Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 491 words
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If you are good, pray stay and comfort me. The sense of my 〈…〉 Why let but an honest 〈…〉 in Middlesex) find you not guilty of any thing that may make compassion deaf— alas, she swoons; poor gentlewoman, be comforted. Should she miscarry, I were in danger, having no witness to purge the suspicion of being her murderess. Worthgood farewell. Ha! what said she? Worthgood! I have heard my Father often speak that name, and sigh after it. Alas, she is dead; her breath scarce moves. Oh Father, you are come in time to see me undone: I met this Gentlewoman as I was going to milking, and she is fallen dead. I shall be questioned. Why what is she? Nay that's as hard to tell, as the success of my danger. She named one Worthgood. That word strikes deep amazement. Is she quite dead! Dead as a herring Sir. And are not you in a pickle Cicely? She is not dead Sir; she breathes. She may be recovered. Pull her by the nose. Pull it off: no matter for spoiling her face if she be dead. Wring her by the little finger. Her little finger is ringed; and I will wring it from her. No robbing the dead Slip. Why should the dead partake of living ceremonies? Cast water on her face. Blow wind in her face. Can water make one alive that's dead? unless it be hot water. Her spirits are returned; give her more air. A woman's spirits? they are devilish sure: I had best conjure them back again. Where am I! what a pleasant vision Pleased my dead slumbers, and presented joys. As I was passing through th'eternal shades Towards Elysium, one of fates Ministers Told me I should return; and this same day Enjoy my Worthgood. What's he should own that name! wonder and doubt Have raised a war within me, Look up mistress: You shall not want what comfort we can give you. Defend me gentle powers: yet ye shall never o'ertake my heart: that's still with Worthgood. For some blessed Oracle to unfold the meaning Of this so oft repeated name. Ere you return me to my angry Uncle. My soul shall fly and meet with his embraces. What mean you gentlewoman? You are murderers O that content in me goodnesse would cherish▪ You serve the purposes of a passionate man For base reward; and that shall render you Base to opinion. Pray sir, let me conjure down this Devil in her tongue; 'twill raise tempests else. Murderers, and base! Pray Gentlewoman, to whom speak you all this? To you, the injurers of my true love And Worthgood's. Mistress, we know you not; and all your words Appear distraction: Nor can they satisfy Our yet amazement. If you are not such As my too fearful apprehension thought you, Pray, what are ye? Such as do compassionate Your feeling sorrows, and would comfort you.
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If you are good, pray stay and comfort me. The sense of my Why let but an honest in Middlesex) finde you not guilty of any thing that may make compassion deafe — las, she sownes; pooe gentlewoman, bee comforted. Should shee miscarry, I were in danger, having no witnesse to purge the suspition of being her murderesse. Worthgood farewell. Ha! what said she? Worthgood! I have heard my Father often speake that name, and sigh after it. Alas, she is dead; her breath scarce moves. Oh Father, you are come in time to see me undone: I met this Gentlewoman as I was going to milking, and shee is fallen dead. I shall be questioned. Why what is she? Nay that's as hard to tell, as the successe of my danger. She nam'd one Worthgood. That word strike's deepe amazement. Is shee quite dead! Dead as a herring Sir. And are not you in a pickle Cicely? She is not dead Sir; she breathes. She may be recover'd. Pull her by the nose. Pull it off: no matter for spoyling her face if shee be dead. Wring her by the little finger. Her little finger is ring'd; and I will wring it rom her. No robbing the dead Slip. Why should the dead partake of living ceremonies? Cast water on her face. Blow winde in her face. Can water make one alive that's dead? unlesse it be hot water. Her spirits are return'd; give her more ayre. A womans spirits? they are divellish sure: I had best conjure them backe againe. Where am I! what a pleasant vision Pleas'd my dead slumbers, and presented joyes. As I was passing through th'eternall shades Towards Elisium, one of fates Ministers Told me I should returne; and this same day Enjoy my Worthgood. What's he should own that name! wonder and doubt Have rais'd a warre within me, Looke up mistris: You shall not want what comfort we can give you. Deend me gentle powers: yet yee shall never O'retake my heart: thats still with Worthgood. For some blest Oracle to unfold the meaning Of this so oft repeated name. Ere you returne me to my angry Vncle. My soule shall lie and meet with his embraces. What meane you gentlewoman? You are murderers O that content in me goodnesse would cherish▪ You serve the purposes of a passionate man For base reward; and that shall render you Base to opinion. Pray sir, let mee conjure downe this Divell in her tongue; 'twill raise tempests else. Murderers, and base! Pray Gentlewoman, to whom speake you all this? To you, the injurers of my true love And Worthgoods. Mistris, we know you not; and all your words Appeare distraction: Nor can they satisfie Our yet amazement. If you are not such As my too fearefull apprehension thought you, Pray, what are ye? Such as doe compassionate Your feeling sorrowes, and would comfort you.