Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Courage, they who have no hearts, Find none to lose; ours is as great as his, Who defy danger most, sure state and ceremony In habit here like strangers we shall wait Formality of entertainment, Cousen, Let us return, 'tis paltry. Gentle sir, Contain your passion, my attendance only Commends a duty. Now for heaven's sake sister— A' comes, your husband comes, take comfort sister Malfato. Auria. Cosen, would mine arms In their embraces might at once deliver Affectionately what interest your merit Holds in my estimation, I may chide The coyness of this intercourse betwixt us, Which a retired privacy on your part Hath pleased to show; if aught of my endeavours Can purchase kind opinion, I shall honour The means and practice. 'tis your charity. Worthy Malfato. Provident Aurelio. Castanna, virtuous maid, Your servant, brother. But who's that other, such a face mine eyes Have been acquainted with, the fight resembles Something which is not quite lost to remembrance; Why does the Lady kneel? to whom? pray rise; I shall forget civility of manners, Imagining you tender, a false tribute, Or him to whom you tender counterfeit. My Lord, you use a borrowed bravery, Not suiting fair constructions, may your fort fortunes Mount higher than can apprehension reach 'em, Yet this waste kind of antique sovereignty Unto a wife who equal every best Of your deserts, achievements, or posterity, bewrays a barrenness of noble nature, Let upstarts exercise uncomely roughness, Clear spirits to the humble will be humble: You know your wife no doubt. Cry ye mercy Gentleman, Belike you come to tutor a good carriage, Are expert in the nick on't, we shall study Instructions quietly, wife you said, agreed. Keep fair, and stand the trial. Those words raise A lively soul in her, who almost yielded To faintness and stupidity, I thank ye, Though prove what judge you will, till I can purge Objections which require belief and conscience, I have no kindred sister, husband, friend, Or pity for my plea. Call ye this welcome? we are mistook Castanna. Oh my Lord, other respects were promised. Said ye Lady, No kindred, sister, husband, friend. Nor name, With this addition, I disclaim all benefit Of mercy from a charitable thought, If one or all the subtleties of malice, If any engineer of faithless discord, If supposition for pretence in folly, Can point out, without injury to goodness, A likelihood of guilt in my behaviour, Which may declare neglect in every duty, Required fit, or exacted. High and peremptory, The confidence is masculine. Why not, an honourable cause gives life to truth, Without control. I can proceed, that tongue, Whose venom by traducing spotless honour, Hath spread, th'infection is not more mine enemy, Than theirs, or his weak and besotted brains are, On whom the poison of its cankered falsehood Hath wrought for credit to so foul a mischief. Speak sir, the churlish voice of this combustion, Aurelio speak, nor (gentle sir) forbear Ought what you know, but roundly use your eloquence Against a mean defendant.
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Courage, they who have no hearts, Finde none to loſe; ours is as great as his, Who defie danger moſt▪ ſure ſtate and ceremonie In habit here like ſtrangers we ſhall wait Formalitie of entertainment, Couſen, Let us returne, 'tis paultry. Gentle ſir, Contine your paſſion, my attendance onely Commends a dutie. Now for heavens ſake ſiſter— A' comes, your husband comes, take comfort ſiſter Malfato. Auria. Coſen, would mine armes In their embraces might at once deliver Affectionately what intereſt your merit Holds in my eſtimation, I may chide The coyneſſe of this intercourſe betwixt us, Which a retir'd privacle on your part Hath pleaſ'd to ſhew; if ought of my endevours Can purchaſe kinde opinion, I ſhall honour The meanes and practice. Tis your charitie. VVorthy Malfato. Provident Aurelio. Caſtanna, vertuous mayd, Your ſervant, brother. But who's that other, ſuch a face mine eyes Have been acquainted with, the fight reſembles Something which is not quite loſt to remembrance; VVhy do's the Lady kneele? to whom? pray riſe; I ſhall forget civilitie of manners, Imagining you tender, a falſe tribute, Or him to whom you tender counterfeit. My Lord, you uſe a borrowd bravery, Not ſuiting faire conſtructions, may your fort unes Mount higher than can apprehenſion reach 'em, Yet this waſte kinde of antique ſoveraign Unto a wife who equals every beſt Of your deſerts, archievements, or poſteritie, Bewrayes a barrenneſſe of noble nature, Let upſtarts exerciſe uncomely roughneſſe, Cleare ſpirits to the humble will be humble: You know your wife no doubt. Cry ye mercie Gentleman, Belike you come to tutour a good carriage, Are expert in the nicke ont, we ſhall ſtudy Inſtructions quiently, wife you ſayd, agreed. Keepe faire, and ſtand the triall. Thoſe words raiſe A lively ſoule in her, who almoſt yeelded To faintneſſe and ſtupiditie, I thanke yee, Tho prove what judge you will, till I can purge Objections which require beliefe and conſcience, I have no kindred ſiſter, husband, friend, Or pittie for my plea. Call ye this welcom? we are miſtook Caſtanna. Oh my Lord, other reſpects were promiſed. Said yee Lady, No kindred, ſiſter, husband, friend. Nor name, With this addition, I diſclaime all benefit Of mercie from a charitable thought, If one or all the ſubtilties of malice, If any enginiere of faithleſſe diſcord, If ſuppoſition for pretence in folly, Can poynt out, without injurie to goodneſſe, A likelihood of guilt in my behaviour, Which may declare neglect in every dutie, Requir'd fit, or exacted. High and peremptory, The confidence is maſculine. Why not, an honourable cauſe gives life to truth, Without controll. I can proceed, that tongue, Whoſe venome by traducing ſpotleſſe honour, Hath ſpread, th'infection is not more mine enemie, Then theirs, or his weake and beſotted braines are, On whom the poyſon of its cankred falſhood Hath wrought for credit to ſo foule a miſchiefe. Speake ſir, the churliſh voyce of this combuſtion, Aurelio ſpeake, nor (gentle ſir) forbeare Ought what you know, but roundly uſe your eloquence Againſt a meane defendant.