Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Ministers of mercy Mock not calamity. Ha! 'tis no vision! Or if it be, the happiest that ever Appeared to sinful flesh! who's here! His face Speaks him Adorni! but some glorious Angel Concealing its divinity in his shape, Hath done this miracle, it being not an act For wolvish man. Resolve me, if thou look'st for Bent knees in adoration? O forbear Sir, I am Adorni, and the instrument Of your deliverance; but the benefit You owe another. If he has a name, as soon as spoken, 'tis writ on my heart, I am his bondsman. To the shame of men, This great act is a woman's. The whole sex For her sake must be deified. How I wander In my imagination, yet cannot Guess who this Phoenix should be! 'Tis Camiola. Pray you speak't again, there's music in her name Once more I pray you Sir. Camiola, The Maid of honour, Cursed Atheist that I was, Only to doubt it could be any other, Since she alone in the abstract of herself, That small, but ravishing substance comprehends whatever is, or can be wished, in the Iudea of a woman. O what service, Or sacrifice of duty can I pay her! I not to live, and dye her charities slave, Which is resolved already. She expects not Such a dominion o'er you: yet ere I Deliver her demands, give me your hand: On this, as she enjoined me, with my lips I print her love and service by me sent you, I am o'erwhelmed with wonder! You must now (Which is the sum of all that she desires) By a solemn contract bind yourself, when she Requires it as a debt, due for your freedom To marry her. This does engage me further, A payment! an increase of obligation! To marry her! 'twas my nil ultra ever! The end of my ambition! O that now The holy man, she present, were prepared To join our hands, but with that speed, my heart Wishes, mine eyes might see her. You must swear this. Swear it? Collect all oaths, and imprecations Whose least breach is damnation, and those Ministered to me in a form more dreadful, Set heaven, and hell before me, I will take 'em: False to Camiola? Never. Shall I now Begin my vows to you? I am no Churchman, Such a one must file it on record, you are free, And that you may appear like to yourself (For so she wished) her's gold with which you may Redeem your trunks and servants, and whatever Of late you lost. I have found out the Captain Whose spoil they were. His name is Roderigo. I know him. I have done my parts. So much Sir As I am ever yours for't, now methinks I walk in air! divine Camiola, But words cannot express thee. I'll build to thee An altar in my soul, on which I'll offer A still increasing sacrifice of duty.
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Ministers of mercy Mocke not calamitie. Ha! 'tis no vision! Or if it be, the happiest that ever Appear'd to sinfull flesh! who's here! His face Speakes him Adorni! but some glorious Angell Concealing its divinity in his shape, Hath done this miracle, it being not an act For wolvish man. Resolve me, if thou look'st for Bent knees in adoration? O forbeare Sir, I am Adorni, and the instrument Of your deliverance; but the benefit You owe another. If he has a name, Assoone as spoken, 'tis writ on my heart, I am his bondman. To the shame of men, This great act is a womans. The whole sex For her ske must be deifi'd. How I wander In my imagination, yet cannot Ghesse who this Phoenix should be! 'Tis Camiola. Pray you spake't againe, there's musicke in her name Once more I pray you Sir. Camiola, The Maid of honor, Curs'd Atheist that I was, Onely to doubt it could be any other, Since she alone in the abstract of her selfe, Tha small, but ravishing substance comprehends What ever , or can be wished, in the Idea of a woman. O what service, Or sacrifice of duty can I pay her! I not to live, and dye her charities slave, Which is resolv'd already. She expects not Such a dominion ore you: yet ere I Deliver her demands, give me your hand: On this, as she enjoyn'd me, with my lips I print her love and service by me sent you, I am orewhelm'd with wonder! You must now (Which is the sum of all that she desires) By a solemne contract bind your selfe, when she Requires it as a debt, due for your fredome To marrie her. This does ingage me further, A payment! an increase of obligation! To marry her! 'twas my uil ultra ever! The end of my ambition! O that now The holy man, she present, were prepar'd To joyne our hands, but with that speed, my heart Wishes, mine eyes might see her. You must sweare this. Swear it? Collect all oaths, and imprecations Whose least breach is damnation, and those Ministred to me in a forme more dreadfull, Set heaven, and hell before me, I will take 'em: False to Camiola? Never. Shall I now Begin my vowes to you? I am no Church-man, Such a one must file it on record, you are free, And that you may appeare like to your selfe (For so she wish'd) her's gold with which you may Redeeme your truncks and servants, and what ever Of late you lost. I have found out the Captaine Whose spoyle they were. His name is Roderigo. I know him. I have done my parts. So much Sir As I am ever your's for't, now me thinkes I walke in ayre! divine Camiola, But words cannot expresse thee. I'll build to thee An altar in my soule, on which I'll offer A still increasing sacrifice of duty.