Ford, John · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Nov 24] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.85 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
'Tis my first step to honour: May I fall Lower than shame, when I neglect all service That may confirm this favour. Are you well, Sir? Great Princess, I am well, to see a League Between an humble love, such as my Friends is, And a commanding virtue, such as yours is, Are sure restoratives. You speak ingeniously. Brother, he pleased to show the Gallery To this young stranger, use the time a while, And we will altogether to the Court. I will present ye (Sir) unto the Prince. You're all composed of fairness, and true bounty. Come, come, we'll wait thee, Sister: this beginning Doth relish happy process. You have blessed me. Kala, O Kala, Lady. We are private, thou art my Closet. Lock your secrets close then: I am not to be forced. Never till now, could I be sensible of being traitor To honour and to shame. You are in love. I am grown base— Parthenophill— he's handsome, Richly endowed; he hath a lovely face, A winning tongue. If ever I must fall, In him my greatness sinks. Love is a Tyrant Resisted; whisper in his ear, how gladly I would steal time, to talk with him one hour; But do it honourably; prithee Kala Do not betray me. madam, I will make it Mine own case; he shall think I am in love with him. I hope thou art not Kala. 'tis for your sake: I'll tell him so; but Faith I am not, Lady. Pray use me kindly; let me not too soon Be lost in my new follies. 'tis a Fate That overrules our wisdoms, whilst we strive To live most free, we're caught in our own toils. Diamonds cut Diamonds: they who will prove To thrive in cunning, must cure love with love. Our Commonwealth is sick: 'tis more than time That we should wake the Head thereof, who sleeps In the dull Lethargy of lost security. The Commons murmur, and the Nobles grieve, The Court is now turned Antic, and grows wild, Whiles all the neighbouring Nations stand at gaze, And watch fit opportunity, to wreak Their just conceived fury, on such injuries, As the late Prince, our living Master's Father, Committed against Laws of truth or honour. Intelligence comes flying in on all sides, Whilst the unsteady multitude presume, How that you, Aretus, and I, engross (Out of particular Ambition) Th'Affairs of government, which I for my part, Groan under, and am weary of. I am as zealous too of shaking of My gay State fetters, that I have bethought Of speedy remedy; and to that end As I have told ye, have concluded with Corax, the PRINCE's chief Physician. You should have done this sooner, Aretus; You were his Tutor, and could best discern His dispositions to inform them rightly. Passions of violent nature, by degrees Are easiliest reclaimed. There's something hid Of his distemper, which we'll now find out. You come on just appointment: welcome, Gentlemen, Have you won Rhetias (Corax?) Most sincerely.
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'Tis my first step to honour: May I fall Lower then shame, when I neglect all seruice That may confirme this fauour. Are you well, Sir? Great Princesse, I am well, to see a League Betweene an humble loue, such as my Friends is, And a commanding vertue, such as yours is, Are sure restoratiues. You speake ingeniously. Brother, he pleas'd to shew the Gallery To this young stranger, vse the time a while, And we will altogether to the Court. I will present yee (Sir) vnto the Prince. Y'are all compos'd of fairenesse, and true bounty. Come, come, wee'l wait thee, Sister: this beginning Doth rellish happy processe. You haue blest me. Kala, O Kala, Lady. We are priuate, thou art my Closet. Locke your secrets close then: I am not to be forc'd. Neuer till now, Coo'd I be sensible of being traytor To honour and to shame. You are in loue. I am growne base—Parthenophill— Hee's handsome, Richly indow'd; he hath a louely face, A winning tongue. If euer I must fall, In him my greatnesse sinkes. Loue is a Tyrant Resisted; whisper in his eare, how gladly I would steale time, to talke with him one houre; But doe it honourably; preth'ee Kala Doe not betray me. Madame, I will make it Mine owne case; he shall thinke I am in loue with him. I hope thou art not Kala. Tis for your sake: Ile tell him so; but Faith I am not, Lady. Pray vse me kindly; let me not too soone Be lost in my new follyes. Tis a Fate That ouer-rules our wisdomes, whil'st we striue To liue most free, wee'r caught in our owne toyles. Diamonds cut Diamonds: they who will proue To thriue in cunning, must cure loue with loue. OVr Common-wealth is sick: tis more then time That wee should wake the Head thereof, who sleepes In the dull Lethargy of lost security. The Commons murmur, and the Nobles grieue, The Court is now turn'd Anticke, and growes wilde, Whiles all the neighb'ring Nations stand at gaze, And watch fit oportunity, to wreake Their iust conceiued fury, on such iniuries, As the late Prince, our liuing Masters Father, Committed against Lawes of truth or honour. Intelligence comes flying in on all sides, Whilest the vnsteady multitude presume, How that you, Aretus, and I, ingrosse (Out of particular Ambition) Th'affaires of gouernment, which I for my part, Groane vnder, and am weary of. I am as zealous too of shaking of My gay State fetters, that I haue bethought Of speedy remedy; and to that end As I haue told yee, haue concluded with Corax, the Princes chiefe Physician. You should haue done this sooner, Aretus; You were his Tutor, and could best discerne His dispositions to informe them rightly. Passions of violent nature, by degrees Are easili'st reclaim'd. There's something hid Of his distemper, which wee'l now find out. You come on iust appointment: welcome, Gentlemen, Haue you won Rhetias (Corax?) Most sincerely.