Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 491 words
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You'll then perform an act of piety Worthy record. Since my distress hath made me The object of your pity; pray conduct me To some near house, for I am wondrous faint. Go home with her daughter; use your best care in administering to her: we know not what fate depends upon it. When I have walked the round I'll return. But pray Cicely, withal, neglect not my breakfast. Rising early and walking gets us good stomachs: yet I could be content to fast with such laced mutton and a good cullis more than half a morning. What passions fight within me, that beget Several constructions of this accident? But what my hope interprets cannot be. How apt is misery to dream that blessings Are all immediate, and no underworkings Of means and counsel! I'll not flatter it; ('tis but th'effect of passion) but return To my delight of labour. Saw you the herd Last night sirrah? Yes, sir. And how fed they? With their mouths. You'll not leave your saucy wit, until it be beaten out of you. 'T would be but saucily done of it to leave me so: but if it will not keep me from beating, I'll keep it no longer; but be mannerly. The dear fed well sir, only a mischance. Some Cuckold's cur (for I saw him run towards London) had pulled down two or three young dear. And what did you with them? I sent a Fawn to a wanting poet, a friend of mine; who I presume will make profitable use of it. Dress it in some lamentable epitaph and dedicate to his ningle: whose compassion to bounty must redeem his lavendered plush, and commend him again to converse with sack and good company. You have surely gleaned from that Poet. Something to make people laugh at me. Wht did you with the rest? A longing Lady in the strand had a pricket. Then I sent a sore to barber-surgeons' Hall. A little sore makes them a great feast. Well sirrah, round you the south side o'th' Park; and meet me at the great Oak. I'll this way. Pray stay sir, who comes yonder? He seems a discontented Gentleman. Some dueller perhaps. Some hot spurred Gallant, that got a drunken fever last night, and must bleed this morning. Perhaps to revenge an affront done his Mistress. His common Mistress you mean sir. It needs no adjective the sense is common enough. So is the creature; a Cart take them. They have infected more honest Alehouses with bad names, than Cakes and Cream will ever restore again. A wench is grown a necessary appendix to two pots at Tottenham Court. To your walk sirrah. I'll observe him. And I'll home to observe how I can sleep after early rising. If my master should catch me napping, 'tis but dreaming a lie to excuse it. I'll persuade him 'tis as true Prophecy as Booker's Almanac.
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You'l then performe an act of piety Worthy record. Since my distresse hath made me The object of your pitty; pray conduct me To some neere house, for I am wondrous faint. Goe home with her daughter; use your best care in administring to her: we know not what fate depends upon it. When I have walkt the round I'le returne. But pray Ciceley, withall, neglect not my breakfast. Rising early and walking gets us good stomacks: yet I could be content to fast with such lac'd mutton and a good cullice more then hale a morning. What passions fight within me, that beget Severall constructions of this accident? But what my hope interprets cannot be. How apt is misery to dreame that blessings Are all immediate, and no underworkings Of meanes and counsell! I'le not sltter it; (Tis but th'effct of passion) but returne To my delight of labour. Saw you the heard Last night sirah? Yes, sir. And how fed they? With their mouthes. You'l not leave your sawcie wit, untill it be beaten out of you. 'T would be but sawcily done of it to leave me so: but if it wil not keepe me from beating, I'le keepe it no longer; but be mannerly. The deare fed well sir, onely a mischance. Some Cuckolds curre (for I saw him run towards London) had pull'd downe two or three young deare. And what did you with them? I sent a Fawne to a wanting poet, a friend of mine; who I presume will make profitable use of it. Dresse it in some lamentable pitaph and dedicate to his ningle: whose cmpssion to ounty must redeeme his lavender'd plush, and commend him againe to converse with scke and good company. You have surely glean'd from that Poet. Somthing to make people laugh at me. Wht did you with the rest? A longing Lady in the strand had a pricket. Then I snt a soare to Baber-Surgeons Hall. A little soare makes them a great feast. Well sirrah, round you the suth side oth'Parke; and meet me at the great Oake. I'le this way. Pray stay sir, who comes yonder? Hee seemes a discontented Gentlman. Sme dueller perhaps. Some hot spur'd Gallant, that got a drunken feaver last night, and must bleed this morning. Perhaps to revenge an affront done his Mistris. His common Mistris you mane sir. It needs no adjective the sense is common enough. So is the creature; a Cart take them. They have infected more honest Alehouses with bad names, then Cakes and Creame will ever restore againe. A wench is growne a necessary appendix to two pots at Totenham Court. To your walke sirrah. I'le observe him. And I'le home to observe how I can sleepe after early rising. If my master should catch me napping, 'tis but dreaming a lie to excuse it. I'le perswade him 'tis as true Prophecie as Bookers Almanacke.