FORD, John

‘Tis Pity She's a Whore (Giovanni and Annabella) -

- Giovanni:

True, Annabella 'tis no time to jest,

I have too long suppressed the hidden flames

That almost have consumed me : I have spent

Many a silent night in sighs and groans.

Run over all my thoughts, despised my fate,

Reasoned against the reasons of my love,

Done all that smoothed-cheek Virtue could advise ;

But found all bootless : 'tis my destiny

That you must either love, or I must die.

Anna, Comes this in sadnes from you ?

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Why, I hold fate

Clasped in my fist, and could command the course

Of time's eternal motion, hadst thou been

One thought more steady than an ebbing sea.

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