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 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Rival, Kala. Take heed, thou art too credulous. My Lady Dotes on him: I will place you in a room, Where, though you cannot hear, yet you shall see Such passages as will confirm the truth Of my intelligence. 'twill make me mad. Yes, yes: it makes me mad too, that a Gentleman So excellently sweet, so liberal, So kind, so proper, should be so betrayed By a young smooth-chinned straggler: but for love's sake Bear all with manly courage.— Not a word, I am undone then. That were too much pity: Honest most honest Kala; 'tis thy care, Thy serviceable care. You have even spoken all can be said or thought. I will reward thee: But as for him, ungentle Boy, I'll whip His falsehood with a vengeance.— O speak little. Walk up these stairs, and take this key, it opens A Chamber door, where at that window yonder, You may see all their courtship. I am silent. As little noise as may be, I beseech ye; There is a back-stair to convey ye forth Unseen or unsuspected.— He that cheats A Waiting-woman of a free good turn She longs for, must expect a shrewd revenge. Sheep-spirited Boy, although he had not married me, He might have proffered kindness in a corner, And ne'er have been the worse for't. They are come; On goes my set of Faces most demurely. Forbear the room. Yes, madam. Whosoever requires access to me, deny him entrance till I call thee, and wait without. I shall. Sweet Venus, turn his courage to a Snowball, I heartily beseech it. I expose The Honour of my Birth, my Fame, my Youth, To hazard of much hard construction, In seeking an adventure of a parley So private with a Stranger; if your thoughts Censure me not with mercy, you may soon Conceive, I have laid by that modesty, Which should preserve a virtuous name unstained. Lady, to shorten long excuses; time And safe experience have so throughly armed My apprehension, with a real taste Of your most Noble nature, that to question The least part of your bounties, or that freedom Which Heaven hath with a plenty made you rich in, Would argue me uncivil, which is more, Base-bred, and which is most of all, unthankful. The constant Loadstone, and the Steel are found In several Mines: yet is there such a league Between these Minerals, as if one Vein Of earth had nourished both. The gentle Myrtle Is not ingraft upon an olives's stock: Yet nature hath between them locked a secret Of Sympathy, that being planted near, They will both in their branches, and their roots Embrace each other; twines of ivy round The well grown Oak; the Vine doth court the Elm; Yet these are different Plants. Parthenophill, Consider this aright, than these sleight creatures, Will fortify the reasons I should frame For that ungrounded (as thou think'st) affection, Which is submitted to a stranger's pity. True love may blush, when shame repents too late, But in all actions Nature yields to Fate.
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Riuall, Kala. Take heed, thou art too credulous. My Lady Doates on him: I will place you in a roome, Where, though you cannot heare, yet you shall see Such passages as will confirme the truth Of my intelligence. Twill make me mad. Yes, yes: it makes me mad too, that a Gentleman So excellently sweet, so liberall, So kind, so proper, should be so betray'd By a young smooth-chind straggler: but for loues sake Beare all with manly courage.—Not a word, I am vndone then. That were too much pity: Honest most honest Kala; tis thy care, Thy seruiceable care. You haue euen spoken all can be said or thought. I will reward thee: But as for him, vngentle Boy, Ile whip His falshood with a vengeance.— O speake little. Walke vp these staires, and take this key, it opens A Chamber doore, where at that window yonder, You may see all their courtship. I am silent. As little noyse as may be, I beseech yee; There is a backe-staire to conuey yee forth Vnseene or vnsuspected.—He that cheates A Waiting-woman of a free good turne She longs for, must expect a shrewd reuenge. Sheepe-spirited Boy, although he had not married me, He might haue proferd kindnesse in a corner, And ne'er haue been the worse sor't. They are come; On goes my set of Faces most demurely. Forbeare the roome. Yes, Madame. Whosoeuer requires accesse to me, deny him entrance till I call thee, and wait without. I shall. Sweet Venus, turne his courage to a Snow-ball, I heartily beseech it. I expose The Honour of my Birth, my Fame, my Youth, To hazard of much hard construction, In seeking an aduenture of a parley So priuate with a Stranger; if your thoughts Censure me not with mercy, you may soone Conceiue, I haue laid by that modesty, Which should preserue a vertuous name vnstain'd. Lady, to shorten long excuses; time And safe experience haue so throughly arm'd My apprehension, with a reall taste Of your most Noble nature, that to question The least part of your bounties, or that freedome Which Heauen hath with a plenty made you rich in, Would argue me vnciuill, which is more, Base-bred, and which is most of all, vnthankefull. The constant Loadstone, and the Steele are found In seuerall Mines: yet is there such a league Betweene these Minerals, as if one Veine Of earth had nourisht both. The gentle Mirtle Is not ingraft vpon an Oliues stocke: Yet nature hath betweene them lockt a secret Of Sympathy, that being planted neere, They will both in their branches, and their rootes Imbrace each other; twines of Iuie round The well growne Oake; the Vine doth court the Elme; Yet these are different Plants. Parthenophill, Consider this aright, then these sleight creatures, Will fortifie the reasons I should frame For that vngrounded (as thou think'st) affection, Which is submitted to a strangers pitie. True loue may blush, when shame repents too late, But in all actions Nature yeelds to Fate.