Ford, John · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Nov 24] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Forget the sadder story of my Father, And only Rhetias, learn to read me well, For I must ever thank thee; thoust unlocked A tongue was vowed to silence, for requital Open my bosom, Rhetias. What 's your meaning? To tie thee to an oath of secrecy— Unloose the buttons, man, thou dost it faintly, What findst thou there? A picture in a Tablet. Look well upon't. I do— yes— let me observe it— 'tis hers, the Ladies. Whose! Eroclea's. Hers that was once Eroclea: for her sake Have I advanced Sophronos to the Helm Of government; for her sake will restore Meleander's Honours to him; will for her sake Beg friendship from thee, Rhetias. O be faithful, And let no politic Lord work from thy bosom My griefs: I know thou wert put on to sift me: But be not too secure. I am your Creature. Continue still thy discontented fashion: Humour the Lords, as they would humour me; I'll not live in thy debt.— We are discovered. Honour and health still wait upon the Prince. Sir, I am bold with favour to present Unto your Highness, Menaphon my friend, Returned from travail. Humbly on my knees I kiss your gracious hand. It is our duty To love the virtuous. If my prayers or service Hold— any value, they are vowed yours ever. I have a fist for thee too (Stripling) thouart started up prettily since I saw thee. Hast learned any wit abroad? Canst tell news, and swear lies with a grace like a true traveler? What new ouzel's this? Your Highness shall do right to your own judgement, In taking more than common notice of This stranger, an Athenian, named Parthenophill. One, (whom if mine opinion do not soothe me Too grossly) for the fashion of his mind, Deserves a dear respect. Your commendations, Sweet Cousin, speaks him Nobly. All the powers That sentinel just Thrones, double these guards About your sacred Excellence. What fortune led him to Cyprus! My persuasions won him. And if your Highness please to hear the entrance Into their first acquaintance, you will say— It was the newest, sweetest, prettiest accident, That ere delighted your attention. I can discourse it, Sir. Some other time. How is 'a called? Parthenophill. Parthenophill? we shall sort time to take more notice of him. His wonted melancholy still pursues him. I told you so. You must not wonder at it. I do not, Lady. Shall we to the Castle? we will attend ye both. All three— I'll go too. Hark in thine ear, Gallant: I'll keep the old mad man in chat, whilst thou gabblest to the girl: my thumb's upon my lips, not a word. I need not fear thee, Rhetias.— Sister, soon Expect us: this day we will range the City. Well, soon I shall expect ye.— Kala? Trust me. Troop on— Love, Love, what a wonder thou art? May I not be offensive, Sir? Your pleasure; yet pray be brief. Then briefly, good, resolve me: Have you a Mistress, or a Wife?
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Forget the sadder story of my Father, And onely Rhetias, learne to reade me well, For I must euer thanke thee; th'ast vnlockt A tongue was vow'd to silence, for requitall Open my bosome, Rhetias. What s your meaning? To tye thee to an oath of secrecy— Vnloose the buttons, man, thou dost it faintly, What findst thou there? A picture in a Tablet. Looke well vpon't. I doe—yes—let me obserue it— Tis hers, the Ladies. Whose! Erocleas. Hers that was once Eroclea: for her sake Haue I aduanst Sophronos to the Helme Of gouernment; for her sake will restore Meleanders Honours to him; will for her sake Beg friendship from thee, Rhetias. O be faithfull, And let no politicke Lord worke from thy bosome My griefes: I know thou wert put on to sift me: But be not too secure. I am your Creature. Continue still thy discontented fashion: Humour the Lords, as they would humour me; Ile not liue in thy debt.—We are discouer'd. Honour and health still wait vpon the Prince. Sir, I am bold with fauour to present Vnto your Highnes, Menaphon my friend, Return'd from trauaile. Humbly on my knees I kisse your gracious hand. It is our duty To loue the vertuous. If my prayers or seruice Hold—any value, they are vow'd yours euer. I haue a fist for thee too (Strippling) th'art started vp prettily since I saw thee. Hast learned any wit abroad? Canst tell newes, and sweare lyes with a grace like a true Traueller? What new Owzle's this? Your Highnesse shall doe right to your owne iudgement, In taking more then common notice of This stranger, an Athenian, nam'd Parthenophill. One, (whom if mine opinion doe not sooth me Too grossely) for the fashion of his minde, Deserues a deare respect. Your commendations, Sweet Cousin, speakes him Nobly. All the powers That centinell iust Thrones, double these guards About your sacred Excellence. What fortune led him to Cyprus! My perswasions won him. And if your Highnesse please to heare the entrance Into their first aquaintance, you will say— It was the newest, sweetest, prettiest accident, That ere delighted your attention. I can discourse it, Sir. Some other time. How is a cald? Parthenophill. Parthenophill? Wee shall sort time to take more notice of him. His wonted melancholy still pursues him. I told you so. You must not wonder at it. I doe not, Lady. Shall we to the Castle? Wee will attend yee both. All three—Ile goe too. Hark in thine eare, Gallant: Ile keep the old mad man in chat, whilest thou gabblest to the girle: my thumb's vpon my lips, not a word. I neede not feare thee, Rhetias.—Sister, soone Expect vs: this day wee will range the City. Well, soone I shall expect yee.—Kala? Trust mee. Troope on—Loue, Loue, what a wonder thou art? May I not be offensiue, Sir? Your pleasure; yet pray be briefe. Then briefly, good, resolue mee: Haue you a Mistris, or a Wife?