Ford, John · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Nov 24] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
From whom then are you sent? There you come to me again: O, to be in the favour of great Ladies, is as much to say, as to be great in ladies' favours. Good time a day t'ee; I can stay no longer. By this light but you must, for now I come to't. The most excellent, most wise, most dainty, precious, loving, kind, sweet, intolerably fair Lady Thamasta commends to your little hands, this letter of importance. By your leave, let me first kiss and then deliver it in fashion, to your own proper beauty. To me from her? 'tis strange; I dare peruse it. Good, O that I had not resolved to live a single life! here's temptation able to conjure up a spirit with a witness. So so: she has read it. Is't possible? Heaven, thou art great and bountiful. Sir, I much thank your pains: and to the Princess, Let my love, duty, service, be remembered. They shall madam. When we of hopes, or helps, are quite bereaven, Our humble prayers have entrance into heaven. That's my opinion clearly and without doubt. The Prince is throughly moved. I never saw him so much distempered. What should this young man be, Or whither can he be conveyed? 'tis to me a mystery, I understand it not. Nor I. Ye have consented all to work upon The softness of my nature; but take heed: Though I can sleep in silence, and look on The mockery ye make of my dull patience; Yet'ee shall know, the best of ye, that in me There is a masculine, a stirring spirit; Which provoked, shall like a bearded Comet Set ye at gaze, and threaten horror. Good Sir. Good Sir. 'tis not your active wit or language, Nor your grave politic wisdoms (Lords) shall dare To checkmate and control my just commands. Where is the Youth your friend? is be found yet? Not to be heard of. Fly then to the desert, Where thou didst first encounter this Fantastic, This airy apparition; come no more In sight: Get ye all from me; he that stays, Is not my friend. 'tis strange. We must obey. Some angry power, cheats with rare delusions, My credulous sense: the very soul of Reason Is troubled in me— the Physician Presented a strange Mask, the view of it Puzzled my understanding: but the Boy— Rhetias, thou art acquainted with my griefs, Parthenophill is lost, and I would see him; For he is like to some thing I remember A great while since, a long, long time ago. I have been diligent (Sir) to pry into every corner for discovery, but cannot meet with him: There is some trick I am confident. There is, there is some practice, sleight or plot. I have apprehended a fair Wench, in an odd Private lodging in the City, as like the Youth In face, as can by possibility be discerned. How Rhetias!
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From whom then are you sent? There you come to me agen: O, to bee in the fauour of great Ladies, is asmuch to say, as to be great in Ladies fauours. Good time a day t'ee; I can stay no longer. By this light but you must, for now I come toot. The most excellent, most wise, most dainty, precious, louing, kinde, sweet, intolerably faire Lady Thamasta commends to your little hands, this letter of importance. By your leaue, let me first kisse and then deliuer it in fashion, to your owne proper beauty. To me from her? Tis strange; I dare peruse it. Good, O that I had not resolu'd to liue a single life! Heer's temptation able to coniure vp a spirit with a witnesse. So so: she has read it. Is't possible? Heauen, thou art great and bountiful. Sir, I much thanke your paines: and to the Princesse, Let my loue, duty, seruice, be remembred. They shall Mad-dame. When we of hopes, or helpes, are quite bereauen, Our humble pray'rs haue entrance into heau'n. Thats my opinion cleerely and without doubt. The Prince is throughly mou'd. I neuer saw him so much distemp'red. What should this young man bee, Or whither can he be conuay'd? Tis to me a mystery, I vnderstand it not. Nor I. Yee haue consented all to worke vpon The softnesse of my nature; but take heede: Though I can sleepe in silence, and looke on The mockery yee make of my dull patience; Yet'ee shall know, the best of yee, that in mee There is a masculin, a stirring spirit; Which prouokt, shall like a bearded Comet Set yee at gaze, and threaten horrour. Good Sir. Good Sir. Tis not your actiue wit or language, Nor your graue politicke wisdomes (Lords) shall dare To check-mate and controle my iust commands. Where is the Youth your friend? is be found yet? Not to be heard of. Flye then to the desart, Where thou didst first encounter this Fantasticke, This airie apparition; come no more In sight: Get yee all from me; he that stayes, Is not my friend. Tis strange. We must obey. Some angry power, cheates with rare delusions, My credulous sense: the very soule of Reason Is troubled in me—the Physician Presented a strange Maske, the view of it Puzzl'd my vnderstanding: but the Boy— Rhetias, thou art acquainted with my griefes, Parthenophill is lost, and I would see him; For he is like to some thing I remember A great while since, a long, long time agoe. I haue been diligent (Sir) to pry into euery corner for discouery, but cannot meet with him: There is some tricke I am confident. There is, there is some practice, sleight or plot. I haue apprehended a faire Wench, in an odde Priuate lodging in the Citie, as like the Youth In face, as can by possibility be discern'd. How Rhetias!