Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Now out upon't. Had I no better an opinion of your honesty, then of your wit (both which smell all together of the country) I would again leave you to seek out your own danger. You have gentle-fied me with your clothes; and you are handsome enough in mine: for though I am but a milk-wench, I ever loved neatness. Now you shall personate my maid, and wait upon me to London; I'll personate you, and if any thing rise from the mistake, we'll turn it to the best use. If I find not out your sweetheart, let me never be counted a Prophetess: and I am sure I have foretold weather from the turning up of my cow's tail. Dispose me as you please, I dare the worst Of my malicious. Now love hath armed me With better resolution. In this disguise I'll meet the Gallant courts me every morning at Tottenham-Court, and sound the depth of his pretended honest meaning. My condition is too low to win upon his desires to marry me: and the other thing without it, he shall never have. Why Ciceley, Cicely, I say my breakfast A quick supply of meat, drink and sleep, or I rage presently. Bless me, who's that? My father's man. he'll spoil all. Be you confident. Where's this maggoty-pie of Marrowbone? Come you clean washed chitterling, and give me my breakfast. How now Cicely, where hath your face been? at the painters? Hay-day; Ciceley's own face, and this Mistress die for love Ciceley-side. Now I swear by hunger (and that's a strong oath) I think women have more fegaries than the Devil would have Clients, if he were a Lawyer and pleaded without fees. Keep counsel sirrah you had best; and if my father ask for me, tell him I will not be lost long. So fare you well. You will not be lost long: he is likely to have a sweet match of it that finds you. Yet I could be content my seven years' service might be so rewarded. But the baggage is as coy as an Alderman's eldest daughter: she hath beaten me a hundred times (coward as I was for suffering it) for attempting to kiss her. But now I will revenge it upon her Cream-bowls; over whose sweets I will triumph. New mischief; I am again delayed. If I forbear my breakfast but two minutes longer, my guts will shrink into minikins: which I bequeath the poor Fiddlers at Tottenham-court, for a May-day's Legacy. Y'are welcome to this roof; too mean a covering For such a guest. Your first sir hath enriched it. And hallowed it into a Temple. Pray sir. Conduct me to the Altar, where I may Pay the due sacrifice of my desires To her; and thanks to you. Slip, call my daughter. Which daughter sir? your daughter gentlewoman, or your gentlewoman daughter? Your trifle's unseasonable sirrah. Why sir, Ciceley's no more plain Cicely, but Cicely in laced satin. The gentlewoman and she are run out of themselves one into another.
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Now out upon't. Had I no better an opinion of your honestie, then of your wit (both which smell all together of the countrey) I would againe-leave you to seeke out your owne dangr. You have gentle-side mee with your clothe; and you are handsome enough in mine: for though I am but a milke-wench, I ever lov'd neatnesse. Now you shall personate my maid, and wait upon me to London; I'le personate you, and if any thing ise from the mistake, wee'l turne it to the best use. If I finde not out your sweet-heart, let me never be counted a Prophetesse: and I am sure I have foretold weather from the turning up of my Cowes tayle. Dispoe me as you please, I dare the worst Of my malicious. Now love hath arm'd me With better resolution. In this disguise Ile meet the Gallant courts me every morning at Tottenham-Court, and sound the depth of his pretended honest meaning. My condition is to low to win upon his desires to marry me: and the other thing without it, he shall never have. Why Ciceley, Ciceley, I say my breakfast A quick supply of meat, drinke and sleepe, or I rage presently. Blesse me, who's that? My fathers man. Hee'l spoyle all. Be you confident. Where's this Maggoti-pie of Marrowbone? Come you cleane wash't chitterling, and give mee my breakfast. How now Ciceley, where hath your face beene? at the painters? Hay-day; Ciceley's owne face, and this Mistris dye for love Ciceley-ide. Now I sweare by hunger (and that's a strong oath) I thinke women have more fegaries then the Divel would hav Clients, if he were a Lawyer and pleaded without fees. Keepe counsell sirrah you had best; and if my father aske for mee, tell him I will not bee lost long. So fare you well. You will not bee lost long: hee is likely to have a sweet match of it that finds you. Yet I could be content my seaven yeres service might bee so rewarded. But the baggage is as coy as an Aldemans eldest daughter: shee hath beaten me a hundred times (coward as I was for suffering it) for attempting to kisse her. But now I will revenge it upon her Creame-bowles; over whose sweets I will triumph. New mischiefe; I am againe delayd. If I forbeare my breakfast but two minutes longer, my guts will shrinke into minikins: which I bequeath the poore Fidlers at Totenham-Court, for a May-dayes Legacie. Y'are welcome to this roofe; too meane a covering For such a guest. Your first sir hath intitch't it. And hallowed it into a Temple. Pray sir. Conduct me to the Altar, where I may Pay the due sacrifice of my desires To her; and thanks to you. Slip, call my daughter. Which daughter sir? your daughter gentlewoman, or your gentlewoman daughter? Your trifling's unseasonable sirrah. Why sir, Ciceley's no more plaine Ciceley, but Ciceley in lac't sattin. The gentlewoman and she are run out of themselves one into another.