Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 (Annals) masque · King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Do not abuse them then, For my pure substance will admit no mixture With any thing that's earthy, lest it should Be so defiled. Together with myself I must bestow on thee two different servants. The one is like myself, all innocence, The other's clad in an infernal robe Of malice to us, and will tempt thy frailty To lose desires, from her black invention Forging aspersions on me to divert Thy love: which I so prize, my bliss or ruin Hath sole dependence on it. If she urge Those accusations, deaf thy understanding To her suggestions, and inform thy reason Only from th' other, who best knows my passions, Powers and habits: thou wast made for me To be my instrument, and I for thee. And when I do forsake thee, or infect My looser thoughts with any other object Then thy wished good, may I be made th'example Of imbecility; the spoil of time; Mockery of fortune; image of inconstancy; The scale of envy and calamity. And this fair structure (now by these upheld) Be buried in its own and their lad ruins. I am angry at it. We shall have moral now instead of Martial discipline. Challenges will be proclaimed cowardice: and every white-livered silk-skinned Lady-courtier will answer a man's anger with, if it were not for the law and conscience. If no body will provoke me, I'll quarrel with myself. Take heed Choler of a halter. Phlegm thou art a Mountebank, and I will make thee quake. Not so hot good Choler. I am partaking, and as discontented at this match as envy can make me. I could hatch a conspiracy to sever them, should cause posterity attribute all Matchiavillianisme to Melancholy. Blood's prevented, and the expectation of so many children begot on several mothers that should dote on the quivering of my calves, and the strength of my back is utterly frustrate. No Lady of liberty must admire this passage, or that skipping, till her veins swell with my addition. I must no more run here and there to tickle her sense, and fright the green-sickness from her complexion. Shall it be a plot? Let's kill them presently. But the means? Why, is not Phlegm a Physician? Come my kind servants, let your active limbs Move to delight us, whilst the spheres agree To guide your measures with their harmony. I am disturbed within; a new desire Whet's appetite of pleasure in some change, Such as may touch the sense without a scruple Of wedlock's breach. Hence with these laws of conscience That would set limits to what's infinite. Two kisses more will cloy me▪ nought can relish But variation. Harken then to me. Leave this strict Bride that curbs licentious will, And rayn's it with her temperance. Liberty Makes delight full and swelling: it must feed On several objects, else 'twill glut itself Into a loathing. I applaud thy counsel, And am prepared to act it. Ha! Physander. So suddenly forgetful of thy vows Before full consummation of those rites Crown Bridegrooms happy?
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Doe not abuse them then▪ For my pure substance will admit no mixture With any thing that's earthy, lest it should Be so defil'd. Together with my selfe I must bestow on thee two different servants. The one is like my selfe, all innocence, The other's clad in an infernall robe Of malice to us, and will tempt thy frailty To loose desires, from her black invention Forging aspersions on me to divert Thy love: which I so prize, my blisse or ruine Hath sole dependance on it. If she urge Those accusations, deafe thy understanding To her suggestions, and informe thy reason Onely from th' other, who best knowes my passions, Powers and habits: thou wast made for me To be my instrument, and I for thee. And when I doe forsake thee, or infect My looser thoughts with any other object Then thy wisht good, may I be made th'example Of imbecillity; the spoyle of time; Mockery of fortune; image of inconstancy; The scale of envie and calamity. And this faire structure (now by these upheld) Be buried in it's owne and their lad ruines. I am angry at it. We shall have morall now instead of Martiall discipline. Challenges will bee proclaim'd cowardise: and every white-liver'd silk-skinn'd Lady-courtier will answer a mans anger with, if it were not for the lawe and conscience. If no body will provoke me, Ile quarrell with my selfe. Take heed Choller of a halter. Phlegme thou art a Mountebank, and I will make thee quake. Not so hot good Choller. I am partaking, and as discontented at this match as envie can make mee. I could hatch a conspiracy to sever them, should cause posterity attribute all Matchiavillianisme to Melancholy. Blood's prevented, and the expectation of so many children begot on severall mothers that should dote on the quivering of my calves, and the strength of my back is utterly frustrate. No Lady of liberty must admire this passage, or that skipping, 'till her veines swell with my addition. I must no more run here and there to tickle her sense, and fright the geene-sicknesse from her complexion. Shall it be a plot? Let's kill them presently. But the meanes? Why, is not Phlegme a Physitian? Come my kind servants, let your active limbs Move to delight us, whilst the spheares agree To guide your measures with their harmony. I am disturb'd within; a new desire Whet's appetite of pleasure in some change, Such as may touch the sence without a scruple Of wedlocks breach. Hence with these lawes of conscience That would set limits to what's infinite. Two kisses more will cloy me▪ nought can relish But variation. Hearken then to me. Leave this strict Bride that curbs licentious will, And rayn's it with her temperance. Liberty Makes delight full and swelling: it must feed On severall objects, else 'twill glut it selfe Into a loathing. I applaude thy counsaile, And am prepar'd to act it. Ha! Physander. So suddenly forgetfull of thy vowes Before full consummation of those rites Crowne Bridegroomes happy?