Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 (Annals) masque · King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 486 words
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My name is Choler. I was begot by Fire on Nature's Cookmaid in the time of a Festival. I was dry nursed by a lean Butterwife, and bred up in Mars his Fencing-school: where I have learned a mystery that consists in lying, distance and direction; pace, space and place; Time, motion and action; progression, reversion and traversion; blows, thrusts, falses, doubles, ships and wards; closings, gripes and wrestlings; fights guardant, open, variable and close. Then have we our stocatas, imbrocatas, mandritas, puintas and puintas reversas; our stramisons, passatas, carricadas, amazzas and incartatas. And what's all this? Terms in our dialect to puzzle desperate ignorance. What's yours? My name is Blood. Aire was my father, and my mother a light-heeled madame that kept a vaulting-schoole at the sign of Virgo. As she was one day practising a high triole she lost her hold, and fell down into my father's regions, where had not he kind man stopped her about though middle, she had broke her neck against a rock of Ice that hung beneath her, and Blood had not been as he is, a Dancer sir. What art skilled in? Garbs and postures of the body. Here's an honour for a Lord; a back-fall for a Lady, and a high rising is best in an active gallant. But pardonne moy monsieur, it do strain a de back too much. Here's a traverse for a nimble Lawyer. A hop and skip shall raise the son of a Cobbler well underlaid with pieces to the government of a province, till overmuch ambitious cutting wears him into his Last. A turn above ground for a Mercurial pickpocket, and an easy passage to destruction for him that danceth after infected wantonness▪ Cum multis aliis. And what's your name? Phlegm mine sir. Water was my mother, and she made me a Physician. I was nursed by Apollo's Hearbwife that dwells at the sign of the Crab, and she taught me to go backwards. And what can you do? Live by the inspection of excrements, and draw aurum palpabile out of them. Kill any one cum privilegio artis. I am Venus Midwife, and trusted with many secrets, which I never reveal but to my Apothecary when we meet at Libra to share and settle our correspondence. Your Physician will serve you at your death sir. Now your name? I am called Melancholy. I was begotten on the earth after a great drought in the time of barrenness: who breeding me up hardly, enabled me the better for this hungry profession. I would feign be in love; but having no other mistress. I am enforced to love mine own humour. All these are humours, and must be my servants. What a vast bounty have the heavens given me? But I must labour to preserve them regular, And not exceeding their proportion's Of substance or of quality, for than They will be masters. Disagreeing!
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My name is Choller. I was begt by Fire on Natures Cooke-maide in the time of a Feastivall. I was dry nursed by a leane Butterwife, and bred up in Mars his Fencing-schoole: where I have learn't a mystery that consists in lying, distance and direction; pase, space and place; Time, motion and action; progression, reversion and travrsion; blowes, thrusts, falses, doubles, ships and wards; closings, gripes and wrastlings; fights guardant, open, variable and close. Then have wee our stocatas, imbrocatas, mandritas, puintas and puintas reversas; our stramisons, passatas, carricadas, amazzas and incartatas. And what's all this? Termes in our dialect to pusle desperate ignorance. What's yours? My name is Blood. Ayre was my father, and my mother a light-heel'd madame that kept a vaulting-schoole at the signe of Virg. As she was one day practising a high trio she lost her hould, and fell downe into my fathers regions, where had not hee kind man stopt her about tho middle, shee had brake her neck against a rock of Ice that hung beneath her, and Blood had not beene as he is, a Dancer sir. What art skill'd in? Garbes and postures of the body. Here's an honour for a Lord; a back-fall for a Lady, and a high rising is best in an active gallant. But pardonne moy monsier, it doe straine a de back too mush. Here's a traverse for a nimble Lawyer. A hop and skip shall raise the sonne of a Cobler well under-lay'd with pieces to the government of a province, 'till over-much ambitious cutting weares him into his Last. A turne above ground for a Mercuriall pick-pocket, and an easie passage to destruction for him that danceth after infected wantonnesse▪ Cum multis alijs. And what's your name? Phlegme mine sir. Water was my mother, and she made me a Physician. I was nurst by Apollos Hearbwife that dwells at the signe of the Crab, and she taught me to goe backwards. And what can you doe? Live by the inspection of excrements, and draw aurum palpabile out of them. Kill any one cum privilegio aris. I am Venus Midwife, and trusted with many secrets, which I never reveale but to my Apothecary when we meete at Libra to share and settle our correspondence. Your Physician will serve you at your death sir. Now your name? I am called Melancholy. I was begotten on the earth after a great drought in the time of barrennsse: who breeding me up hardly, enabled me the better for this hungry profession. I would faigne be in love; but having no other mistresse. I am inforc't to love mine owne humour. All these are humours, and must be my servants. What a vast bounty have the heavens given me? But I must labour to preserve them regular, And not exceeding their proportions Of substance or of quality, for then They will be masters. Disagreeing!