Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
A handsome convenience. When he's gone, release me. Fear it not sir, but be sure you lie still. Open the door maid; and do you hear? get the key of the trunk. What may this come to? Pardon me fair one. My intrusion tends To beg a happiness; please you to crown it With your consent and welcome? What's in me To grant, you shall command. I take your word. The pleasure of your bed. I will reward it With a new gown and angels; dally not In any coy denial. Not in this place. But if you please— New jealousy instructs. My fear this woman's nought, and such a one As sells herself to sin. What fates conspire To make me miserable? 'Tis a motion Suits with my liking. The pains will make the pleasure More sweet in the enjoying. Courting her! George, 'tis not friendly. Mischief on suspicion. I've given you all the flattering commendations That might confirm her love. No more; I thank thee. I leave ye. Now to my practice of revenge, And the delight it comprehends within it Above Elysium. dear, when shall my love Be happy in enjoying what it makes The object of desire? Shall this fair morning Be consecrate to Hymen? Worthy Sir, Such is the difference twixt your birth and fortune, And my condition (whose inferior aim Dare not be leveled higher than its equality) Makes (coward's policy,) fear, to be th'excuse Of my delay. For were you satisfied With that which you call pleasure; and satiety Had ta'en the edge off, what's in me can whet New appetite, and revive a dying love? Your estimation branded with the infamy Of a base choice: taunts from the mouth of envy: Aspersions to beget a killing jealousy. And when you shall reflect— Prithee no more These needless doubts. I'm armed with preparations For my resolves, that no assault can bitter. Pardon me sir; there's ground of circumstance To build a faith on, that your desires end Is my enjoying for your senses pleasure. Not the converse which love instructs the soul in. Why should false fears make such a bad construction? Prithee no more. But I must search you throughly. Y'are noble sir; and now I will unmask This false complexion of an hypocrite, Which hitherto deluded your opinion But with a show of virtue. The truth is My inclination's wanton; and this day I meant to make a sale of that, for which You have so fairly bid: my Maidenhead. You see I'm fitted for it. What do I hear? The gentleman that left me, is the Merchant. A price is likewise set upon the ware. The time and place of interchange appointed. The means: a porter in that trunk must carry me Unto his chamber: You seem troubled Sir At the relation. 'Tis to try me sure: She cannot mean it. How my thoughts rebel Against their guide?
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A handsome convenience. When hee's gone, release me. Feare it not sir, but be sure you lie still. Open the dore maid; and doe you heare? get the key of the truncke. What may this come to? Pardon me faire one. My intrusion tends To begg a happinesse; please you to crowne it With your consent and welcome? What's in me To grant, you shall command. I take your word. The pleasure of your bed. I will reward it With a new gowne and angels; dally not In any coy deniall. Not in this place. But if you please— New jealousie instructs. My feare this woman's naught, and such a one As sels her selfe to sinne. What fates conspire To make me miserable? 'Tis a motion Sutes with my liking. The paines will make the pleasure More sweet in the enjoying. Courting her! George, 'tis not friendly. Mischiefe on suspition. I've given you all the flattering commendations That might confirme her love. No more; I thanke thee. I leave yee. Now to my practice of revenge, And the delight it comprehends within it Above Elizium. Deare, when shall my love Be happy in enjoying what it makes The object of desire? Shall this faire morning Be consecrate to Hymen? Worthy Sir, Such is the difference 'twixt your birth and fortune, And my condition (whose ineriour ayme Dae not be level'd higher then it's equalitie) Makes (cowards pollicie,) feare, to be th'excuse Of my delaye. For were you satisfide With that which you call pleasure; and satietie Had ta'ne the edge off, what's in me can whe New appeite, and revive a dying love? Your estimaion branded with the infamy Of a base choyce: taunts from the mouth of envy: Aspersions to beget a killing jealousi. And when you shall relct— Prethee no more These needlesse doubts. Im arm'd with preparations For my resolves, that no assault can bitter. Pardon me sir; thre's ground of circumstance To build a faith on, that your desires end Is my enjoying for your sense pleasure. Nt the convrse which love instructs the soule in. Why should false feares make such a bad construction? Prethee no more. But I must search you throughly. Y'are noble sir; and now I will unmaske This false complexion of an hypocrite, Which hitherto deluded your opinion But with a shew of vertue. The truth is My inclination's wanton; and thi day I meant to make a sale of that, for which You have so fairely bid: my Maiden-head. You see I'm fitted or it. What doe I heare? The gentleman that left me, is the Merchant. A price is likewise set upon the ware. The time and place of enterchange appointed. The meanes: a porter in that trunke must carry me Vnto his chamber: You seeme troubled Sir At the relation. 'Tis to trye me sure: She cannot meane it. How my thoughts rebell Against their guide?