Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Lady's Trial · chunk 22 of 34

Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals)
not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 477 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.

Adurni. A' shall bleed. Malfato contemned my proffered love. Yoke 'em in death— what's my reward? Propose it, and enjoy it. You for my wife. Ha! Nothing else, deny me. And i'll betray your counsels to your ruin; Else do the feat courageously— consider. I do dispatch the task I have enjoined, Then claim my promise. No such matter, pretty one, we'll marry first— or— farewell. Stay, examine From my confession what a plague thou drawest Into thy bosom, though I blush to say it, Know I have without sense of shame, or honour, Forsook a lawful marriage bed, to dally Between Adurni's arms. This Lords. The same; more not content with him I courted, A newer pleasure, but was there refused by him I named so late. Malfato. Right, am henceforth resolutely bent to print My follies on their hearts, then change my life For some rare penance, canst thou love me now? Better I do believe 'tis possible you may mend, All this breaks off no bargain. Accept my hand, with this a faith as constant As vows can urge, nor shall my haste prevent This contract, which death only must divorce. Settle the time. Meet here tomorrow night, We will determine further, as behooves us. How is my new love called? Levidolche, be confident, I bring a worthy portion; But you'll sly off. Not I, by all that's noble, A kiss— farewell— dear fate. Love is sharp sighted And can pierce through the cunning of disguises, False pleasures I cashier ye, fair truth welcome. HEre you are safe, (sad cosen) if you please May oversay the circumstance of what You late discoursed, mine ears are gladly open, For I myself am in such hearty league With solitary thoughts, that pensive language Charms my attention. But my husband's honours, By how much more in him they sparkle clearly by so much more they tempt belief to credit The wrack and ruin of my injured name. Why cosen should the earth cleave to the roots, The seas and heavens be mingled in disorder, Your purity with unaffrighted eyes Might wait the uproar, 'tis the guilty trembles At horrors, not the innocent, you are cruel In censuring a liberty allowed. Speak freely, gentle cousin, was Adurni Importunately wanton? In excess Of entertainment, else not. Not the boldness Of an uncivil courtship. What that meant, I never understood, I have at once Set bars between my best of earthly joys, And best of men, so excellent a man As lives without comparison, his love To me was matchless. Yet put case, sweet cousin, That I could name a creature, whose affection Followed your Auria in the height: affection To you; even to Spinella, true and settled, As ever Auria's was, can, is, or will be. You may not chide the story. Fortune's minions Are flattered, not the miserable.
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PlayThe Lady's Trial
AuthorFord, John
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1638 [licensed for stage, May 3]
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeProfessional;Boys Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1101 · TCP A01052 · DEEP 918
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1493–1571 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 34 in this edition
Length477 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches at 0.800
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Adurni. A' ſhall bleed. Malfato contemn'd my proffered love. Yoake 'em in death—whats my reward? Propoſe it, and enjoy it. You for my wife. Ha! Nothing elſe, deny mee. And ile betray your counſells to your ruine; Elſe doe the feate couragiouſly—conſider. I doe diſpatch the taske I have enjoyn'd, Then claime my promiſe. No ſuch matter, pretty one, Weele marry firſt—or—farewell. Stay, examine From my confeſſion what a plague thou draw'ſt Into thy boſome, tho I bluſh to ſay it, Know I have without ſence of ſhame, or honour, Forſooke a lawfull marriage bed, to dally Betweene Adurnis armes. This Lords. The ſame; more not content with him I courted, A newer pleaſure, but was there refus'd by him I nam'd ſo late. Malfato. Right, am henceforth reſolutely bent to print My foll es on their hearts, then change my life For ſome rare pennance, canſt thou love me now? Better I doe believe tis poſſible you may mend, All this breakes off no bargain. Accept my hand, with this a faith as conſtant As vowes can urge, nor ſhall my haſte prevent This contract, which death only muſt divorce. Settle the time. Meete here to morrow night, We wil determine further, as behoves us. How is my new love call'd? Levidolche, be confident, I bring a worthy portion; But you'l ſlie off. Not I, by all thats noble, A kiſſe—farewell—deare fate. Love is ſharpe ſighted And can pierce through the cunning of diſguiſes, Falſe pleaſures I caſheere ye, faire truth welcome. HEre you are ſafe, (ſad coſen) if you pleaſe May over-ſay the circumſtance of what You late diſcourſt, mine eares are gladly oper, For I my ſelfe am in ſuch hearty league With ſolitary thoughts, that penſive language Charmes my attention. But my husbands honours, By how much more in him they ſparkle cleerly by ſo much more they tempt beliefe to credit The wrack and ruine of my injur'd name. Why coſen ſhould the earth cleave to the rootes, The ſeas and heavens be mingled in diſorder, Your purity with unaffrighted eyes Might waite the uproare, tis the guilty trembles At horrors, not the innocent, you are cruell In cenſuring a libertle allowd. Speake freely, gentle couſin, was Adurni Importunately wanton? In exceſſe Of entertainment, elſe not. Not the boldneſſe Of an uncivill courtſhip. What that meaht, I never underſtood, I have at once Set barres between my beſt of earthly joyes, And beſt of men, ſo excellent a man As lives without compariſon, his love To me was matchleſſe. Yet put caſe, ſweet couſin, That I could name a creature, whoſe affection Followd your Auria in the height: affection To you; even to Spinella▪ true and ſetled, As ever Auria's was▪ can, is, or will be. You may not chide the ſtorie. Fortunes minions Are flattered, not the miſerable.