse the time, ere winter hasteth. Active blood, and free delight, Place and privacy invite. Do do! be kind as fair, Lose not opportunity for air. She is cruel that denies it, Bounty best appears in granting, Stealth of sport as soon supplies it, Whiles the dues of love are wonting. Here's the sweet exchange of bliss, When each whisper proves a kiss. In the game are felt no pains, For in all the looser gains. Plead not fair creature without sense of pity So incompassionately 'gainst a service, In nothing faulty more than pure obedience, My honours and my fortunes are led captives In triumph by your all-commanding beauty, And if you ever felt the power of love, The rigor of an uncontrolled passion, The tyranny of thoughts consider mine, In some proportion, by the strength of yours, Thus may you yield and conquer. Do not study (My Lord) to apparel folly in the steed Of costly colours, henceforth cast off far Far from your noblest nature, the contempt Of goodness, and be gentler to your fame, By purchase of a life to grace your story. dear, how sweetly Reproof droops from that balmy spring your breath, Now could I read a lecture of my griefs Unearth a mine of Jewels at your foot, Command a golden shower to rain down, Impoverish every Kingdom of the east, Which trafficks richest clothes, and silks; would you Vouchsafe one, unspleened chiding to my riot, Else such a sacrifice can but beget Suspicion of returns, to my devotion, In mercenary blessings, for that saint To whom I vow myself, must never want Fit offerings to her altar. Auria, Auria, Fight not for name abroad, but come my husband, Fight for thy wife at home.
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So; Levidolche, you know our minde, Be cheerefull, come Trelcatio, Cauſes of joy or griefe, do ſeldome happen Without companions, necre thy reſolutions Have given an other birth to my contents▪ Even ſo, wiſe uncle, much good doe ye—diſcoverd! I could flie out, mix vengeance with my love, Unworthy man Malfato, my good Lord My hot in bloud, rare Lord, growes could too, well Riſe dotage into rage, and ſleep no longer; Affection turned to hatred, threatens miſchiefe. In the next gallory you may behold Such living pictures Lady, ſuch rich pieces, Of Kings, and Queens, and Princes, that you'd think They breath, and ſmile upon yee. Ha, they crownthes, Great crownthes oth gold upon their headthes. Pure gold, Drawne all in ſtate. How many horthes pray Are ith their Chariots? Sxteene, ſome twenty. My ſiſter wherefore left we her alone? Where ſtaies ſhe gentlemen? Viewing the roomes, Tis like youle meet her in the gallery. This houſe is full of curioſities, Moſt fit for Ladies ſights. Yeth, yeth, the thight Of printhethes ith a fine thight. Good, let us finde her. Sweet Ladies this way; ſee the doores ſure. Doubt not. PLeaſures, Beauty, Youth attend yee. Whiles the ſpring of nature laſteth, Love and melting thoughts attend yee Ʋſe the time, ere winter haſteth. Active blood, and free delight, Place and privacie invite. Doe doe! be kind as faire, Looſe not opportunity for ayre. She is cruell that denies it, Bountie beſt appeares in granting, Stealth of ſport as ſoone ſupplies it, Whiles the dues of love are wonting. Here's the ſweet exchange of bliſſe, When each whiſper proves a kiſſe. In the game are felt no paines, For in all the looſer gaines. Plead not faire creature without ſence of pity So incompaſſionatly gainſt a ſervice, In nothing faulty more then pure obedience, My honours and my fortunes are led captives In triumph by your all-commanding beauty, And if you ever felt the power of love, The rigor of an uncontrouled paſſion, The tyrannie of thoughts conſider mine▪ In ſome proportion, by the ſtrength of yours, Thus may you yield and conquer. Doe not ſtudy (My Lord) to apparrell folly in the ſteed Of coſtly colours, henceforth caſt off farre Far from your nobleſt nature, the contempt Of goodneſſe, and be gentler to your fame, By purchaſe of a life to grace your ſtory. Deare, how ſweetly Reproofe droopes from that baulmy ſpring your breath, Now could I read a lecture of my griefes Un-earth a mine of Jewells at your foote, Command a golden ſhower to raine downe, Impoveriſh every Kingdome of the eaſt, Which trafficks richeſt cloathes, and filkes; would you Vouchſafe one, unſpleend chiding to my riot, Elſe ſuch a ſacrifice can but beget Suſpition of returnes, to my devotion, In mercenary bleſſings, for that ſaint To whom I vow my ſelfe, muſt never want Fit offerings to her altar. Auria, Auria, Fight not for name abroad, but come my husband, Fight for thy wife at home.