Independent Learning 24/11/12

Hi folks, sorry this has taken so long. I would like you to take a look at this extract from 'Tis Pity She's a Whore by John Ford. You may also like to do a little background reading. Gio. Lost, I am lost: my fates haue doom'd my death: The more I striue, I loue, the more I loue, The lesse I hope: I see my ruine, certaine. What Iudgement, or endeuors could apply To my incurable and restlesse wounds, I throughly haue examin'd, but in vaine: O that it were not in Religion sinne, To make our loue a God, and worship it. I haue euen wearied heauen with prayers, dryed vp The spring of my continuall teares, euen steru'd My veines with dayly fasts: what wit or Art Could Counsaile, I haue practiz'd; but alas I find all these but dreames, and old mens tales To flight vnsteedy youth; I'me still the same, Or I must speake, or burst; tis not I know, My lust; but tis my fare that leads me on. Keepe feare and low faint hearted shame with slaues, Ile tell her, that I loue her, though my heart Were rated at the price of that attempt. Oh me! she comes. Enter Anna and Putana. Anna. Brother. Gio. If such a thing As Courage dwell in men, (yee heauenly powers) Now double all that vertue in my tongue. Anna. Why Brother, will you not speake to me? Gio. Yes; how d'ee Sister? Anna. Howsoeuer I am, me thinks you are not well. Put. Blesse vs why are you so sad Sir. Gio. Let me intreat you leaue vs awhile, Putana, Sister, I would be pryuate with you. Anna. With-drawe Putana. Put. I will, If this were any other Company for her, I should thinke my absence an office of some credit, but I will leaue them together. Exit Putana. Gio. Come Sister lend your hand, let's walke together. I hope you neede not blush to walke with mee, Here's none but you and I.