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 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
So say I but wherefore crop thy words in such a sloth, As if thou wert afraid to mingle truth. With thy misfortunes? Understand me throughly, I would not have thee to report at large From point to point, a journal of thy absence: 'twill take up too much time, I would securely Engross the little remnant of my life, That thou might'st every day be telling somewhat, Which might convey me to my rest with comfort. Let me bethink me, how we parted first: Puzzles my faint remembrance— But soft, thou toldst me, that the Prince Sent me this present. From this own fair hands I did receive my Sister. To requite him, we will not dig his Father's grave anew, Although the mention of him much concerns The business we inquire of— as I said, We parted in a hurry at the Court, I to this Castle, after made my jail. But whither thou, dear heart? Now they fall to't, I looked for this. I by my Uncle's care (Sophronos, my good Uncle) suddenly was like a sailor's Boy conveyed a shipboard that every night. A policy quick and strange. The ship was bound for Corinth, whither first Attended only with your servant Rhetias, And all fit necessaries, we arrived: From thence in habit of a youth we journeyed To Athens, where till our return of late, Have we lived safe. Oh what a thing is man, To bandy factions of distempered passions, Against the sacred providence above him? Here in the Legend of thy two years' exile, Rare pity and delight are sweetly mixed, And still thou wert a Boy. So I obeyed my Uncle's wise command. 'twas safely carried, I humbly thank thy Fate. If earthly treasures Are poured in plenty down from Heaven on mortals; They reign amongst those Oracles, that flow In Schools of sacred knowledge; such is Athens: Yet Athens was to me but a fair prison: The thoughts of you, my Sister, Country, Fortunes, And something of the Prince, barred all contents, Which else might ravish sense: for had not, Rhetias, Been always comfortable to me, certainly Things had gone worse. Speak low Eroclea; That something of the Prince bears danger in it: Yet thou hast travailed (Wench) for such Endowments, As might create a Prince a wife fit for him, Had he the World to guide: but touch not there; How cam'st thou home? Sir, with your Noble savour, Kissing your hand first, that point I can answer. Honest, right honest Rhetias. Your grave Brother Perceived with what a hopeless love his son, Lord Menaphon, too eagerly pursued Thamasta, Cousin to our present Prince; And to remove the violence of affection, Sent him to Athens, where for twelve months' space Your daughter, my young Lady and her Cousin Enjoyed each others griefs, till by his Father The Lord Sophronos we were all called home.
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So say I but wherefore crop thy words in such a sloth, As if thou wert afraid to mingle truth. With thy misfortunes? Vnderstand me throughly, I would not haue thee to report at large From point to point, a Iournall of thy absence: T'will take vp too much time, I would securely Ingrosse the little remnant of my life, That thou might'st euery day be telling somewhat, Which might conuay me to my rest with comfort. Let me be thinke me, how we parted first: Puzzles my faint remembrance—But soft, thou toldst me, that the Prince Sent me this present. From this own faire hands I did receiue my Sister. To requite him, we will not dig his Fathers graue anew, Although the mention of him much concernes The businesse we inquire of—as I said, We parted in a hurry at the Court, I to this Castle, after made my layle. But whither thou, deare heart? Now they fall too't, I lookt for this. I by my Vncles care (Sophronos ▪ my good Vncle) suddenly was like a Saylers Boy conuey'd a shipboord that euery night. A policie quicke and strange. The ship was bound for Corinth, whither first Attended onely with your seruant Rhetias, And all fit necessaries, we arriu'd: From thence in habit of a youth we iourney'd To Athens, where till our returne of late, Haue we liu'd safe. Oh what a thing is man, To bandy factions of distemp'red passions, Against the sacred prouidence aboue him? Here in the Legend of thy two yeeres exile, Rare pity and delight are sweetly mixt, And still thou wert a Boy. So I obey'd my Vncles wise command. Twas safely carried, I humbly thanke thy Fate. If earthly treasures Are powr'd in plenty downe from Heau'n on mortals; They reigne amongst those Oracles, that flow In Scholes of sacred knowledge; such is Athens: Yet Athens was to me but a faire prison: The thoughts of you, my Sister, Country, Fortunes, And something of the Prince, barr'd all contents, Which else might rauish sence: for had not, Rhetias, Been alwaies comfortable to me, certainely Things had gone worse. Speake low Eroclea; That something of the Prince beares danger in it: Yet thou hast trauayl'd (Wench) for such Indowments, As might create a Prince a wife fit for him, Had he the World to guide: but touch not there; How cam'st thou home? Sir, with your Noble sauour, Kissing your hand first, that point I can answer. Honest, right honest Rhetias. Your graue Brother Perceiu'd with what a hopelesse loue his sonne, Lord Menaphon, too eagerly pursu'd Thamasta, Cousin to our present Prince; And to remoue the violence of affection, Sent him to Athens, where for twelue moneths space Your daughter, my young Lady and her Cousin Enioy'd each others griefes, till by his Father The Lord Sophronos we were all call'd home.