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 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
'Tis a good wench. I'll give thee a new gown for it. I thank you sir. When you are weary of my mistress, and cast her off (as I know you must have change) you shall have my maidenhead at the same rate if you please: I'll keep it for you. 'Tis a bargain. But two words to it. Pray sir use her ne'er the worse for my promise. The better. I'll turn her off within this fortnight, and send for thee. Oh sir, 'tis not fit a servant should shift her Mistress trencher before the bones are clean picked. You have flesh enough to hold out a month. It shall be a month then? Be careful Porter of your carriage. Married? that I am to a freeman's widow, and I wear the city-arms by her first husband's copy. The Porter is deaf sure. Pray sir let me ask you one question. Quickly then. How many maidenheads have you bought thus? Some nineteen with thy mistresses. Pray sir, let mine make up the score: an even reckoning. It shall, it shall: here's for thee Robin. The trunk is worth more sir, besides the feathers that are in it. But to do you a pleasure. Help him down stairs with it. here's a Tottenham-court project translated over the water from Holland. Farewell wench. adieu good sir, with your fair bedfellow that must be. Had I my Worthgood here, this accident Would strain my heart strings to a pitch of laughter, And make my spleen dance. But his loss hath killed All sense of joy. Now Mistress, what think you of it? Have I not ta'en a course to punish lust? At least wise with disgrace. Though custom calls Those actions only honest, that are glorious In public same; yet sometimes to dissemble An ill that's not intended, when the end Hath cleared it to opinion, it attains The greater praise. Indeed, I must confess My fears possessed me strongly you were 'nough: Nor is suspicion grounded on due circumstance To be accounted ill. But now my knowledge Instructs me better to commend your virtue; And steer mine own course by the fair example Of your discretion, were the like attempted Upon my chastity. Alas, my Brother. Now must I practise unaccustomed impudence. By your leave gentle creatures: may I have my turn now for a little sport! Nay, nay, sweetheart, thou shalt serve: thy Mistress is too dear; and I am loath to pay overmuch for repentance. 'Tis but changing offices: let her hold the door for thee. Pray sir, speak and mean civilly; you'll not be welcome else. Good Lady Light-heel; give your servant leave to practise the trade you have taught her. That such perfections as appear in this woman should be sold to every base desire. Come wench, thy brown complexion pleaseth me better than thy mistresses: thou dost not paint, and art the likelier to be wholesome.
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'Tis a good wench. I'le give thee a new gowne for it. I thanke you sir. When you are weary of my mistris, and cast her of (as I know you must have change) you shall have my maiden-head at the same rate if you please: I'le keepe it for you. 'Tis a bargaine. But two words to it. Pray sir use her nere the wrse for my promise. The better. I'le turne her off within this fortnight, and send for thee. Oh sir, 'tis not fit a servant should shift her Mistris trencher before the bones are cleane pick't. You have flesh enough to hold out a moneth. It shall be a moneth then? Be carefull Porter of your carriage. Married? that I am to a freemans widdow, and I weare the Citie-Armes by her first husbands copie. The Porter is deafe sure. Pray sir let me aske you one quesion. Quickly then. How many maiden-heads have you bought thus? Some nineteene with thy mistrisses. Pray sir, let mine make up the score: an even reckoning. It shall, it shall: heere's for thee Robin. The trunck is worth more sir, besides the feathers that are in it. But to doe you a pleasure. Helpe him downe stayres with it. Heer's a Totenham-Court project translated over the water from Holland. Farewell wench. Adue good sir, with your faire bed-fellow that must bee. Had I y Worthgood heere, this accident Would straine my heart strings to a pitch of laughter, And make my spleen dance. But his losse hath kill'd All sense of joy. Now Mistris, what thinke you of it? Have I not tane a course to punish lust? At least wise with disgrace. Though custome calls Those actions onely honest, that are glorious In publiqu same; yet sometimes to dissemble An ill that's not intended, when the end Hath cle'd it to opinion, it attaines The greater praise. Indeed, I must confesse My feares possest me strongly you were noughe: Nor is suspition grounded on due circumstance To be accounted ill. But now my knowledge Instructs me better to commend your vertue; And steere mine owne course by the faire example Of your discretion, were the like attempted Vpon my chastity. Alas, my Brother. Now must I practise unaccustom'd impudence. By your leave gentle creatures: may I have my turne now for a little sport! Nay, nay, sweetheart, thou shalt serve: thy Mistris is too deare; and I am loth to pay over-much for repentance. 'Tis but changing offices: let her hold the dore for thee. Pray sir, speake and meane civilly; you'l not be welcome else. Good Lady light-heele; give your servant leave to practise the trade you have taught her. That such perfections as appeare in this woman should be sold to every base desire. Come wench, thy browne complexion pleaseth mee better then thy Mistrisses: thou dost not paint, and art the likelier to be wholsome.