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 · 492 words
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Secrecy, Mr. Changelove? I would have you know I will be open to all the world. I'll do no more in the dark, then in this very place, were my husband's eyes open. Here then. He sleeps securely, never dreaming Of any foreheads arming. Fie Mr. Changelove, you are such a tempter. Pray set hear many a woman would not hold out so long. Consent then sweet; we'll to it. Ware horns there. Mischief, what noise hath waked him? An infirmity he hath to talk in's sleep. Nay I assure you he will rise sometimes and do the office of a waking man in his dream, and not know of it in the Morning. Rome for one of the headmen in his Parish: a monster of his wife's making. Wicked man; he dreams now that I would make him a Cuckold. Send it be no counterfeit. And have I ta'en you sir Lancelot? would you be billing with my Guinever? Help me Mistress Stitchwell. Take it patiently Sir: his fit will be over presently. For this attempt King Arthur doth here degrade thee from a Knight of his round Table, to be a Squire of his wife's body. So conduct me to her bed; where I will beget a race of warriors shall cage thy great Turkship again, and restore Constantinople to the Emperor. You mistake: oh. My Periwig is not a turban. Peace follows victory, let us now to rest. Pray sir, forgive him: I dare undertake he'll be sorry for it when he wakes. If any thing I can may make amends. Prove his dream true. When the smart's over I shall forget it. A quest of inquiry is sent all the house over to look you Mistress. The gentlewoman's maid was in a swoon: they wanted your assistance. Who wants assistance? who breaks the king's peace? fetch me my Constable's staff. he'll dream again: had I best stay? Now drunkard, are you recovered yet? Wife and Mr. Changelove, where's the company? Gone, being weary of such a sot as you make yourself. Pretend a walk for health and recreation, to be drunk so early? I had done well to have served you in your kind: here were gentlemen enough that would have brought me home; and some not far off that used me kindly, whilst you snorted to fright fleas, and dreamt perhaps some wickedness of me. Prithee peace sweet wife: I'll mend all. I promise you, you shall never mend me, till you do better yourself. I'll buy my pardon for it with a new gown, and a journey into the Country next vacation. You know Iohn I am easy to be wrought upon. Will you discharge the reckoning Mr. Changelove? Not willingly: I do not love it. No revenge upon this dreaming tyrant over unpaid for gallantry? A protection to defraud him is long since provided. What is your reckoning, Robin? Nine and threepence sir. The particulars.
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Scresie, Mr. Changelove? I would have you know I will be open to all the world. I'le doe no more in the darke, then in this very place, were my husbands eyes open. Here then. He sleeps scurely, never dreaming Of any foreheads arming. Fie Mr. Changelove, you are such a tempter. Pray many a woman would not hold out so long. Consent then sweet; wee' to it. Ware hornes there. Mischiefe, what noise hath wak't him? An infirmitie hee hath to talke in's sleepe. Nay I assure you hee will rise sometimes and doe the office of a waking man in his dreame, and not know of it in the Morning. Rome for one of the headmen in his Parish: a monster of his wifes making. Wicked man; hee dreames now that I would make him a Cuckold. Send it be no counterfeit. And have I tane you sir Lancelot? would you be billing with my Gumiver? Helpe me Mistris Stitchwell. Take it patiently Sir: his sit will bee over presently. For this attempt King Arthur doth here degrade thee from a Knight of his round Table, to bee a Squire of his Wifes body. So conduct me to her bed; where I will beget a race of warriours shall cage thy great Turkship againe, and restore Constantinople to the Emperour. You mistake: oh. My Perriwig is not a Turbant. Peace follows victory, let us now to rest. Pray sir, forgive him: I dare undertake hee'l be sorry for it when he wakes. If any thing I can may make amends. Prove his dreame true. When the smart's over I shall forget it. A quest of inquiry is sent all the house over to looke you Mistris. The gentlewomans maid was in a swound: they wanted your assistance. Who wants assistance? who breaks the Kings peace? fetch me my Constables staffe. Hee'l dreame againe: had I best stay? Now drunkard, are you recoverd yet? Wife and Mr. Changelove, wheres the company? Gone, being weary of such a sot as you make your selfe. Pretend a walke for health and recreation, to bee drunke so early? I had done well to have served you in your kinde: here were gentlemen enough that would have brought me home; and some not farre off that used me kindly, whilst you snorted to fright slas, and dream't perhaps some wickednesse of me. Prethee peace sweet wife: Ile mend all. I promise you, you shall never mend me, till you doe better your selfe. I'le buy my pardon for it with a new gowne, and a journey into the Countrey next vacation. You know Iohn I am easie to be wrought upon. Will you discharge the reckoning Mr. Changelove? Not willingly: I doe not love it. No revenge upon this dreaming tyrant over unpaid for gallantry? A protection to defraud him is long since provided. What is your reckoning, Robin? Nine and three-pence sir. The particulars.