Ford, John · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Nov 24] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
We must have entrance. Must? Who are they say, must? you are unmannerly. Brother is't you, and you too, Sir? Your Ladyship has had a time of Scolding to your humour: Does the storm hold still? Never fell a shower More seasonably gentle on the barren Parched thirsty earth, than showers of courtesy Have from this Princess been distilled on me, To make my growth in quiet of my mind Secure and lasting. You may both believe that I was not uncivil. Pish, I know her spirit, and her envy. Now in troth, Sir, Pray credit me, I do not use to swear; The virtuous Princess hath in words and carriage Been kind, so overkind, that I do blush: I am not rich enough in thanks sufficient For her unequalled bounty.— My good Cousin, I have a suit to you. It shall be granted. That no time, no persuasion, no respects Of jealousies past, present, or hereafter By possibility to be conceived, Draw you from that sincerity and pureness Of love, which you have oftentimes protested To this great worthy Lady she deserves A duty more, then what the ties of Marriage Can claim, or warrant: be for ever hers, As she is yours, and Heaven increase your comforts. Clophila hath played the churchman's part, I'll not forbid the Banes. Are you consented? I have one task in charge first, which concerns me. Brother, be not more cruel than this Lady, She hath forgiven my follies, so may you: Her youth, her beauty, innocence, discretion, Without additions of estate or birth, Are dower for a Prince indeed. You loved her; For sure you swore you did: else if you did not Here fix your heart, and thus resolve, if now You miss this Heaven on earth, you cannot find In any other choice ought but a hell. The Ladies are turned Lawyers, and plead handsomely Their Clients cases. I am an easy judge, And so shalt thou be Menaphon. I give thee My Sister for a wife; a good one, friend. Lady, will you confirm the gift? The errors of my mistaken judgement being lost, To your remembrance, I shall ever strive In my obedience to deserve your pity. My love, my care, my all. What rests for me? I'm still a Bachelor: Sweet Maid, resolve me, May I yet call you mine? My Lord Amethus, Blame not my plainness, I am young and simple, And have not any power to dispose Mine own will without warrant from my father: That purchased, I am yours. It shall suffice me. Revenge, I must have revenge; I will have revenge bitter and abominable revenge; I will have revenge. This unfashionable Mongrel, this Linsey-woolsey of mortality by this hand, Mistress, this she-rogue is drunk, and clapper-clawed me without any reverence to my person, or good garments, why d''ee not speak, Gentlemen. Some certain blows have passed, and't like your Highness. Some few knocks of Friendship, some love-toys, some Cuffs in kindness, or so. I'll turn him away, he shall be my Master no longer.
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We must haue entrance. Must? Who are they say, must? you are vnmannerly. Brother is't you, and you too, Sir? Your Ladiship has had a time of Scolding to your humour: Does the storme hold still? Neuer fell a showre More seasonably gentle on the barren Parcht thirsty earth, then showres of courtesie Haue from this Princesse been distilled on me, To make my growth in quiet of my mind Secure and lasting. You may both beleeue that I was not vnciuill. Pish, I know her spirit, and her enuy. Now in troth, Sir, Pray credit me, I doe not vse to sweare▪ The vertuous Princesse hath in words and carriage Been kind, so ouer-kind, that I doe blush: I am not rich enough in thankes sufficient For her vnequall'd bounty.—My good Cousin, I haue a suite to you. It shall be granted. That no time, no perswasion, no respects Of Iealousies past, present, or hereafter By possibilitie to be conceiued, Draw you from that sincerity and purenesse Of loue, which you haue oftentimes protested To this great worthy Lady she deserues A duty more, then what the tyes of Marriage Can claime, or warrant: be for euer hers, As she is yours, and Heauen increase your comforts. Clophila hath play'd the Church-mans part, Ile not forbid the Banes. Are you consented? I haue one taske in charge first, which concernes me. Brother, be not more cruell then this Lady, She hath forgiuen my follies, so may you: Her youth, her beauty, innocence, discretion, Without additions of estate or birth, Are dower for a Prince indeed. You lou'd her; For sure you swore you did: else if you did not Here fixe your heart, and thus resolue, if now You misse this Heauen on earth, you cannot find In any other choice ought but a hell. The Ladies are turn'd Lawyers, and pleade handsomely Their Clients cases. I am an easie Iudge, And so shalt thou be Menaphon. I giue thee My Sister for a wise; a good one, friend. Lady, will you confirme the gift? The errors of my mistaken iudgement being lost, To your remembrance, I shall euer striue In my obedience to deserue your pity. My loue, my care, my all. What rests for me? I'm still a Batchelor: Sweet Maid, resolue me, May I yet call you mine? My Lord Amethus, Blame not my plainenesse, I am young and simple, And haue not any power to dispose Mine owne will without warrant from my father: That purchast, I am yours. It shall suffice me. Reuenge, I must haue reuenge; I will haue reuenge bitter and abominable reuenge; I will haue reuenge. This vnfashionable Mungrill, this Linsey-woolsey of mortality by this hand, Mistris, this shee-Roague is drunke, and clapper-clawd me without any reuerence to my person, or good garments, why d'ee not speake, Gentlemen. Some certaine blowes haue past, and't like your Highnesse. Some few knocks of Friendship, some loue-toyes, some Cuffes in kindnesse, or so. Ile turne him away, he shall bee my Master no longer.