Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 494 words
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Doubt of my loved friends safety (without whom My soul's abilities are dead to use) Hath numbed the sense of action: I'm all passive. Yet I have heard from him relations Of horrid battles, and his person's danger; whenas the murdering Canons choked the air With their curled mists, their loud noise ushering death To his black triumph. A little custom made it To be my pastime. Those were dangers passed; But these to come. You have a soldier sweetheart, And no more courage! what a race of Cowards Would spring from that love's joining? for Physicians Say women have most right in the conception. Were but our causes changed (our cases are) I'd tell this brother all; and if his love From a pretence of care denied me aid, I'd school him soundly. Come, come, you shall, tell Your Brother that I love him. Love my Brother? Your Brother Mistress. If my beauty can (Which has been flattered for a taking one) Win upon his desires, I'll soon work him To what you please. Nay, rather than the project Should fail of a success, he shall enjoy me; But fairly. Aid me now discretion. Would you Make mean agent to undo my Brother; And but for such mean ends? Why gentlewoman, Disparage not my low condition. Perhaps misfortune meant it not my birth; That might be noble as your own, though boasted From th'herald's Catalogue of dead Ancestors. My father oft hath told me when my fingers Pressed the cow's dugs, and from their fullness drew Abundance of white streams, that Nature meant not These limbs for labour. But this may appear The flattery of myself. Into what maze My dangers lead me! i'th' middle there's a Monster, If I go on, will ruin me: if back; I want an Ariadnean Clue of policy To be my guide. If you'll preserve yourself From a discovery, you must counterfeit Some other passions; or clothe these in mirth. How now maid? why left you the door open? 'Tis shut again sweet Mistress. If it offend you, I will buy my pardon at your own rate. What would you have sir? A little pleasure Sweet. Come, come, what's your price? You sure mistake me sir. As if I had not practised wenching sufficiently to understand a dissembled modesty: because I am a stranger, I'll come to your lodging when I know where 'tis. But say your price? half a crown? Have I found you gallant? I am dearer Sir; that's my Maid's rate. The truth is I have my Maidenhead yet, and have bargained with a gentleman below for it. Let me have it; I'll double his reward. I love to be as good as my word. Sure sir he'd kill you if he knew of your attempt. That's he sir. And my young valour dare not encounter him. Your city-born coward never make's fortunate whoremaster. Would I were safe. Best hide yourself in this sir.
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Doubt of my lov'd friends safety (without whom My soules abilities are dead to use) Hath numb'd the sense of action: I'm all passive. Yet I haue heard from him relations Of horrid battaies, and his persons danger; When as the murdering Canons choak't the ayre With their curl'd mists, their lowd noise ushering death To his black triumph. A little custome made it To be my pastime. Those were dangers past; But these to come. You have a soldier sweet-heart, And no more courage! what a race of Cowards Would spring from that loves joyning? for Physitians Say women have most right in the conception. Were but our causes chang'd (our cases are) I'de tell this brother al; and if his love From a pretence of care deny'd me ayde, I'de schoole him soundly. Come, come, you shal, tell Your Brother that I love him. Love my Brother? Your Brother Mistris. If my beauty can (Which ha's beene slatter'd or a taking one) Win upon his desires, I'le soone worke him To what you please. Nay, rather then the project Should faile of a successe, he shall enjoy me; But fairely. Ayde me now discretion. Would you Make mean agent to undoe my Brother; And but for such meane ends? Why gentlewoman, Disparage not my low condition. Perhaps misfortune meant it not my birth; That might be noble as your owne, though boasted From th'heraulds Catalogue of dead Ancestors. My father oft hath told me when my fingers Prest the Cowes dugges, and from their fulnesse drew Aboundance of white streames, that Nature meant not These limbs for labour. But this may appeare The flattery of my selfe. Into what maze My dangers lead me! 'th middle ther's a Monster, If I goe on, will ruine me: if back; I want an Ariadnean Clue of policie To be my guide. If you'l preserve your selfe From a discovery, you must counterfeit Some other passions; or clothe these in mirth. How now maide? why left you the doore open? 'Tis shut agen sweet Mistris. If it offend you, I will buy my pardon at your owne rate. What would you have sir? A little pleasure Sweete. Come, come, what's your price? You sure mistake me sir. As if I had not practis'd wenching suiciently to understand a dissembled modesty: because I am a stranger, I'le come to your lodging when I know where 'tis. But say your price? halfe a crowne? Have I found you gallant? I am dearer Sir; that's my maids rate. The truth is I have my Maiden-head yet, and have bargain'd with a gentleman below for it. Let me have it; I'le double his reward. I love to be as good as my word. Sure sir hee'd kill you if he knew of your attempt. That's he sir. And my young valour dare not encounter him. Your Citie-borne coward never make's fortunate whoremaster. Would I were safe. Best hide your selfe in this sir.