Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Tottenham Court · chunk 19 of 33

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 · 487 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

inquire diligently, sirrah. I will sir, and arm myself like a country juror: I cannot hold out too fast till I have given up my verdict. My patience Sir hath hitherto made fair The outside and appearance of that good Your promise seemed to mean me. Circumstance Doth now instruct my fear, that this credulity May be my danger. Treachery oft lurks In compliments. Y'have sent so many posts Of undertakings, they outride performance. And make me think your fair pretences aim At some intended ill; which my prevention Must strive t'avert. Then good sir, leave me. Sir, though my outside's mean; I have a soul Instructed in all dues belong to man. I never yet misused a common action With a prepared dissembling. My intents Are fairer than your jealousy, which lives But in the darkness of your ignorance. 'Tis a blind humour, let discretion guide it: That th'end of your own good be not perverted By ill receiving of the hopeful means My freeness offers. You have heard my story; But why it should so stir compassion In any stranger, counsel cannot well Remove the doubt. Why Sir, I know a gentleman Worthy in all things; but his crosser fortune (On which mine had dependence as a servant) robbed him at once of all those gifts she lent him; Estate, life, wife; his infant-Issue left To her blind pity. Can I think you then, Without some feeling, hear the sad relation Of a misfortune, is so like to that, As if the self same inauspicious stars Were both their means. The news sirrah. Very bad Sir. My incredulous hostess will not trust: therefore pray sir make haste; for without some supply of drink I faint in the half way of my message. Hast found them? there's hopes or so: I heard an inkling. The house swarms with gallants; some of which have surely taken up Cicely, paltry Baggage, she plays the Lady at least, and makes mincing faces like a country Bride at the upper end of the table. Pray Sir let's in: we may perhaps find them here. O fate, unless thy guiding kinder prove, Despair kills all my hope, and ends my love. Oh Cakes and Ale, if you your sweets deny, Let Slip despairing in a halter die. Fear not Mistress any of their attempts in my house: you have your instructions and my aid. Make use of any thing I own for your honest ends, and if you need my person, I am ready in my bar at your call. We thank you Mistress. Why should you fear the execution Of my desires? why are women subject To that disease? or else hath nature chose it To show the difference? I was meant a man sure; For I have Masculine resolutions, Which no deluding spirits can abuse With their misguiding; nor imperfect moonlight Mock with false shadows. Danger frights not me.
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PlayTottenham Court
AuthorNabbes, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1638
First performance / composition (Annals)1638
First performance (BritDrama)1633 [May] [1633-1634]
Company (BritDrama)Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?)
TheaterSalisbury Court;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1077 · TCP A07978 · DEEP 899
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 968–1021 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 33 in this edition
Length487 words · 631 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.861
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Enquire diligently, sirrah. I will sir, and arme my selfe like a country Iuror: I cannot hold out too fast till I have given up my verdict. My patience Sir hath hitherto made faire The outside and appearance of that good Your promise seem'd to meane me. Circumtance Doth now instruct my feare, that this credulity May be my danger. Trechery oft lurkes In complements. Y'have sent so many poasts Of undertakings, they out-ride performance. And make me thinke your faire pretences ayme At some intended ill; which my prevention Must strive t'avert. Then good sir, leave me. Sir, though my outside's meane; I have a soule Instructed in all dues belong to man. I never yet mis-us'd a common action With a prepar'd dissembling. My intents Are fairer then your jealousie, which lives But in the darknesse of your ignorance. 'Tis a blind humour, let discretion guid it: That th'end of your owne good be not perverted By ill receiving of the hopefull meanes My freensse offers. You have heardmy story; But why it should so stirre compassion In any stranger, counsell cannot well Remove the doubt. Why Sir, I know a gentleman Worthy in all things; but his crosser fortune (On which mine had dependance as a servant) Rob'd him at once of all those gifts she lent him; Estate, life, wife; his infant-Issue left To her blind pitty. Can I thinke you then, Without some feeling, heare the sad relation Of a misfortune, is so like to that, As if the selfe same inauspicious starres Were both their meanes. The newes sirrah. Very bad Sir. My incredulous hostesse will not trust: therefore pray sir make hast; for without some supply of drinke I faint in the halfe way of my message. Hast found them? Ther's hopes or so: I herd an inckling. The house swarmes with gallants; some of which have surely taken up Ciceley, paltry Baggage, she payes the Lady at least, and makes mincing faces like a countrey Bride at the upper end of the table. Pray Sir let's in: we may perhaps find them heere. O fate, unlesse thy guiding kinder prove, Despaire kils all my hope, and ends my love. Oh Cakes and Ale, if you your sweets denye, Let Slip despairing in a halter die. FEare not Mistris any of their attempts in my house: you have your instructions and my ayde. Make use of any thing I owne for your honest ends, and if you need my person, I am ready in my barre at your call. We thanke you Mistris. Why should you feare the execution Of my desires? why are women subject To that disease? or else hath nature chose it To shew the difference? I was meant a man sure; For I have Masculine resolutions, Which no deluding spirits can abuse With their mis-guiding; nor imperfect moone-light Mock with false shadowes. Danger frights not me.