Ford, John · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Nov 24] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 530 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Yes, 'tis, as firmly, as that holy thing Called Friendship can unite it. Menaphon, My Menaphon: now all the goodly blessings, That can create a Heaven on earth, dwell with thee. twelve months we have been sundered, but henceforth We never more will part, till that sad hour, In which death leaves the one of us behind, To see the others funerals performed. Let's now a while be free. How have thy travails Disburdened thee abroad of discontents? Such cure as sick men find in changing beds, I found in change of Airs; the fancy flattered My hopes with ease, as theirs do, but the grief Is still the same. Such is my case at home. Cleophyla, thy Kinswoman, that Maid Of sweetness and humility, more pities Her Father's poor afflictions, than the tide Of my complaints. Thamasta, my great Mistress, Your Princely Sister, hath, I hope ere this, Confirmed affection on some worthy choice. Not any, Menaphon. Her bosom yet Is intermured with Ice, though by the truth Of love, no day hath ever passed, wherein I have not mentioned thy deserts, thy constancy Thy— Come, in troth I dare not tell thee what, Lest thou mightst think I fawned upon a sin Friendship was never guilty of; for flattery Is monstrous in a true friend. Does the Court Wear the old looks too? If thou mean'st the Prince, It does, he's the same melancholy man, He was at's Father's death, sometimes speaks sense, But seldom mirth; will smile, but seldom laugh; Will lend an ear to business, deal in none; Gaze upon Revels, Antic Fopperies, But is not moved; will sparingly discourse, Hear music; but what most he takes delight in, Are handsome pictures; one so young, and goodly, So sweet in his own nature, any Story Hath seldom mentioned. Why should such as I am, Groan under the light burdens of small sorrows, whenas a Prince, so potent, cannot shun Motions of passion? To be man (my Lord) Is to be but the exercise of cares In several shapes; as miseries do grow, They alter as men's forms; but how, none know. This little I'll of Cyprus sure abounds In greater wonders, both for change and fortune, Than any you have seen abroad. Then any I have observed abroad: all Countries else To a free eye and mind yield something rare; And I for my part, have brought home one jewel. Of admirable value. jewel, Menaphon? A jewel, my Amethus, a fair Youth; A Youth, whom if I were but superstitious, I should repute an Excellence more high, Then mere creations are, to add delight. I'll tell ye how I found him. Prithee do. Passing from Italy to Greece, the Tales Which Poets of an elder time have feigned To glorify their Tempe, bred in me Desire of visiting that Paradise. To Thessaly I came, and living private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions, than the old Inmates to my love, my thoughts; I day by day frequented silent Groves, And solitary Walks. One morning early This accident encountered me: I heard The sweetest and most ravishing contention, That Art or Nature ever were at strife in.
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Yes, 'tis, as firmely, as that holy thing Call'd Friendship can vnite it. Menaphon, My Menaphon: now all the goodly blessings, That can create a Heauen on earth, dwell with thee. Twelue monthes we haue been sundred, but henceforth We neuer more will part, till that sad houre, In which death leaues the one of vs behind, To see the others funerals perform'd. Let's now a while be free. How haue thy trauailes Disburth'ned thee abroad of discontents? Such cure as sicke men find in changing beds, I found in change of Ayres; the fancy flatter'd My hopes with ease, as theirs doe, but the griefe Is still the same. Such is my case at home. Cleophyla, thy Kinswoman, that Maide Of sweetnesse and humility, more pities Her Fathers poore afflictions, then the tide Of my complaints. Thamasta, my great Mistris, Your Princely Sister, hath, I hope ere this, Confirm'd affection on some worthy choice. Not any, Menaphon. Her bosome yet Is intermur'd with Ice, though by the truth Of loue, no day hath euer past, wherein I haue not mention'd thy deserts, thy constancy Thy—Come, in troth I dare not tell thee what, Lest thou mightst thinke I fawnd vpon a sinne Friendship was neuer guilty of; for flattery Is monstrous in a true friend. Does the Court Weare the old lookes too? If thou mean'st the Prince, It does, hee's the same melancholy man, He was at's Fathers death, sometimes speakes sence, But seldome mirth; will smile, but seldome laugh; Will lend an eare to businesse, deale in none; Gaze vpon Reuels, Anticke Fopperies, But is not mou'd; will sparingly discourse, Heare musicke; but what most he takes delight in, Are handsome pictures; one so young, and goodly, So sweet in his owne nature, any Story Hath seldome mentioned. Why should such as I am, Groane vnder the light burthens of small sorrowes, When as a Prince, so potent, cannot shun Motions of passion? To be man (my Lord) Is to be but the exercise of cares In seuerall shapes; as miseries doe grow, They alter as mens formes; but how, none know. This little Ile of Cyprus sure abounds In greater wonders, both for change and fortune, Then any you haue seene abroad. Then any I haue obseru'd abroad: all Countries else To a free eye and mind yeeld something rare; And I for my part, haue brought home one Iewell. Of admirable value. Iewell, Menaphon? A Iewell, my Amethus, a faire Youth; A Youth, whom if I were but superstitious, I should repute an Excellence more high, Then meere creations are, to adde delight. I'le tell yee how I found him. Prethee doe. Passing from Italy to Greece, the Tales Which Poets of an elder time haue fain'd To glorifie their Tempe, bred in me Desire of visiting that Paradise. To Thessaly I came, and liuing priuate, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions▪ Then the old In-mates to my loue, my thoughts; I day by day frequented silent Groues, And solitarie Walkes. One morning early This accident incountred me: I heard The sweetest and most rauishing contention, That Art or Nature euer were at strife in.