Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Think ye tho thignior, It much be then thome unknown obthcure printh That thuns the light. Perhaps the prince of darkness. Of darkeneth what ith he? A courtier matchless a' wooswoes, and wins, more beauties to his love Then all the kings on earth. Whea thandeth hith court pey— This gentleman approaching I presume, Has more relation to his court than I, And comes in time t'inform ye. Think ye tho time thure you know him, Lady you'll perceive it. She seems in my first entrance to admire me, Protest she eyes me round; Fulg. she's is thine own. Noble Fulgoso. Did you hear the music? 'twas I that brought it, was't not tickling? ah ha Pay what pinth thent it. Prince, no Prince but we, We set the ditty and composed the song, There's not a note or foot in't, but our own, And the pure trodden mortar of this brain, We can do things and things. Doo'd sing't yova thelfe then. Nay, nay, I could never sing More than a gib cat, or a very howler, But you shall hear me whistle it. Thith thingth thome jethter, Thure he belongeth unto the printh of darkneth. Yes, and i'll tell you what his office is, His Prince delights himself exceedingly In birds of divers kinds, this gentleman Is keeper and instructor of his blackbirds, he took his skill first from his father's carter. tithe wonderful to thee by what thrange means Thome men are raised to plathes. I do hear you, And thank ye heartily for your good wills, In setting forth my parts, but what I live on, Is simple trade of money from my lands. Hang sharks, I am no shifter. Ith pothible— Bleth uth whoth thith? Oh it is the man of might. May my address to beauty lie no scandal Upon my martial honour, since even Mars Whom as in war, in love I imitate, Could not resist the shafts of Cupid, therefore As with the god of War, I deign to stoop. Lady vouchsafe loves goddess like to yield Your fairer hand unto these lips, the portal Of valiant breath, that hath o'erturned an army. Fay'a weather, keep me, what a thorme ith thith? Oh Don keep off at further distance yet A little farther, do you not observe How your strong breath hath terrified the Lady? I'll stop the breath of war and breath as gently As a perfumed pair of sucking bellows In some sweet lady's chamber, for I can Speak lion-like, or sheep like, when I please. Stand by then, without noise a while brave Don And let her only view your parts, they'll take her. We publish them in silence. Stand you there Fulgoso the magnificent. Hear? Just there, Let her survey you both; you'll be her choice ne'er doubt it, man. I cannot doubt it, man. But speak not till I bid you. I may whistle. A little to yourself, to spend the time. Both foolth you they. But hear them for your sport.
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Thinke ye tho thignior, It muth be then thome unknowne obthcure printh That thuns the light. Perhaps the prince of darkeneſſe. Of darkeneth what ith he? A courtier matchleſſe A'woes, and wins, more beauties to his love Then all the kings on earth. Whea thandeth hith court pey— This gentleman approaching I preſume, Has more relation to his court then I, And comes in time t'informe ye. Thinck ye tho time thure you know him, Lady youl perceave it▪ She ſeemes in my firſt entrance to admire me, Proteſt ſhe eyes me round; Fulg▪ ſhees is thine owne. Noble Fulgoſo. Did you heare the muſique? Twas I that brought it, was't not tickling? ah ha Pay what pinth thent it. Prince, no Prince but we, We ſet the ditty and compoſd the ſong, Theresnos a note or foote in't, but our owne, And the pure trodden morter of this braine, We can doe things and things. Doo'd thing't youa thelfe then. Nay, nay, I could never ſing More then a gib cat, or a very howler, But you ſhall heareme whiſtle it. Thith thingth thome jethter, Thure he belongth unto the printh of darkneth. Yes, and ile tell you what his office is, His Prince delights himſelfe exceedingly In birds of divers kindes, this gentleman Is keeper and inſtructer of his black-birds, he tooke his skill firſt from his fathers carter. Tith wonderfull to thee by what thrange meanes Thome men are raiſd to plathes. I doe heare you, And thanke ye heartily for your good wills, In ſetting forth my parts, but what I live on, Is ſimple trade of money from my lands. Hang ſharkes, I am no ſhifter. Ith pothible— Bleth uth whoth thith? Oh it is the man of might. May my addreſſe to beauty lay no ſcandall Upon my martiall honour, ſince even Mars Whom as in war, in love I imitate, Could not reſiſt the ſhafts of Cupid, therefore As with the god of Warre, I deigne to ſtoop▪ Lady vouchſafe loves goddeſſe like to yield Your fairer hand unto theſe lips, the portalle Of valiant breath, that hath ore-turnd an army. Fay'a weather, keepe me, what a thorme ith thith? Oh Don keepe off at further diſtance yet A little farther, doe you not obſerve How your ſtrong breath hath terrifyd the Lady? Ile ſtop the breath of war and breath as gently As a perfum'd paire of ſucking bellowes In ſome ſweete Ladies chamber, for I can Speake Lyon-like, or ſheepe like, when I pleaſe. Stand by then, without noiſe a while brave Don And let her only view your parts, they'le take her. publiſh them in ſilence. Stand you there Fulgoſo the magnificent. Heare? Juſt there, Let her ſurvey you both; youle be her choyce Nere doubt it, man. I cannot doubt it, man. But ſpeake not till I bid you. I may whiſtle. A little to your ſelfe, to ſpend the time. Both foolth you thay. But heare them for your ſport.