Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.83 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
After so many longings to salute The welcome light, it hath betrayed my sense To worse affliction, then if sights privation Had made it useless; since it wants the object Can both delight and feed it, Back blushing morn To thy Mygdonian bed; there shake the dew From thy wet locks; and teach thy guilty shame To die that red in an eternal black, Unless it bring more comfort. Discontent Rides on his forehead; and doth seem to trample Upon his soul's dejection. Would I knew him. Good morrow Sir. Ha! 'tis a fair salute. I do return your wish. Sir, you must pardon me If I seem curious in some few demands. My office and this place are privilege For more than questions. Pray Sir what are you? This sure is Marrowbone-Parke, and he the Keeper. A Gentleman that comes not to offend you. I spoil no game: you see I am unfurnished Of instruments for such a wanton mischief. But Sir, without a better satisfaction I must suspect you still. Mere recreation To walk for health seldom invites young Gallants To leave their beds so early. I must have more. Must saucy groom! can any patience Construe it manners? Your rude compulsion shall not Enforce me to express so weak a spirit, Whilst I have hands, and this. At that guard Sir? Then this must countercheck it. Either tell me Your name, condition, and your business here; By my just anger for this foul provoking I shall not spare you else. How happy now Might this occasion make me, were she lost Beyond that hope which whispers her yet safety! I must preserve myself. Yet if thou triumph'st In my submission, 'cause I had rather lose A little outward credit to prevent Worse mischief, know I can devise revenge, Shall be a fair example for base difference From the pretence of any borrowed power To overdo its duty. My name's Worthgood. Enough; that word hath power to check the force Of any passion, though the hottest rage Enslamed it to be active. here's a change. Why sure my name's a spell. How it hath calmed The tempest of his fury! What black star Was found th'ascendant in my crooked birth: That all my life's sad accidents should be Such pregnant ills begetting one another! One sudden rashness in a moment might Perhaps have mined him my duty honours: Making this hand a mover to his death, Whose life I ought to cherish. What wouldst else? Nothing but pardon Sir; or if you please Th'occasion brought you hither. Lost you no company? It cannot sure be fear that makes me jealous. I dare the worst of fate. Be he an actor In my pursuit, I'll venture all at once. I have lost a Gentlewoman, and doubt her safety: If any chance hath guided you to find her, Do not delay my satisfaction.
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After so many longings to salte The welcome light, it hath betray'd my sense To worse affliction, then if sights privation Had made it uselesse; since it wants the object Can both delight and feed it, Back blushing morne To thy Mygdonian bed; there shake the dew From thy wet locks; and teach thy guilty shame To dye that red in an eternall black, Vnlesse it bring more comfort. Discontent Rides on his forehead; and doth seeme to trample Vpon his soules dejection. Would I knew him. Good morrow Sir. Ha! tis a faire salute. I doe returne your wish. Sir, you must pardon me If I seeme curious in some few demands. My office and this place are priviledge For more then questions. Pray Sir what are you? This sure is Marrowbone-Parke, and he the Keeper. A Gentleman that comes not to offend you. I spoyle no game: you see I am unfurnish'd Of instruments for such a wanton mischiefe. But Sir, without a better satisfaction I must suspect you still. Mere recreation To walke for health seldome invites young Gallants To leave their beds so early. I must have more. Must sawcie groome! can any patience Conster it manners? Your rude compulsion shall not Enforce me to expresse so weake a spirit, Whilst I have hands, and this. At that guard Sir? Then this must countercheck it. Either tell me Your name, condition, and your busines here; By my just anger for this foule provoking I shall not spare you else. How happie now Might this occasion make me, were she lost Beyond that hope which whispers her yet safety! I must preserve my sele. Yo thou tiumph'st In my submission, 'cause I had rather lose A little outward credit to prevent Wose mischiefe, know I can devise revenge, Shall be a faire example for bse difference From the pretence of any borrowed power To overdoe it's duty. My name's Worthgood. Enough; that word hath power to check the force Of any passion, though the hottest rage Enslam'd it to be active. Heer's a change. Why sure my name's a spll. How it hath calm'd The tempest of his fury! What black starre Was found th'ascendant in my crooked birth: That all my lifes sad accidents should be Such pregnant ils begetting one another! One suddaine ranesse in a moment might Perhaps have min'd him my dutie honours: Making this hand a mover to his death, Whose life I ought to cherish. What would'st else? Nothing but pardon Sir; or if you please Th'occasion brought you hither. Lost you no company? It cannot sure be feare that makes me jealous. I dare the worst of fate. Be he an actor In my pursute, I'le venture all at once. I have lost a Gentlewoman, and doubt her safety: If any chance hath guided you to find her, Doe not delay my satisfaction.