Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 (Annals) masque · King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 484 words
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'tis but her envy to me. Let not her Siren charms bewitch thee thus Unto a shipwreck. Every smile of hers Shadow's a rock to split thee: in my arms Shalt sleep as safe as if the clouds did guard thee. Am I not fair? Shoot not mine eyes a fire As lively? grow not colours on my cheeks, Brighter than those that paint her rottenness; And will Physander leave me? Did I not Forsake th'aethereal Palace of my father, To be thine only? and a whore to rival me! Oh misery! Th' art barren of those pleasures I here enjoy. What pleasures? guilded ones, To mock thy sense; their inside's bitterness. Return, with me shalt find delights, As far exceeding these as the great day Starr His pale cheeked sister, or nights lesser beauties. A thousand winged intelligences daily Shall be thy ministers, and from all parts Inform thee of the World's new accidents. Shalt from their scanning frame by my advice, Rules of prevention; shalt command all arts; As handmaids; Shalt converse with Heaven and Angels; And after all I'll bring thee to Elysium. Cold there compels no use of rugged furs, Nor makes the mountains barren. there's no dog To rage and scorch the harvest labourer: Whilst the lascivious Landlord wastes th'increase In prodigal contrivements, how t' allay The furious heat with artificial snows, And drinks his wine in ice. Spring's always there, And paints the valleys: whilst a temperate air Sweeps their embroidered face with his cursed gales, And breaths perfumes, no Persian aromates: Pontic Amomus, or Indian balsam Can imitate. There night doth never spread Her ebon wings; but daylight's always there, And one blessed season crowns th' eternal year. He hear no more: nor can I be so credulous Having possession, to expect such fables. Here I am fixed. And I made miserable. Let's in to feast, and revel; and at night Shalt be possessed of a more full delight. Thus doth chaste wedlock suffer. Heavenly servant Whisper some powerful counsel in his ear, That may reclaim him. If it works, return, And bring me comfort, who till then must mourn. The other health my boys. No more health if you love me. Indeed health agrees not with your profession. But we will have more health, and less health; or I will make a close stool pan of your Physician's noddle. Good brother Choler he pacified. I will not be pacified. He that denies health let him think himself dead ere he pronounce it. choler's dry. So is Melancholy. Blood would be heated better. And Phlegm moistened. Blood's a skip-jack, and I will make him caper. Nay brother Choler, thou art so cross. And will she not return? then may the Sun Stable his horses ever, and no day Guild the black air with light. If in mine eye she be not placed, what object can delight it?
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Tis but her envy to me. Let not her Syrene charms bewitch thee thu Vnto a shipwrack. Every smile of hers Shadow's a rock to split thee: in my armes Shalt sleep as safe as if the clowdes did guard thee. Am I not fayre? Shoot not mine eyes a fire As livly? grow not colours on my cheekes, Brighter then those that paynt her rottennesse▪ And will Physander leave me? Did I not Forsake th'etheriall Palace of my father, To be thine onely? and a whore to rivall me! Oh misery! Th' art barren of those pleasures I here enjoy. What pleasures? guilded ones, To mock thy sense▪ their inside's bitternesse. Return, with me shalt find delights, As far exceeding these as the great day Starr His pale cheek't sister, or nightes lesser beautyes. A thousand wing'd intelligences dayly Shall be thy ministers, and from all parts Informe thee of the Worlds new accidents. Shalt from their scanning frame by my advice, Rules of prevention▪ shalt command all arts▪ As hand-mayds; Shalt converse with Heaven and Angels; And after all Ile bring thee to Elysium. Cold there compells no use of rugged furrs, Nor makes the mountaines barren. Ther's no dog To rage and scortch the harvest labourer▪ Whilst the lascivious Landlord wastes th'increase In prodigall contrivements, how t' allay The furious heat with artificiall snowes, And drinks his wine in ice. Spring's alwayes there, And paynts the valleys: whilst a temperate ayre Sweeps their embroydred face with his curs'd gales, And breaths perfumes, no Persian aromates: Pontick Amomus, or Indian balsame Can imitate. There night doth never spread Her bon wings; but daylight's alwayes there, And one blest eason crownes th' eternall yeare. He heare no more: nor can I be so credulous Having possession, to expect such fables. Here I am fixt. And I made miserable. Let's in to feast, and revell; and at night Shalt be possest of a more full delight. Thus doth chast wedlock suffer. Heavenly servant Whisper some powerfull counsaile in his eare, That may reclayme him. If it works, return, And bring me comfort, who 'till then must mourn. The other health my boyes. No more health if you love me. Indeed health agrees not with your profession. But we will have more health, and lesse health; or I will make a close stoole pan of your Physitians noddle. Good brother Choller he pacified. I will not be pacified. He that deny's health let him think himself dead e're he pronounce it. Choller's drye. So is Melancholy. Blood would be heated better. And Phlegme moistned. Blood's a skip-jack, and I will make him caper. Nay brother Choller, thou art so crosse. And will she not return? then may the Sun Stable his horses ever, and no day Guld the black ayre with light. If in mine eye She be not plac't, what object can delght it?