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 0.88 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Is this your she-Page, Cuculus? 'tis a Boy, sure. A Boy, an arrant Boy in long coats. He has mumbled his nose, that 'tis as big as a great Cod piece. Oh thou Cock vermin of iniquity. Pelias, take hence the wag and school him for't. For your part, servant, I'll entreat the Prince To grant you some fit place about his Wardrobe. Ever after a bloody nose do I dream of good luck. I horribly thank your Ladyship. Whilst I'm in office, the old garb shall again Grow in request, and Tailors shall be men. Come Trollio, help to wash my face, prithee. Yes, and to scour it too.— The Prince and Princess are at hand, give over your amorous Dialogues. Most honoured Lady, henceforth forbear your sadness: are you ready to practise your instructions? I have studied My part with care, and will perform it (Rhetias) With all the skill I can. I'll pass my word for her. Thus Princes should be circled with a guard Of truly noble friends, and watchful subjects. O Rhetias, thou art just; the Youth thou told'st me. That lived at Athens, is returned at last To her own fortunes, and contracted love. My knowledge made me sure of my report, Sir. Eroclea, clear thy fears, when the Sun shines, Clouds must not dare to muster in the sky, Nor shall they here— Why do they kneel? Stand up, The day and place is privileged. Your presence, Great Sir, makes every room a Sanctuary. Wherefore does this young virgin use such circumstance, In duty to us? Rise. 'tis I must raise her. Forgive me, Sister, I have been too private, In hiding from your knowledge any secret That should have been in common 'twixt our souls: But I was ruled by council. That I show myself a Girl (Sister) and bewray joy in too soft a passion 'fore all these, I hope you cannot blame me. We must part: The sudden meeting of these two fair Rivulets With th' Island of our arms, Cleophila, The custom of thy piety hath built Even to thy younger years a Monument Of memorable Fame; some great reward Must wait on thy desert. The Prince speaks t'ee, Niece. Chat low, I pray; let's about our business. The good old man awakes: my Lord, withdraw; Rhetias, let's settle here the Coach. Away then. Fly hence, shadows, that do keep Watchful sorrows, charmed in sleep; Though the Eyes be overtaken, Yet the Heart doth ever waken Thoughts, chained up in busy snares Of continual woes and cares: Love and griefs are so expressed, As they rather sigh than rest. Fly hence, shadows, that do keep Watchful sorrows, charmed in sleep. Where am I? Ha? What sounds are these? 'tis day, sure. Oh, I have slept belike: 'tis but the foolery Of some beguiling dream. So, so, I will not Trouble the play of my delighted Fancy But dream my dream out. Morrow to your Lordship: You took a jolly nap, and slept it soundly. Away, beast, let me alone.
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Is this your she-Page, Cuculus? tis a Boy, sure. A Boy, an arrant Boy in long coates. He has mumbled his nose, that tis as big as a great Cod peece. Oh thou Cock vermine of iniquity. Pelias, take hence the wag and schoole him for't. For your part, seruant, Ile intreate the Prince To grant you some fit place about his Wardrobe. Euer after a bloody nose do I dreame of good lucke. I horribly thanke your Ladiship. Whil'st I'm in office, the old garbe shall agen Grow in request, and Taylors shall be men. Come Trollio, helpe to wash my face, prethee. Yes, and to scowre it too.— The Prince and Princesse are at hand, giue ouer your amorous Dialogues. Most honor'd Lady, henceforth forbeare your sadnesse: are you ready to practise your instructions? I haue studied My part with care, and will performe it (Rhetias) With all the skill I can. Ile passe my word for her. Thus Princes should be circled with a guard Of truly noble friends, and watchfull subiects. O Rhetias, thou art iust; the Youth thou told'st me. That liu'd at Athens, is returnd at last To her owne fortunes, and contracted I oue. My knowledge made me sure of my report, Sir. Eroclea, cleare thy feares, when the Sun shines, Clouds must not dare to muster in the skie, Nor shal they here—Why do they kneele? Stand vp, The day and place is priuiledg'd. Your presence, Great Sir, makes euery roome a Sanctuary. Wherefore does this young virgin vse such circumstance, In duty to vs? Rise. Tis I must raise her. Forgiue me, Sister, I haue been too priuate, In hiding from your knowledge any secret That should haue been in common twixt our soules: But I was rul'd by councell. That I shew my selfe a Girle (Sister) and bewray Ioy in too soft a passion'fore all these, I hope you cannot blame me. We must part: The sudden meeting of these two faire Riuolets With th' Iland of our armes, Cleophila, The custome of thy piety hath built Euen to thy younger yeeres a Monument Of memorable Fame; some great reward Must wait on thy desert. The Prince speakes t'ee, Neece. Chat low, I pray; let's about our businesse. The good old man awakes: my Lord, with-draw; Rhetias, let's settle here the Coach. Away then. Fly hence, shadowes, that doe keep Watchfull sorrowes, charm'd in sleepe; Though the Eyes be ouertaken, Yet the Heart doth euer waken Thoughts, chain'd vp in busie snares Of continuall woes and cares: Loue and griefes are so exprest, As they rather sigh then rest. Fly hence, shadowes, that doe keepe Watchfull sorrowes, charm'd in sleepe. Where am I? Ha? What sounds are these? Tis day, sure. Oh, I haue slept belike: tis but the foolery Of some beguiling dreame. So, so, I will not Trouble the play of my delighted Fancy But dreame my dreame out. Morrow to your Lordship: You tooke a iolly nap, and slept it soundly. Away, beast, let me alone.