The Atheist's Tragedy, or The Honest Man's Revenge · chunk 5 of 41
Tourneur, Cyril · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [1607-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
I embrace your disposition; and desire to give you as liberal assurance of my love, as my Lord Belforest your deserved favourer. His Lordship is pleased with my plainness and truth of conversation. It cannot displease him. In the behaviour of his noble daughter Castabella; a man may read her worth and your instruction. That Gentlewoman is most sweetly modest, fair, honest, handsome, wise, well-born, and rich. You have given me her picture in small. she's like your Diamond; a temptation in every man's eye, yet not yielding to any light impression herself. The praise is hers; but the comparison your own. You shall forgive me that, Sir. I will not do so much at your request as forgive you it. I will only give you it Sir. By— You will make me swear. O! by no means. Profane not your lips with the foulness of that sin. I will rather take it. To save your oath, you shall lose your Ring.— Verily my Lord; my praise came short of her worth. she exceeds a jewel. This is but only for ornament; She both for ornament and use. Yet unprofitably kept without use. she deserves a worthy Husband, Sir. I have often wished a match between my elder Son and her. The marriage would join the houses of Belforest and Damville into a noble alliance. And the unity of Families is a work of love and charity. And that work an employment well becoming the goodness of your disposition. If your Lordship please to impose it upon me; I will carry it without any second end, the surest way to satisfy your wish. Most joyfully accepted.— Rousard! Here are Letters to my Lord Belforest touching my desire to that purpose. I send you a suitor to Castabella. To this Gentleman's discretion I commit the managing of your suit His good success shall be most thankful to your trust. Follow his instructions, he will be your leader. In plainness and truth. My leader? does your Lordship think me too weak to give the onset myself. I will only assist your proceedings. To say true, so I think you had need, for a sick man can hardly get a woman's good will without help. Charlemont! thy gratuity and my promises were both but words; and both like words shall vanish into air.— For thy poor empty hand I must be mute: This gives me feeling of a better suit. Borachio! didst precisely note this man? His own profession would report him pure. And seems to know if any benefit, Arises of religion after death; Yet but compare's profession with his life; They so directly contradict themselves, As if the end of his instructions were But to divert the world from sin, that he More easily might engross it to himself. By that I am confirmed an Atheist. Well! Charlemont is gone. And here thou seest, His absence the foundation of my plot. He is the man whom Castabella loves. That was the reason I propounded him Employment fixed upon a foreign place, To draw his inclination out o'th' way.
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I embrace your disposition; and desire to giue you as liberall assurance of my loue, as my Lord Belforest your deserued fauourer. His Lordship is pleased with my plainnesse and truth of conuersation. It cannot displease him. In the behauiour of his noble daughter Castabella; a man may read her worth and your instruction. That Gentlewoman is most sweetly modest, faire, honest, handsome, wise, well-borne, and rich. You haue giuen me her picture in small. Shee's like your Dyamond; a temptation in euery mans eye, yet not yeelding to any light impression her selfe. The praise is hers; but the comparison your owne. You shall forgiue me that, Sir. I will not doeso much at your request as forgiue you it. I will onely giue you it Sir. By—You will make mee sweare. O! by no meanes. Prophanemot your lippes with the foulnesse of that sinne. I will rather take it. To saue your oath, you shall lose your Ring.—Verily my Lord; my praise came short of her worth. Shee exceedes a Iewell. This is but onely for ornament; Shee both for ornament and vse. Yet vnprofitably kept without vse. Shee deserues a worthy Husband, Sir. I haue often wish'd a match betweene my elder Sonne and her. The marriage would ioyne the houses of Belforest and Damville into a noble alliance. And the vnitie of Families is a worke of loue and charitie. And that worke an imployment well becomming the goodnesse of your disposition. If your Lordship please to impose it vpon mee; I will carry it without any second end, the surest way to satisfie your wish. Most ioyfully accepted.—Rousard! Here are Letters to my Lord Belforest touching my desire to that purpose. I send you a suitor to Castabella. To this Gentlemans discretion I commit the managing of your suite His good successe shall be most thankefull to your trust. Follow his instructions, he will be your leader. In plainnesse and truth. My leader? does your Lordship thinke mee too weake to giue the on-set my selfe. I will onely assist your proceedings. To say true, so I thinke you had neede, for a sicke man can hardly get a womans good will without help. Charlemont! thy gratuitie and my promises were both but words; and both like words shall vanish into ayre.—For thy poore empty hand I must be mute: This giues mee feeling of a better suite. Borachio! didst precisely note this man? His owne profession would report him pure. And seemes to know if any benefit, Arises of religion after death; Yet but compare's profession with his life; They so directly contradict themselues, As if the end of his instructions were But to diuert the world from sinne, that hee More easily might ingrosse it to himselfe. By that I am confirm'd an Atheist. Well! Charlemont is gone. And here thou seest, His absence the foundation of my plot. Hee is the man whom Castabella loues. That was the reason I propounded him Employment fix'd vpon a forraine place, To draw his inclination out o'th'way.