Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 (Annals) masque · King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.80 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
The air me thinks begins upon a sudden To be perfumed, as if Arabian winds Scattered their spices loosely on the face Of some rich earth, fruitful with aromates. Music breathes forth the soul of harmony. How eagerly my senses catch these objects! But what are these? Servants to Sensuality That wait her will, and with a diligence Becoming duty do prepare her pleasures. they're sent to entertain you. What their names, And offices? Seeing mine sir. I am my Lady's Chambermaid, and the daughter of a Glasse-maker. A piece of brittle ware, and apt to be cracked. I have been often cemented together, but could never hold above a month. Through me sir you may see my Lady's secrets, and mine own are at your service when you shall command their revelation. My name's Hearing. I am usher of the Hall, and the trumpet that proclaims dinner ready with, Gentlemen, and Yeomen. When my Lady removes to her City privacy (for she keeps open house in the Country) I am the foreman at her Gate, with an instrument of correction for the offensive beggars. If you love noise sir, my wife and myself are at your service. Pray sir your name? Mine is Smelling. I am my Lady's Huntsman, and keep some lesser beagles for her chamber-use to excuse the freeness of her necessities eruptions. I play the Gardener likewise, and attend her always when she goes to pluck a Rose. My Mistress Cloaca had a very stinking breath, before Misackmos perfumed her, and she is now grown less common, then when her imperfections lay open. When you will use me sir, you shall always have me under your nose. And what's yours? Tasting mine sir. I am my Lady's Cook, and King of the Kitchen: where I rule the roast; command imperiously, and am a very tyrant in my office. My Subjects being all Soldiers are daily encountered by most fierce stomachs, and never returned but maimed and dismembered. Brawn, Beef, and Pork are always mustered in the van, and bring up Veal, Mutton, Minc'tpye, Goose, Turkey, Duck, and so forth. I have a sort of cowardly Custards, borne in the City, but bred up at Court, that quake for fear: yet are as valiant in suffering as the rest, and are all overcome even by the women with much noise. I then send forth a fresh supply of Rabits, Pheasant, Kid, Partridge, Quail, Lark, Plover, Tele, Tarts, &c. With a French troop of Pulpatoones, Mackaroones, Kickshaws, grand and excellent. The battle ended, I survey the field; and those whom I find untouched, I place in garrison in my larder: the rest endure a new and fierce assault by the valiant Serving-men. I than repairs my broken army; see their overthrow at supper; drink myself drunk; go to bed, and my that day's fury's over. I'll be your servant sir in spite of your teeth.
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The ayre me thinkes begins upon a sudden To be perfum'd, as if Arabian windes Scatter'd their spices loosely on the ace Of some rich eath, fruitfull with aromates. Musick breathes forth the soule of harmony. How egerly my senses catch these objects! But what are these? Servants to Sensuality That waite her will, and with a diligence Becomming duty doe prepare her pleasures. The'r sent to entertaine you. What their names, And offices? Seeing mine sir. I am my Ladies Chambermaide, and the daughter of a Glasse-maker. A piece of brittle ware, and apt to be crack't. I have beene often cemented together, but could never hold above a moneth. Through me sir you may see my Ladies secrets, and mine owne are at your service when you shall command their revelation. My name's Hearing. I am usher of the Hall, and the trumpet that proclaimes dinner ready with, Gentlemen, and Yeomen. When my Lady removes to her City privacy (for shee keepes open house in the Country) I am the foreman at her Gate, with an instrument of correction for the offensive beggers. If you love noyse sir, my wife and my selfe are at your service. Pray sir your name? Mine is Smelling. I am my Ladies Huntsman, and keepe some lesser beagles for her chamber-use to excuse the freenesse of her necessities eruptions. I play the Gardner likewise, and attend her alwaies when shee goes to pluck a Rose. My Mistresse Cloaca had a very stinking breath, before Misackmos perfum'd her, and she is now growne lesse common, then when her imperfections lay open. When you will use me sir, you shall alwaies have me under your nose. And what's yours? Tasting mine sir. I am my Ladies Cooke, and King of the Kitchin: where I rule the roast; command imperiously, and am a very tyrant in my office. My Subjects being all Souldiers are dily encounter'd by most fierce stomacks, and never return'd but maym'd and dismember'd. Brawne, Beefe, and Porke are alwaies muster'd in the van, and bring up Veale, Mutton, Minc'tpye, Goose, Turkie, Duck, and so forth. I have a sort of cowardly Custards, borne in the City, but bred up at Court, that quake for feare: yet are as valiant in suffering as the rest, and are all overcome even by the women with much noise. I then send forth a fresh supply of Rabits, Pheasant, Kid, Partridge, Quaile, Larke, Plover, Tele, Tarts, &c. With a French troope of Pulpatoones, Mackaroones, Kickshawes, grand and excellent. The battaile ended, I survey the field; and those whom I find untoucht, I place in garrison in my larder: the rest endure a new and fierce assault by the valiant Servingmen. I then repairs my broken army; see their overthrow at supper; drinke my selfe drunke; goe to bed, and my that dayes fury's over. Ile bee your servant sir in spight of your teeth.