Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 506 words
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I must eat too. Nothing but choicest caudies, and drink wine That shall have pearls dissolved in't. Come let's hasten To our delights. I have prepared a bed Of artificial Roses mixed with down; Wherein our dalliance we will emulate, The Cyprian Queen and her loved warrior, When in her Ivory arms she did embrace His Iron sides. Soft Lady, there are yet Stricter conditions.' I is not come to that. I must not be confined to times or place; Nor to your single number. I must change As I see cause. Shalt be thine own disposer. He minister, and like a handmaid wait When thou wilt grace another; nor repine, But with a patient longing. On these terms I feel a provocation. Come. Did ease Ever before produce such acts of shame? No matter. 'Tis a better life than war Affords her sons. A hard cold bed of earth: Sleeps broken with a thousand apprehensions Of danger; diet course, and seldom seasonable; Hunger and thirst; and death each hour presented. Let us translate our Carthage unto Capua; We shall not need to toil in blood and sweat For more enlargement. How doth he like this softness? it agrees not With his rough nature. Music every place Surfeits with this lasciviousness. March on my merry mates To Venus' wars: You need not fear your pates, You shall receive no wounds nor scars, You may come naked to the fight: we'll have no other vessel but night. Only you must not see The blushes of your enemy. The loving battle's set, And we began To counter-meet With active striving who shall win. I saint and yet methinks you yield, Both lose, and yet both win the field. Recover strength, and then we'll to these pleasant wars again. Bravely maintained and well come off on both sides. Curse on this case. Y'are well met noble Captains, How doth your courage brook this silken slavery? Is't not an easy bondage to be tied In bracelets of a wanton Lady's hair? And chain your daring spirits to the awe Of every glance her eye shoots? Tell me truly How do the pleasures of this Capua Relish upon your senses? are they not Even what desire can shape? They are my Lord Most absolute. And you are pleased with them? They cannot be refused, being offered us So apay after labour, as the fruits And harvest of our pains. What stupid earth Can be so void of apprehension, As not to think them blessings? That can Hannibal; Who through the swarthy vizard age and cares Have tanned his face with, blusheth at the change Of Soldiers into women. Why in stead Of Plume-crowned crests wear you not tires? and deck Your necks with gems, in stead of arming them With Corslets? Lay by all command, save only To set your distaff-servants tasks, and study Lascivious dressings, not wars discipline? Better employ invention how to court A Mistress in the fashionable garb, Than to contrive a useful stratagem Where force prevails not.
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I must eate too. Nothing but choycest caudies, and drink wine That shall have pearles dissolv'd in't. Come let's hasten To our delights. I have prepar'd a bed Of artificiall Roses mixt with downe; Wherein our dalliance we will emulate, The Cyprian Queene and her lov'd warriour, When in her Ivory armes she did imbrace His Iron sides. Soft Lady, there are yet Stricter conditions. 'I is not come to that. I must not be confin'd to times or place; Nor to your single number. I must change As I see cause. Shalt be thine owne disposer. He minister, and like a hand-maide waite When thou wilt grace another; nor repine, But with a patient longing. On these termes I feele a provocation. Come. Did ease Ever before produce such acts of shame? No matter. 'Tis a better life than warre Affords her sonnes. A hard cold bed of earth: Sleepes broken with a thousand apprehensions Of danger; diet course, and seldome seasonable; Hunger and thirst; and death each houre presented. Let us translate our Carthage unto Capua; We shall not need to toyle in blood and sweat For more inlargement. How doth he like this softnesse? it agrees not With his rough nature. Musick every place Surfets with this lasciviousnesse. March on my merry mates To Venus warres: You need not feare your pates, You shall receive no wounds nor scarres, You may come naked to the fight: Wee'l have no other vesle but night. Onely you must not see The blushes of your enemy. The loving battail's set, And we began To counter meete With active striving who shall win. I saint and yet mee thinkes you yeeld, Both lose, and yet both winne the sield. Recover strength, and then Wee'l to these pleasant warres agen. Bravely maintain'd and well come off on both sides. Curse on this case. Y'are well met noble Captaines, How doth your courage brooke this silken slavery? Is't not an easie bondage to be ty'd In bracelets of a wanton Ladyes haire? And chayne your daring spirits to the awe Of every glance her eye shoots? Tell me truely How doe the pleasures of this Capua Relish upon your senses? are they not Even what desire can shape? They are my Lord Most absolute. And you are pleas'd with them? They cannot bee refus'd, being offer'd us So apy after labour, as the fruits And harvest of our paines. What stupid earth Can be so void of apprehension, As not to thinke them blessings? That can Hanniball; Who through the twarthy vizard age and cares Have tann'd his face with, blusheth at the change Of Souldiers into women. Why in stead Of Plume-crown'd crests weare you not tyres? and deck Your neckes with gemmes, in stead of arming them With Corslets? Lay by all command, save onely To set your distaffe-servants taskes, and study Lascivious dressings, not warres discipline? Better employ invention how to court A Mistresse in the fashionable garbe, Than to contrive a usefull stratagem Where force prevailes not.