Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.85 · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
That would likewise Have been as useless. I conceive such joy At these events, they almost have confounded My preparations to begin the Story Reserved to crown all. First do you embrace A natural Sister. Mine own Sister, sir, Supposed to have died an infant! I still thought it By an instinct. This is Cicilia Worthgood, Whom my Wife nursed when both your Parents died. I have been careful of her education Well as her person; though my love concealed The knowledge of herself still from herself. lest I should lose her: being th'only comfort I wished from providence: Such was the duty With which I honoured your dead Ancestors That brought me up. Sir, this concerns not me. It doth your Nephew, to whose loves embrace I next commend her, and a portion too. She shall inherit something that hath been Stored from my care; nor hath her industry Wanted a share. Still let me call you Father; Whose love deserves it for my preservation, And after being. What a knot of fortunes Is here untied. Oh let me wear you ever Upon my heart with these. Mine Uncle's servant! What new accident? Oh Sir, never was endeavour so tired. But I am glad I have found you. Your uncle's dead, and hath made you his heir. Ha, ha! is't come about! nay then; are you married niece? if not, about it presently whilst 'tis morning. Thou shalt be mine heir likewise: love him; lie with him; Get boys, and any thing now; you have my consent. And now I owe you duty. With what impudence Shall I apparel my prepared excuse, To make it pass? What mean so many people? I am returned to chide your cruel practice, That mocked my virtue into wicked frailty, And an abused belief. I am your convert; And come with more than sorrow, satisfaction. Let not the memory of my past errors Pervert your thoughts into a worse opinion Of my reclaiming, then if ill intents Had ne'er expressed themselves. What means that Gentleman? he's one of those that— If you'll have my Maidenhead, A husband's leave is light. As your Commodity: How did you like it Sir? They will abuse me Into a madness. Farewell virtuous Maid, And bless his bed deserves thee. Here I banish All after-thoughts of Women; but t'admire The goodness makes them perfect; since such were Added to be man's only comfort here. Most opportunely Widow. I have solicited long; and if you will now consent, let's bear these company. With all my heart. Why then to Pancras: each with his loved consort And make it Holiday at Tottenham-court. Again y'are welcome. There's no more to pay. But your kind liking. Tapster take away If you deny't, as due for such mean Cheer; And say your first paid reckoning was too dear, I beg it as a bounty. If I win Your kind commends, 'twill bring more custom in: When others filled Rooms with neglect disdain ye My little House (with thanks) shall entertain ye. And if such Guests would daily make it shine. Our POET should no more drink Ale but Wine.
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That would likewise Have beene as uselesse. I conceive such joy At these events, they almost have confounded My preparations to begin the Story Reserv'd to crowne all. First doe you imbrace A naturall Sister. Mine owne Sister, sir, Suppos'd to have dy'd an infant! I still thought it By an instinct. This is Cicilia Worthgood, Whom my Wife nurst when both your Parents dy'd. I have beene carefull of her education Well as her person; though my love conceal'd The knowledge of her selfe still from her self. Least I should lose her: being th'onely comfort I wisht from providence: Such was the duy With which I honour'd your dead Auncestors That brought me up. Sir, this concernes not me. It doth your Nephew, to whose loves imbrace I next commend her, and a portion too. She shall inherit somthing that hath beene Stor'd from my care; nor hath her industry Wanted a share. Still let me call you Father; Whose love deserves it for my preservation, And after being. What a knot of fortunes Is here unty'd. Oh let me weare you ever Vpon my heart with these. Mine Vncles servant! What new accident? Oh Sir, never was endeavour so tir'd. But I am glad I have found you. Your Vncle's dead, and hath made you his heyre. Ha, ha! is't come about! nay then; are you married neece? if not, about it presently whilst 'tis morning. Thou shalt be mine heire likewise: love him; lye with him; Getboyes, and any thing now; you have my consent. And now I owe you duty. With what impudence Shall I apparell my prepar'd excuse, To make it passe? What meane so many people? I am return'd to chide your cruell practice, That mock't my vertue into wicked frailty, And an abus'd beliefe. I am your convert; And come with more then sorrow, satisfaction. Let not the memory of my past errors Pervert your thoughts into a worse opinion Of my reclaiming, then if ill intents Had nere exprest themselves. What meanes that Gentleman? Hee's one of those that— If you'l have my Maidenhead, A Husbands leave is light. As your Commodity: How did you like it Sir? They will abuse me Into a madnesse. Farewell vertuous Maid, And blesse his bed deserves thee. Here I banish All after-thoughts of Women; but t'admire The goodnesse makes them perfect; since such were Added to be mans onely comfort here. Most opportunely Widdow. I have sollicited long; and if you will now consent, let's beare these company. With all my heart. Why then to Pancras: each with his lov'd consort And make it Holiday at Totenham-Court. AGaine y'are welcome. There's no more to pay. But your kind liking. Tapster take away If you deny't, as due for such meane Cheere; And say your first paid reckoning was too deare, I begge it as a bounty. If I winne Your kinde commends, 'twill bring more custom in: When others fill'd Roomes with neglect disdain ye My little House (with thanks) shall entertain ye. And if such Guests would dayly make it shine. Our POET should no more drinke Ale but Wine.