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 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
What hope now of your Cure? Stay, stay— What Earthquakes Roll in my flesh? here's Prince, and Prince and Prince; Prince upon Prince: the dotage of my sorrows Revels in magic of ambitious scorn, Be they Enchantments deadly (as the grave) I'll look upon'em: Patent, staff, and Relic To the last first. Round me, ye guarding ministers And ever keep me waking till the Cliffs That over hang my sight fall off, and leave These hollow spaces to be crammed with dust. 'tis time I see to fetch the Cordial. Prithee Sit down: I'll instantly be here again— Good, give me leave, I will sit down indeed: Here's Company enough for me to prate to, 'tis the same, the cunning Artsman Faltered not in a line. could he have fashioned A little hollow space here, and blown breath To have made it move, and whisper, 't had been excellent. But faith, 'tis well, 'tis very well as 'tis. Passing, most passing well. The sovereign Greatness, Who, by Commission from the powers of heaven, Sways both this Land and us, our gracious Prince, By me presents you (Sir) with this large bounty, A gift more precious to him then his birthright. Here let your cares take end; now set at liberty Your long imprisoned heart, and welcome home The solace of your soul, too long kept from you. Dear Sir, you know me. Yes, thou art my Daughter: My eldest blessing. Know thee? Why Eroclea, I never did forget thee in thy absence. Poor soul, how dost? The best of my well-being consists in yours. Stand up: the gods who hitherto Have kept us both alive, preserve thee ever. I thank thee and the Prince, I thank thee too, Eroclea, that thou wouldst In pity of my age, take so much pains To live, till I might once more look upon thee, Before I broke my heart: O 'twas a piece Of piety and duty unexampled. The goodman relisheth his comforts strangely, The sight doth turn me child. I have not words that can express my joys. Nor I. Nor I: yet let us gaze on one another freely, And surfeit with our eyes; let me be plain, If I should speak as much as I should speak, I should talk of a thousand things at once, And all of thee, of thee (my child) of thee: My tears like ruffling winds locked up in Caves, Do bustle for a vent— on tother side, To fly out into mirth were not so comely. Come hither, let me kiss thee— with a pride, Strength, courage, and fresh blood, which now thy presence Hath stored me with, I kneel before their Altars, Whose sovereignty kept guard about thy safety. Ask, ask thy Sister (prithee) she'll tell thee How I have been much mad. Much discontented, Shunning all means that might procure him comfort. Heaven has at last been gracious.
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What hope now of your Cure? Stay, stay—What Earthquakes Roule in my flesh? here's Prince, and Prince and Prince; Prince vpon Prince: the dotage of my sorrowes Reuells in magick of ambitious scorne, Be they Inchantments deadly (as the graue) Ile looke vpon'em: Patent, staffe, and Relick To the last first. Round me, ye guarding ministers And euer keepe me waking till the Cliffes That ouer hang my sight fall off, and leaue These hollow spaces to be cram'd with dust. Tis time I see to fetch the Cordiall. Prethee Sit downe: Ile instantly be here againe— Good, giue me leaue, I will sit downe indeed: Here's Company enough for me to prate to, Tis the same, the cunning Artsman Faultred not in a line. Coo'd he haue fashen'd A little hollow space here, and blowne breath To haue made it moue, and whispher, 't had bin excellent. But faith, tis well, tis very well as tis. Passing, most passing well. The soueraigne Greatnesse, Who, by Commission from the powers of heauen, Swayes both this Land and vs, our gracious Prince, By me presents you (Sir) with this large bounty, A gift more precious to him then his birth-right. Here let your cares take end; now set at liberty Your long imprison'd heart, and welcome home The solace of your soule, too long kept from you. Deare Sir, you know me. Yes, thou art my Daughter: My eldest blessing. Know thee? Why Eroclea, I neuer did forget thee in thy absence. Poore soule, how do'st? The best of my well-being consists in yours. Stand vp: the gods who hitherto Haue kept vs both aliue, preserue thee euer. I thanke thee and the Prince, I thanke thee too, Eroclea, that thou would'st In pitie of my age, take so much paines To liue, till I might once more looke vpon thee, Before I broke my heart: O twas a piece Of piety and duty vnexampled. The good-man rellisheth his comforts strangely, The sight doth turne me child. I haue not words that can expresse my ioyes. Nor I. Nor I: yet let vs gaze on one another freely, And surfet with our eyes; let me be plaine, If I should speake as much as I should speake, I should talke of a thousand things at once, And all of thee, of thee (my child) of thee: My teares like ruffling winds lockt vp in Caues, Doe bustle for a vent—on t'other side, To flye out into mirth were not so comely. Come hither, let me kisse thee—with a pride, Strength, courage, and fresh blood, which now thy presence Hath stor'd me with, I kneele before their Altars, Whose soueraignty kept guard about thy safety. Aske, aske thy Sister (prethee) shee'le tell thee How I haue been much mad. Much discontented, Shunning all meanes that might procure him comfort. Heauen ha's at last been gracious.