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 0.86 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
This is mere trifling. Lady, take a secret. I am as you are, in a lower rank Else of the self same sex, a maid, a virgin. And now to use your own words, 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. Are you not mankind then? When you shall read The story of my sorrows, with the change Of my misfortunes, in a letter printed From my unforged relation; I believe You will not think the shedding of one tear, A prodigality that misbecomes Your pity and my fortune. Pray conceal the errors of my passions. Would I had Much more of honour (as for life I value't not) To venture on your secrecy. It will be A hard task for my Reason, to relinquish The affection which was once devoted thine, I shall a while repute thee still the youth I loved so dearly. You shall find me ever, your ready faithful servant. O the powers Who do direct our hearts, laugh at our follies! We must not part yet. Let not my unworthiness alter your good opinion. I shall henceforth Be jealous of thy company with any; My fears are strong and many. Did your Ladyship call me? For what? Your servant Menaphon desires admittance. With your leave, great Mistress! I come— So private: is this well, Parthenophill? Sir, Noble Sir. You are unkind and treacherous. This 'tis to trust a straggler. Prithee servant. I dare not question you, you are my Mistress; My PRINCE's nearest Kinswoman, but he— Come, you are angry. Henceforth I will bury Unmanly passion in perpetual silence. I'll court mine own distraction, dote on folly, Creep to the mirth and madness of the age, Rather than be so slaved again to woman, Which in her best of constancy is steadiest In change and scorn. How dare ye talk to me thus? Dare? Were you not own Sister to my friend, Sister to my Amethus; I would hurl ye As far off from mine eyes, as from my heart; For I would never more look on ye. Take Your jewel t'ee. And Youth, keep under wing, Or— Boy— If commands be of no force, Let me entreat thee, Menaphon. 'tis nought, fie, fie, Parthenophill, have I deserved To be thus used? I do protest— You shall not, Henceforth I will be free, and hate my bondage. Away, away to Court, the Prince is pleased To see a Mask tonight, we must attend him: 'tis near upon the time.— How thrives your suit? The judge, your Sister, will decide it shortly. Parthenophill, I will not trust you from me. Lights and attendance, I will show your highness, A trifle of mine own brain If you can, Imagine you were now in the University, You'll take it well enough, a scholar's fancy, A quab. 'tis nothing else a very quab.
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This is meere trifling. Lady, take a secret. I am as you are, in a lower ranke Else of the selfe samesexe, a maide, a virgine. And now to vse your owne words, 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. Are you not mankind then? When you shall reade The story of my sorrowes, with the change Of my misfortunes, in a letter printed From my vnforg'd relation; I beleeue You will not thinke the sheading of one teare, A prodigality that misbecomes Your pitie and my fortune. Pray conceale the errors of my passions. Would I had Much more of honour (as for life I value't not) To venture on your secrecy. It will be A hard taske for my Reason, to relinquish The affection which was once deuoted thine, I shall a while repute thee still the youth I lou'd so dearely. You shall find mee euer, your ready faithfull seruant. O the powers Who doe direct our hearts, laugh at our follies! We must not part yet. Let not my vnworthines alter your good opinion. I shall henceforth Be iealous of thy company with any; My feares are strong and many. Did your Ladiship call me? For what? Your seruant Menaphon desires admittance. With your leaue, great Mistris! I come— So priuate: is this well, Parthenophill? Sir, Noble Sir. You are vnkind and treacherous. This tis to trust a straggler. Prethee seruant. I dare not question you, you are my Mistris; My Princes neerest Kinswoman, but he— Come, you are angry. Henceforth I will bury Vnmanly passion in perpetuall silence. Ile court mine owne distraction, dote on folly, Creepe to the mirth and madnesse of the age, Rather then be so slau'd againe to woman, Which in her best of constancy is steddist In change and scorne. How dare ye talke to me thus? Dare? Were you not owne Sister to my friend, Sister to my Amethus; I would hurle ye As farre off from mine eyes, as from my heart; For I would neuer more looke on yee. Take Your Iewell t'ee. And Youth, keepe vnder wing, Or—Boy—Boy. If commands be of no force, Let me intreat thee, Menaphon. Tis naught, fye, fye, Parthenophill, haue I deseru'd To be thus vs'd? I doe protest— You shall not, Henceforth I will be free, and hate my bondage. Away, away to Court, the Prince is pleas'd To see a Maske to night, we must attend him: Tis neere vpon the time.—How thriues your suit? The Iudge, your Sister, will decide it shorly. Parthenophill, I will not trust you from me. Lights and attendance, I will shew your highnes, A trifle of mine owne braine If you can, Imagine you were now in the Vniuersity, You'll take it well enough, a Schollers fancy, A quab. Tis nothing else a very quab.