Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Yet put not up your swords, it is the pleasure Of the fair Lady, that you quit the field, With brandished blades in hand. And more to show your suffering valour, as her equal favours, you both should take a competence of kicks. How? Thus and thus, away you brace of stinkards, Pheugh, is it were. Why since it is her pleasure, I dare and will endure it. Pheugh. A way, but stay below. Budge not, I charge ye, Till you have further leave. Mine honour claims The last foot in the field. I'll lead the van then. yet more, be gone, are not these precious suitors— What tumults fright the house? A brace of Castrels, That flattered sir, about this lovely game your daughter, but they durst not give the souse And so took hedge. Me Haggards, Buzzards, Kites. Ith corn, thuch trump and will thape my luffe, Henth forth ath thall my father betht direct me. Why now thou singest in tune, my Amoretta, And my good friends, you have likewise Physicians, Prescribed a healthful diet, I shall think on A bounty for your pains, and will present ye To noble Auria: such as your descents Commend, but for the present we must quit This room to privacy: they come— Nay predee, Leave me not Dentlemen. We are your servants. Y'are welcome, be assured you are, for proof, Retrieve the boldness (as you please to term it) Of visit to commands, if this man's presence Be not of use, dismiss him. 'tis (with favour) Of consequence my Lord, your friend may witness How far my reputation stands engaged To noble reconcilement. I observe No party here amongst us, who can challenge A motion of such honour. Could your looks Borrow more clear severity and calmness, Than can the peace of a composed soul; Yet I presume, report of my attempt (Trained by a curiosity io youth) For scattering clouds before 'em, hath raised tempests Which will at last break out. Hid now (most likely) I'th' darkness of your speech. you may be plainer. I shall my Lord, that I intended wrong, Ha? wrong? to whom? To Auria, and as far As language could prevail, did— Take advice, (Young Lord) before thy tongue betray a secret Concealed yet from the world; hear and consider In all my flight of vanity and giddiness, When scarce the wings of my excess were fledged, When a distemperature of youthful heat, Might have excused disorder and ambition, Even then, and so from thence till now the down Of softness is exchanged for plumes of age, Confirmed and hardened, never durst I pitch On any howsoever likely rest, Where the presumption might be constered wrong, The word is hateful, and the sense wants pardon: For as I durst not wrong the meanest, so He who but only aimed by any boldness, A wrong to me, should find I must not bear it, The one is as unmanly as the other. Now without interruption.
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Yet put not up your ſwords, it is the pleaſure Of the faire Lady, that you quit the field, With brandiſht blades in hand. And more to ſhew your ſuffering valour, as her equall favours, you both ſhould take a competence of kickes. How? Thus and thus, away you brace of ſtinkards, Pheugh, is it were. Why ſince it is her pleaſure, I dare and will endure it. Pheugh. A way, but ſtay below. Budge not, I charge yee, Till you have further leave. Mine honour claimes The laſt foot in the field. Ile lead the van then. yet more, be gone, are not theſe pretious ſuiters— What tumults fright the houſe? A brace of Caſtrels, That flattered ſir, about this lovely game your daughter, but they durſt not give the ſouze And ſo tooke hedge. Mee Haggards, Buzzards, Kites. Ith korne, thuch trumpe and will thape my luffe, Henth forth ath thall my father betht direct me. Why now thou ſingſt in tune, my Amoretta▪ And my good friends, you have likewiſe Phyſicians, Preſcrib'd a healthfull dyet, I ſhall thinke on A bounty for your paines, and will preſent yee To noble Auria: ſuch as your deſcents Commend, but for the preſent we muſt quit This roome to privacie: they come— Nay predee, Leave me not Dentlemen. We are your ſervants. Y'are welcome, be aſſur'd you are, for proofe, Retrive the boldneſſe (as you pleaſe to terme it) Of viſit to commands, if this mans preſence Be not of uſe, diſmiſſe him. Tis (with favour) Of conſequence my Lord, your friend may witneſſe How farre my reputation ſtands ingag'd To noble reconcilement. I obſerve No partie here amongſt us, who can challenge A motion of ſuch honour. Could your lookes Borrow more cleare ſeveritie and calmneſſe, Than can the peace of a compoſed ſoule; Yet I preſume, report of my attempt (Train'd by a curioſity io youth) For ſcattering clouds before 'em, hath raiſ'd tempeſts Which will at laſt break out. Hid now (moſt likely) I'th darkneſſe of your ſpeech. you may be plainer. I ſhall my Lord, that I intended wrong, Ha? wrong? to whom? To Auria, and as farre As language could prevaile, did— Take advice, (Young Lord) before thy tongue betray a ſecret Conceald yet from the world; heare and conſider In all my flight of vanitie and giddineſſe, VVhen ſcarce the wings of my exceſſe were fledg'd, VVhen a diſtemperature of youthfull heat, Might have excuſ'd diſorder and ambition, Even then, and ſo from thence till now the down Of ſoftneſſe is exchang'd for plumes of age▪ Confirm'd and hardned, never durft I pitch On any howſoever likely reſt, VVhere the preſumption might be conſterd wrong, The word is hatefull, and the ſence wants pardon: For as I durſt not wrong the meaneſt, ſo He who but onely aimd by any boldneſſe, A wrong to me, ſhould finde I muſt not beare it, The one is as unmanly as the other. Now without interruption.