Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 540 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
How can you, a man Whom custom hath habituate in th'extremes Of cruelty, change nature? and perhaps Your first, innate, and not a second, only Borne out of use. methinks it is not possible Your thoughts should be possessed of other objects, Then what wars horror paints with bloody colours. Love and a Lady are for such as case Hath softened into women: Hannibal Hath nothing in him, but what's masculine: So hardened too, that those weak sire's can never Alter his temper. Yes; your eyes have done it. Although my skin be horny, and my flesh Almost insensible through daily weight Of heavy arms, the substance of my heart Is flexible, and takes impressions Of love from your perfections. It not derogates From the best difference in man's composition To love: for that best speaks him man, and argues He hath a spirit capable of things Worthy his being. Come then perfect me With your addition: make my captivity A conquest, and I'll fix. That were enough To brand you with a lasting infamy. You have designs for action. Should you stop The prosecution of a war begun With such success, and only for a woman, T' would make you be the scorn of men; the subject Of jester's libels. I could court your valour As you are Hannibal: but as a lover The thought of that cools all affection. Had I at Cannas been, or Thrasimenus, Girt in an Amazonian male, my head Wrapped in an Iron tiara, and my hand Armed with a sword, I would have kept the side Of Hannibal, to dote upon those wonders His conquering arm then acted. As from water Cast on bitumen, so from these sharp checks My flame increaseth. You express a soul Makes others valours but derivative From yours; as if the spring of all flowed thence; And we but drank our small proportions From your abundance. Our embraces would People the wasted world with Warriors. Whence speaks your haste? and what? I come from Spain, And bring important news; but sad. Shall we By change ride through the Zodiac of your pleasures, And feast ourselves in every house? You still Mistake the sign. 'Tis not in Virgo sure. Nor yet in Taurus, though I have a husband. You two are Gemini: a pair of— Captains. she flouts us sure. What should this courtship mean? Maharball and Himulco that were charactered For valiant Captains, turned sinock-souldiers? And Hannibal? The air of Capua Hath not so changed us, but we can preserve Our modesties. Oh miracle! that Capua Hath honest women in't. Will Hannibal Attend my message? Hast thou brought her pearls Ravished from necks of richest Roman dames? I'll pave the path we tread to Hymen's joy With spoils of all the cities I have conquered. Not of new Carthage; Sagunt; Locris; Tarracon. All these are re-o'ercome by Scipio; In Spain he only triumphs. Doth not Hannibal? Mind the sad news? Revenge if nothing else Should wing him to new conquest. I perceive Errors in my behaviour. Court a woman, When I should threaten vengeance! But she's fair. Hang beauty: that and ease are th' only engines To ruin virtue. Ladies pray withdraw: Th' affairs of men are handling.
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How can you, a man Whom custome hath habituate in th'extremes Of cruelty, change nature? and perhaps Your first, innate, and not a second, onely Borne out of use. Me thinkes it is not possible Your thoughts should be possest of other objects, Then what warres horrour paint's with bloudy colours. Love and a Lady are for such as case Hath softned into women: Hanniball Hath nothing in him, but what's masculine: So hardned too, that those weake sires can never Alter his temper. Yes; your eyes have done it. Although my skin be horney, and my flesh Almost insensible through daily weight Of heavie armes, the substance of my heart Is flexible, and takes impressions Of love from your perfections. It not derogates From the best difference in mans composition To love: for that best speakes him man, and argues Hee hath a spirit capable of things Worthy his being. Come then perfect me With your addition: make my captivity A conquest, and Ile fixc. That were enough To brand you with a lasting infamy. You have designes for action. Should you stop The prosecution of a warre begun With such successe, and onely for a woman, T' would make you be the scorne of men; the subject Of jesters libels. I could court your valour As you are Hanniball: but as a lover The thought of that cooles all affection. Had I at Cannas beene, or Thrasimenus, Guirt in an Amazonian male, my head Wrapt in an Iron tyara, and my hand Arm'd with a sword, I would have kept the side Of Hanniball, to dote upon those wonders His conquering arme then acted. As from water Cast on bytumen, so from these sharpe checks My flame encreaseth. You expresse a soule Makes others valours but derivative From yours; as if the spring of all flow'd thence; And we but dranke our small proportions From your abundance. Our embraces would People the wasted world with Warriours. Whence speakes your hast? and what? I come from Spaine, And bring important newes; but sad. Shall wee By change ride through the Zodiack of your pleasures, And feast our selves in every house? You still Mistake the signe. 'Tis not in Virgo sure. Nor yet in Taurus, though I have a husband. You two are Gemini: a payre of—Captaines. Shee slouts us sure. What should this courtship meane? Maharball and Himulco that were character'd For valiant Captaines, turn'd sinock-souldiers? And Hanniball? The ayre of Capua Hath not so chang'd us, but we can preserve Our modesties. Oh miracle! that Capua Hath honest women in't. Will Hanniball Attend my message? Hast thou brought her pearles Ravish't from necks of richest Romane dames? I'le pave the path we tread to Hymens joy With spovles of all the cities I have conquer'd. Nt of new Carthage; Sagunt; Locris; Tarracon. All these are re-orecome by Scipio; In Spaine he onely triumph's. Doth not Hannibal? Minde the sad newes? Revenge if nothing else Should wing him to new conquest. I perceive Errours in my behaviour. Court a woman, When I should threaten vengeance! But shee's faire. Hang beauty: that and ease are th' onely engines To ruine vertue. Ladies pray' withdraw: Th' affaires of men are handling.