Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.79 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
I pray thee please the cynic, fit his vain. Fellow behold, I will effect thy will. What profit hast thou by that breath of wind? Why, it warms my hands. But now the heat is laid. It is. Such is the gold, and so it doth abide, A breath of pleasure wavering but a space, Maintained by mighty care, but quickly lost. Now Fortunio let us see what beauty is, Seest thou not this sprig, be't not fresh and green, Now look again, a little violence makes it deformed: Why such is beauty sir, a bait wherewith the world Doth angle arts, entangle towardness, Enforceth reason, traverseth advice: I pray thee let me serve thee Fortunio. To what intent? Because I hate thy course, and will instruct thee, If thou be wise to mark, and prove, and know an honest man. Well, I entertain thee, thou shalt tend on me, But first tell me, whence art thou? Where wast thou borne? I first was borne to be gentle, Nature enforced the seed of good and bad in me, Till death threatened to whip me for my sins, Mercy stepped in, Repent shed tears and kissed me, Devotion healed me, and new christened me, In my own blood that dropped from this wound, And called me Penitent experience. Eta serva vostra fettisima seruidore siniore. Speaks in parables. Let him attend, 'tis time to knock up Lelios' household train. Who knocks there? The prince's guard. Guard, we have no need of guards, go to the tailors, Keep out I say. Sir, if I catch you. I and you can. What a fool is this? What an ass is that? What noise is this? What mean this troop of armed men about my door? Madame, the Senate by a late decree, Hath sent us to make search for Lelio, And if we find him not, to seize his goods. All what is his, my Lord, you may command, The scourge which God afflicteth on our heads, Is for our sins, we take our harms in gree, Go when you will, search where you please, And leave the rest for this poor maid and me. Did ever eyes behold so fair a face? Look not Fortunio, eyes are arrows keen, That wounds all unawares, and are not seen. Why weeps this tender maid, why grieves the mother 'tis I should weep, and I will weep for both, Fie on Sempronio that was so unkind. Fond man, why dost thou torment thyself? I beat Sempronio for abusing thee, Thou lose unbridled man, the cause of harms, Pardon Annetta, pardon Lucida. What ails this aged man he stormeth so? Some lunacy surpriseth me I fear, Art thou Sempronio? This is Annetta, that Lucida, thou Fortunio, But I am not Sempronio, but penitent experience Fair Lucida, as bright as is the morning star. Dry up thy tears, let not thy father's fall Depress thy courage, but revive thy spirits, And think thy beauty sufficient to wed thee presently
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I praie thee pleaſe the cynike, fit his vaine. Fellow beholde, I will effect thy will. What profit haſt thou by that breath of winde? Why, it warmes my hands. But now the heate is laide. It is. Such is the golde, and ſo it doth abide, A breath of pleaſure wauering but a ſpace, Maintaind by mightie care, but quickly loſt. Now Fortunio let vs ſee what beautie is, Seeſt thou not this ſprig, iſt not freſh and greene, Now looke againe, a litle violence makes it deform'd: Why ſuch is beautie ſir, a bait wherewith the world Doth angle arts, intangle towardnes, Inforceth reaſon, trauerſeth aduice: I praie thee let me ſerue thee Fortunio. To what intent? Becauſe I hate thy courſe, and will inſtruct thee, If thou be wiſe to marke, and proue, and know an honeſt man. Well, I entertaine thee, thou ſhalt tend on me, But firſt tell me, whence art thou? Where waſt thou borne? I firſt was borne to be gentle, Nature inforſt the ſeed of good and bad in me, Till death threatned to whip me for my ſinnes, Mercie ſtept in, Repent ſhed teares and kiſt me, Deuotion heald me, and new chriſtned me, In my owne bloud that dropped from this wound, And cald me Penitent experience. Eta ſerua voſtra fettiſima ſeruidore ſiniore. Speakes in parables. Let him attend, tis time to knocke vp Lelios houſeholde traine. Who knockes there? The princes gard. Gard, we haue no need of gards, go to the tailors, Keepe out I ſaie. Sir, if I catch you. I and you can. What a foole is this? What an aſſe is that? What noiſe is this? What mean this troup of armed men about my dore? Madame, the Senate by a late decree, Hath ſent vs to make ſearch for Lelio, And if we finde him not, to ſeize his goods. All what is his, my Lord, you may command, The ſcourge which God afflicteth on our heads, Is for our ſinnes, we take our harmes in gree, Go when you will, ſearch where you pleaſe, And leaue the reſt for this poore maid and me. Did euer eies behold ſo faire a face? Looke not Fortunio, eies are arrowes keene, That wounds all vnawares, and are not ſeene. Why weeps this tender maid, why grieues the mother Tis I ſhould weepe, and I will weepe for both, Fie on Sempronio that was ſo vnkind. Fond man, why doeſt thou torment thy ſelfe? I beate Sempronio for abuſing thee, Thou looſe vnbridled man, the cauſe of harmes, Pardon Annetta, pardon Lucida. What ailes this aged man he ſtormeth ſo? Some lunaſie ſurpriſeth me I feare, Art thou Sempronio? This is Annetta, that Lucida, thou Fortunio, But I am not Sempronio, but penitent experience Faire Lucida, as bright as is the morning ſtarre. Drie vp thy teares, let not thy fathers fall Depreſſe thy courage, but reuiue thy ſpirits, And think thy beautie ſufficient to wed thee preſently