Ford, John · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Nov 24] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Enough, enough, the world shall henceforth witness My thankfulness to Heaven, and those people Who have been pitiful to me and mine. Lend me a looking-glass— How now? How came I So courtly in fresh raiments? Here's the Glass, Sir. I'm in the trim too.— O Cleophila, This was the goodness of thy care and cunning.— Whence comes this noise? The Prince my Lord in person. Ye shall not kneel to us; rise all, I charge ye: Father, you wrong your age, henceforth my arms And heart shall be your guard; we have o'erheard All passages of your united loves. Be young again, Meleander, live to number An happy generation, and die old In comforts as in years. The Offices And Honours which I late on thee conferred, Are not fantastic bounties, but thy merit; Enjoy them liberally. My tears must thank ye, for my tongue cannot. I have kept my promise, & given you a sure cordial. O, a rare one. Good man, we both have shared enough of sadness: Though thine has tasted deeper of th'extreme; Let us forget it henceforth. Where's the picture I sent ye? Keep it, 'tis a counterfeit, And in exchange of that, I cease on this, The real substance: with this other hand I give away before her Father's face His younger joy, Cleophila, to thee Cousin Amethus: take her, and be to her More than a Father, a deserving husband. Thus robbed of both thy children in a minute, Thy cares are taken off. My brains are dulled; I am entranced, and know not what you mean: Great, gracious Sir, alas, why do you mock me? I am a weak old man, so poor and feeble, That my untoward joints can scarcely creep Unto the grave, where I must seek my rest. Eroclea was you know, contracted mine; Cleophila, my Cousins by consent Of both their hearts: We both now claim our own; It only rests in you to give a blessing For confirmation. Sir, 'tis truth and justice. The gods that lent ye to me, bless your vows: O Children, children, pay your prayers to Heaven, For they have showed much mercy. But Sophronos, Thou art my Brother: I can say no more: A good, good Brother. Leave the rest to time. Cousin Thamasta, I must give you too: She's thy wife, Menaphon. Rhetias, for thee And Corax, I have more than common thanks. On, to the Temple; there all solemn Rites Performed, a general Feast shall be proclaimed. The lover's Melancholy hath found cure; Sorrows are changed to Bride-songs. So they thrive, Whom Fate in spite of storms hath kept alive. TO be too confident, is as unjust In any Work, as too much to distrust; Who from the laws of study have not swerved, Know, begged applauses never were deserved. We must submit to Censure: so doth He, Whose hours begot this issue; yet being free For his part, if He have not pleased you, then In this kind, he'll not trouble you again.
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Enough, enough, the world shall henceforth witnesse My thankfulnes to Heauen, and those people Who haue been pitifull to me and mine. Lend me a Looking-glasse—How now? How came I So courtly in fresh rayments? Here's the Glasse, Sir. I'm in the trim too.—O Cleophila, This was the goodnesse of thy care and cunning.— Whence comes this noyse? The Prince my Lord in person. Ye shall not kneele to vs; rise all, I charge ye: Father, you wrong your age, henceforth my armes And heart shall be your guard; we haue o're-heard All passages of your vnited loues. Be young againe, Meleander, liue to number An happy generation, and dye old In comforts as in yeeres. The Offices And Honours which I late on thee conferr'd, Are not fantasticke bounties, but thy merit; Enioy them liberally. My teares must thanke ye, for my tongue cannot. I haue kept my promise, & giuen you a sure cordial. O, a rare one. Good man, wee both haue shar'd enough of sadnes: Though thine ha's tasted deeper of th'extreme; Let vs forget it henceforth. Where's the picture I sent yee? Keepe it, tis a counterfeit, And in exchange of that, I ceaze on this, The reall substance: with this other hand I giue away before her Fathers face His younger ioy, Cleophila, to thee Cousin Amethus: take her, and be to her More then a Father, a deseruing husband. Thus rob'd of both thy children in a minute, Thy cares are taken off. My braines are dull'd; I am intranc'd, and know not what you meane: Great, gracious Sir, alas, why do you mocke me? I am a weake old man, so poore and seeble, That my vntoward ioynts can scarcely creepe Vnto the graue, where I must seeke my rest. Eroclea was you know, contracted mine; Cleophila, my Cousins by consent Of both their hearts: We both now claime our owne; It onely rests in you to giue a blessing For confirmation. Sir, tis truth and iustice. The gods that lent ye to me, blesse your vowes: O Children, children, pay your prayers to Heauen, For they haue shew'd much mercy. But Sophronos, Thou art my Brother: I can say no more: A good, good Brother. Leaue the rest to time. Cousin Thamasta, I must giue you too: She's thy wife, Menaphon. Rhetias, for thee And Corax, I haue more then common thanks. On, to the Temple; there all solemne Rites Perform'd, a generall Feast shall be proclaim'd. The Louers Melancholy hath found cure; Sorrowes are chang'd to Bride-songs. So they thriue, Whom Fate in spite of stormes hath kept aliue. TO be too confident, is as vniust In any Worke, as too much to distrust; Who from the lawes of study haue not sweru'd, Know, beg'd applauses neuer were deseru'd. We must submit to Censure: so doth He, Whose houres begot this issue; yet being free For his part, if He haue not pleas'd you, then In this kinde, hee'le not trouble you agen.