Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 501 words
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Oh never cank (Dear cruelty) one that is sworn your creature, Amongst your country's enemies, I use. No force, but humble words, delivered from A tongue that's secretary to my heart. How poorly some, tame to their wild desires, Fawn on abuse of virtue, pray my Lord, Make not your house my prison. Grant a freedom, To him who is the bondman to your beauty. Keep back ye close contrivers of false pleasures, Or I shall force ye back— can it be possible Locked up and singly too, chaste hospitality A banquet in a bedchamber; Adurni! Dishonourable man. What sees this rudeness, That can broach scandal here. For you hereafter, Oh woman, lost to every brave report, Thy wronged Auria is come home with glory, Prepare a welcome to uncrown the greatness Of his prevailing fates, Whiles you belike, Are furnished with some news for entertainment Which must become your friendship to be knit More fast betwixt your souls, by my removal, Both from his heart and memory. Rich conquest, To triumph on a lady's injured fame, Without a proof or warrant. Have I life Sir, Faith, Christianity? Put me on the rack, The wheel, or the galleys, if— Peace factors, In merchandise of scorn, your sounds are deadly, Castanna, I could pity your consent To such ignoble practice, but I find. Course fortunes easily seduced, and herein All claim to goodness ceases. Use your tyranny. What rests behind for me, out with it. Horror, Becoming such a forfeit of obedience, Hope not that any falsity in friendship Can palliate a broken faith, it dares not Leave in thy prayers (fair vow-breaking want on) To dress thy soul new, whose purer whiteness Is sullied by thy change, from truth to folly. A fearful storm is hovering, it will fall, No shelter can avoid it, let the guilty Sink under their own ruin. How unmanly His anger threatens mischief! Whom, I prithee, Doth the man speak to? Lady, be not moved, I will stand Champion for your honour, hazard All what is dearest to me. Mercy heaven! Champion for me, and Auria living? Auria? He lives, and for my guard my innocence As free as are my husband's clearest thoughts, Shall keep off vain constructions, I must beg Your charities; sweet sister, yours to leave me, I need no fellows now: let me appear, Or mine own lawyer, or in open court (Like some forsaken client) in my suit Be cast for want of honest plea— oh misery. Her resolution's violent, quickly follow, By no means (sir) y'ave followed her already, I fear with too much ill success in trial, Of unbecoming courtesies; your welcome Ends in so sad a farewell. I will stand The roughness of th'encounter, like a gentleman, And wait ye to your homes, what are befal me. I Say, Don, brother mine, win her and wear her. And so will I; if't be my luck to lose her, I lose a pretty wench, and there's the worst on't.
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Oh never canke (Deare crulty) one that is ſwone your creature, Amongſt your countries enemies, I uſe. No force, but humble words, delivered from A tongue thats ſecretarie to my heart. How poorely ſome, tame to their wild deſires, Fawne on abuſe of vertue, pray my Lord, Make not your houſe my priſon. Grant a freedome, To him who is the bondman to your beauty. Keepe backe yee cloſe contrivers of falſe pleaſures, Or I ſhall force ye backe—can it be poſſible Lockd up and ſingly too, chaſt hoſpitality A baquet in a bed-chamber; Adurni! Diſhonourable man. What ſees this rudeneſſe, That can broach ſcandall here. For you hereafter, Oh woman, loſt to every brave report, Thy wronged Auria is come home with glory, Prepare a welcome to uncrowne the greatneſſe Of his prevailing fates, Whiles you belike, Are furniſd with ſome newes for entertainement Which muſt become your friendſhip to be knit More faſt betwixt your ſoules, by my removall, Both from his heart and memory. Rich conqueſt, To triumph on a Ladies injur'd fame, Without a proofe or warrant. Have I life Sir, Faith, Chriſtianity? Put me on the rack, The wheele, or the gallies, if— Peace factors, In merchandiſe of ſcorne, your ſounds are deadly, Caſtanna, I could pity your conſent To ſuch ignoble practice, but I finde. Courſe fortunes eaſily ſeduc'd, and herein All clayme to goodneſſe ceaſes. Uſe your tyranny. What reſts behind for mee, out with it. Horror, Becomming ſuch a forfeit of obedience, Hope not that any falſity in friendſhip Can palliate a broken faith, it dares not Leave in thy prayers (fair vow-breaking want on) To dreſſe thy ſoule new, whoſe purer whiteneſſe Is ſullyd by thy change, from truth to folly. A fearefull ſtorme is hovering, it will fall, No ſhelter can avoydit, let the guilty Sink under their owne ruine. How unmanly His anger threatens miſchiefe! Whom, I prethee, Doth the man ſpeake to? Lady, be not mov'd, I will ſtand Champion for your honour, hazard All what is deereſt to me. Mercie heaven! Champion for me, and Auria living? Auria? He lives, and for my guard my innocence As free as are my husbands cleareſt thoughts, Shall keep off vaine conſtructions, I muſt beg Your charities; ſweet ſiſter, yours to leave me, I need no fellowes now: let me appeare, Or mine owne lawyer, or in open court (Like ſome forſaken client) in my ſuit Be caſt for want of honeſt plea—oh miſery. Her reſolution's violent, quickly follow, By no means (ſir) y'aue followed her already▪ I feare with too much ill ſucceſſe in triall, Of unbecomming courteſies; your welcome Ends in ſo ſad a farewell. I will ſtand The roughnes of th'encounter, like a gentleman, And wait yee to your homes, what are beſal me. I Say, Don, brother mine, win her and weare her. And ſo will I; if't be my lucke to looſe her, I looſe a prety wench, and theres the worſt on't.