Ford, John · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Nov 24] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
There is danger In this seducing counterfeit, great goodness! Hath honesty and virtue left the time? Are we become so impious, that to tread The path of impudence, is Law and justice? Thou vizard of a beauty ever sacred, Give me thy name. Whilst I was lost to memory, Parthenophill did shroud my shame in change Of sundry rare misfortunes: but since now I am, before I die, returned to claim A Convoy to my grave, I must not blush To let Prince Pallador (if I offend,) Know when he dooms me, that he dooms Eroclea. I am that woeful Maid. join not too fast Thy penance, with the story of my sufferings. So dwelled simplicity with virgin truth; So martyrdom and holiness are twins, As innocence and sweetness on thy tongue. But let me by degrees collect my senses, I may abuse my trust. Tell me, what air Hast thou perfumed, since Tyranny first ravished The contract of our hearts? Dear Sir, in Athens have I been buried. Buried! Right, as I In Cyprus.— Come to trial, if thou be'st Eroclea, in my bosom I can find thee. As I, Prince Palador, in mine: This gift His bounty blessed me with, the only physic My solitary cares have hourly took, To keep me from despair. We are but Fools To trifle in disputes, or vainly struggle With that eternal mercy which protects us. Come home, home to my heart, thou banished-peace, My ecstasy of joys would speak in passion, But that I would not lose that part of man, Which is reserved to entertain content. Eroclea, I am thine; O let me seize thee As my inheritance. Hymen shall now Set all his Torches burning, to give light Throughout this Land, new settled in thy welcome. You are still gracious. Sir, how I have lived, By what means been conveyed, by what preserved, By what returned; Rhetias, my trusty servant, Directed by the wisdom of my Uncle, The good Sophronos, can inform at large. Enough, in stead of Music, every night To make our sleeps delightful, thou shalt close Our weary eyes with some part of thy story. O but my Father! Fear not: to behold Eroclea safe, will make him young again; It shall be our first task. Blush sensual follies, A Castaway, a poor despised Maid, Only for me to hope was almost sin, Yet troth I never tempted him. Chide not the grossness of my trespass (lovely Sweetness) In such an humble language, I have smarted Already in the wounds, my pride hath made Upon thy sufferings. Henceforth 'tis in you To work my happiness. Call any service Of mine a debt, for such it is; the Letter You lately sent me, in the blessed contents It made me privy to, hath largely quitted Every suspicion of your Grace or goodness. Let me embrace thee with a sister's love, A sister's love, Cleophila: for should My Brother henceforth study to forget The vows that he hath made thee, I would ever Solicit thy deserts.
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There is danger In this seducing counterfeit, great goodnesse! Hath honesty and vertue left the time? Are we become so impious, that to tread The path of impudence, is Law and Iustice? Thou vizard of a beauty euer sacred, Giue me thy name. Whil'st I was lost to memory, Parthenophill did shrowd my shame in change Of sundry rare misfortunes: but since now I am, before I dye, return'd to claime A Conuoy to my graue, I must not blush To let Prince Pallador (if I offend,) Know when he doomes me, that he doomes Eroclea. I am that wofull Maid. Ioyne not too fast Thy penance, with the story of my suffrings. So dwelt simplicity with virgin truth; So Martyrdome and holinesse are twins, As innocence and sweetnesse on thy tongue. But let me by degrees collect my senses, I may abuse my trust. Tell me, what ayre Hast thou perfum'd, since Tyranny first rauisht The contract of our hearts? Deare Sir, in Athens haue I been buried. Buried! Right, as I In Cyprus.—Come to triall, if thou beest Eroclea, in my bosome I can finde thee. As I, Prince Palador, in mine: This gift His bounty blest me with, the onely physicke My solitary cares haue hourely tooke, To keepe me from despaire. We are but Fooles To trifle in disputes, or vainely struggle With that eternall mercy which protects vs. Come home, home to my heart, thou banisht-peace, My extasie of ioyes would speake in passion, But that I would not lose that part of man, Which is reseru'd to intertaine content. Eroclea, I am thine; O let me seize thee As my inheritance. Hymen shall now Set all his Torches burning, to giue light Throughout this Land, new settled in thy welcome. You are still gracious. Sir, how I haue liu'd, By what meanes been conuey'd, by what preseru'd, By what return'd; Rhetias, my trusty seruant, Directed by the wisdome of my Vncle, The good Sophronos, can informe at large. Enough, in stead of Musicke, euery night To make our sleepes delightfull, thou shalt cloze Our weary eyes with some part of thy story. O but my Father! Feare not: to behold Eroclea safe, will make him young againe; It shall be our first taske. Blush sensuall follies, A Cast-away, a poore despised Maid, Onely for me to hope was almost sinne, Yet troth I neuer tempted him. Chide not the grossenes of my trespasse (louely Sweetnes) In such an humble language, I haue smarted Already in the wounds, my pride hath made Vpon thy sufferings. Henceforth tis in you To worke my happinesse. Call any seruice Of mine a debt, for such it is; the Letter You lately sent me, in the blest contents It made me priuy to, hath largely quitted Euery suspition of your Grace or goodnesse. Let me imbrace thee with a Sisters loue, A Sisters loue, Cleophila: for should My Brother henceforth study to forget The vowes that he hath made thee, I would euer Sollicite thy deserts.