Ford, John · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Nov 24] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I have neither. Nor did you ever love in earnest any Fair Lady, whom you wished to make your own? Not any truly. What your friends or means are I will not be inquisitive to know, Nor do I care to hope for. But admit A dowry were thrown down before your choice, Of Beauty, Noble birth, and sincere affection, How gladly would you entertain it? (Young man) I do not tempt you idly. I shall thank you, When my unsettled thoughts can make me sensible Of what 'tis to be happy: for the present I am your debtor: and fair Gentlewoman, Pray give me leave as yet to study ignorance, For my weak brains conceive not what concern me. Another time.— Do I break off your Parley That you are parting? Sure my woman loves you. Can she speak well, Parthenophill? Yes, madam: Discreetly chaste she can: she hath much won On my belief, and in few words, but pithy, Much moved my thankfulness. You are her Lady, Your goodness aims (I know) at her preferment: Therefore I may be bold to make confession Of truth, if ever I desire to thrive In woman's favour. Kala is the first Whom my ambition shall bend to. Indeed. But say a Nobler Love should interpose? Where real worth, and constancy first settle A hearty truth, there greatness cannot shake it, Nor shall it mine: yet I am but an Infant In that construction, which must give clear light To Kala's merit: riper hours hereafter Must learn me how to grow rich in deserts. madam, my duty waits on you. Come hither. If ever henceforth I desire to thrive In woman's favours, Kala is the first Whom my ambition shall bend to— 'twas so. These very words he spoke. These very words Curse thee, unfaithful creature, to thy grave: Thou wouldst him for thyself? You said I should. My name was never mentioned! madam, no: We were not come to that. Not come to that? Art thou a Rival fit to cross my Fate? Now poverty and a dishonest fame, The waiting-woman's wages, be thy payment. False, faithless, wanton beast, I'll spoil your carriage; There's not a Page, a Groom, nay, not a Citizen That shall be cast upon ye. Kala, I'll keep thee in my service all thy life time, Without hope of a husband or a suitor. I have not verily deserved this cruelty. Parthenophill shall know, if he respect My birth, the danger of a fond neglect. Are you so quick? Well, I may chance to cross Your peevishness. Now though I never meant The young man for myself; yet if he love me, I'll have him, or I'll run away with him, And let her do her worst then: what, we are all But flesh and blood; the same thing that will do My Lady good, will please her woman too. Tread softly (Trollio) my Father sleeps still. I forsooth: but he sleeps like a Hare with his eyes open and that's no good sign.
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I haue neither. Nor did you euer loue in earnest any Faire Lady, whom you wisht to make your owne? Not any truly. What your friends or meanes are I will not be inquisitiue to know, Nor doe I care to hope for. But admit A dowre were throwne downe before your choyce, Of Beauty, Noble birth, and sincere affection, How gladly would you intertaine it? (Young man) I doe not tempt you idly. I shall thanke you, When my vnsettled thoughts can make me sensible Of what tis to be happy: for the present I am your debtor: and faire Gentlewoman, Pray giue me leaue as yet to study ignorance, For my weake braines conceiue not what concerne me. —Another time.— Doe I breake off your Parley That you are parting? Sure my woman loues you. Can she speake well, Parthenophill? Yes, Madame: Discreetly chaste she can: she hath much won On my beliefe, and in few words, but pithy, Much moou'd my thankfulnesse. You are her Lady, Your goodnesse aimes (I know) at her preferment: Therefore I may be bold to make confession Of truth, if euer I desire to thriue In womans fauour. Kala is the first Whom my ambition shall bend to. Indeed. But say a Nobler Loue should interpose? Where reall worth, and constancy first settle A hearty truth, there greatnesse cannot shake it, Nor shall it mine: yet I am but an Infant In that construction, which must giue cleare light To Kala's merit: riper houres hereafter Must learne me how to grow rich in deserts. Madame, my duty waits on you. Come hither. If euer henceforth I desire to thriue In womans fauours, Kala is the first Whom my ambition shall bend to—'twas so. These very words he spake. These very words Curse thee, vnfaithfull creature, to thy graue: Thou wood'st him for thy selfe? You said I should. My name was neuer mentioned! Madame, no: We were not come to that. Not come to that? Art thou a Riuall fit to crosse my Fate? Now pouerty and a dishonest fame, The waiting-womans wages, be thy payment. False, faithlesse, wanton beast, Ile spoile your carriage; There's not a Page, a Groome, nay, not a Citizen That shall be cast vpon yee. Kala, Ile keepe thee in my serui all thy life time, Without hope of a husband or a suter. I haue not verily deseru'd this cruelty. Parthenophill shall know, if he respect My birth, the danger of a fond neglect. Are you so quick? Well, I may chance to crosse Your peeuishnesse. Now though I neuer meant The young man for my selfe; yet if he loue me, Ile haue him, or Ile run away with him, And let her doe her worst then: what, we are all But flesh and blood; the same thing that will doe My Lady good, will please her woman too. Tread softly (Trollio) my Father sleepes still. I forsooth: but he sleepes like a Hare with his eyes open and that's no good signe.