Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
do not expect th' abuses of a Place; Nor th'ills sprung from a strumpet's painted face To be expressed. Our Author doth not mean With such vile stuff to clothe his modest scene. Nor doth he brand it with a satyr's mark; But makes a Justice wiser than his Clerk. His Rustics likewise will pretend to Wit: So all the Persons which we counterfeit. He justifies that 'tis no borrowed Strain, From the invention of another's brain. Nor did he steal the Fancy. 'Tis the same He first intended by the proper Name. 'Twas not a toil of years: few weeks brought forth This rugged Issue, might have been more worth If he had licked it more. Nor doth he raise From th' imitation of authentic Plays Matter or words to height: nor bundle up Conceits at Taverns where the Wits do sup. His Muse is solitary, and alone Doth practise her low speculation. He hath no faction in a partial way, Prepared to cry it up, and boast the Play, Swelling your expectations: he relies Merely upon your ingenuities. The Matter's weak: how can the Building stand? Yes; if supported by a gracious Hand. Now we are come to London, fellow Ralph what shall we do? or what course will our Master take with us? Why, Dobson; he may do what he will, and we will do what we list. A little instruction and practice will make us wicked enough, I dare warrant thee. I hope we are not to learn that. But all this while the Plough stands still. sha', Dobson; thy mind's upon nothing but dirt. Indeed here's store of it, ankle deep. What place is this Ralph? thou know'st London. It should be COVENT-GARDEN; but 'tis much altered since I was here last. A Garden call you it! 'Tis a very barren one. I would I were at home again, amongst the Cream-bowls. I could be content to have the other smack at our Gillian the dairmaid's sugar-candy— How, fellow Ralph! you kiss my Sweetheart Gillian! pronounce it again, and by the faith of a new made Servingman, that puts his whole trust in his Livery and the Quarter-days, I will kill thee presently, and challenge thee the next Holiday before the Congregation. Kill me first, and then challenge me! for a kiss or two! nay, good Dobson; she has lips big enough to serve us both. Prithee let's not fall out and beat one another: these people would but laugh at us for't. Indeed 'tis a jolly company. Dwell they all hereabouts? I scarce think they are all of one Parish, neither do they go to one Church. They come only for an evening recreation to see COVENT-GARDEN. Blessings on their hearts for it. 'Tis a goodly place. And a godly one too if rumour lie not. What are all these things with rails? I think mews for hawks, or airings for gentles. Other hawks are not here in any request.
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DOe not expect th' abuses of a Place; Nor th'ills sprung from a Strumpets painted face To be exprest. Our Author doth not meane With such vile stuffe to clothe his modest Scoene. Nor doth he brand it with a Satyres marke; But makes a Justice wiser then his Clerke. His Rusticks likewise will pretend to Wit: So all the Persons which wee counterfeit. He justifies that 'tis no borrow'd Straine, From the invention of anothers braine. Nor did he steale the Fancie. 'Tis the same Hee first intended by the proper Name. 'Twas not a toyle of yeares: few weekes brought forth This rugged Issue, might have beene more worth If he had lick'd it more. Nor doth he raise From th' imitation of authenticke Playes Matter or words to height: nor bundle up Conceits at Tavernes where the Wits doe sup. His Muse issolitary, and alone Doth practise her low speculation. He hath no faction in a partiall way, Prepar'd to cry it up, and boast the Play, Swelling your expectations: hee relies Meerely upon your ingenuities. The Matter's weake: how can the Building stand? Yes; if supported by a gratious Hand. _ we are come to London, fellow Ralph what shall we doe? or what course will our Master take with us? Why, Dobson; he may doe what he will, and wee will doe what we list. A little instruction and practice will make us wicked enough, I dare warrant thee. I hope we are not to learne that. But all this while the Plough stands still. Sha, Dobson; thy mind's upon nothing but dirt. Indeed heer's store of it, ankcle deepe. What place is this Ralph? thou knowst London. It should be COVENT-GARDEN; but 'tis much alter'd since I was here last. A Garden call you it! 'Tis a very barren one. I would I were at home againe, amongst the Creame-bowles. I cou'd be content to have the tother smcke at or Gillian the Dayry-Maids sugar-candy— How, fellow Ralph! you kisse my Sweet-heart Gillian! pronounce it againe, and by the faith of a new made Serving-man, that puts his whole trust in his Livey and the Quarter-dayes, I will kill thee presently, and challenge thee the next Holi-day before the Congregation. Kill me fist, and then challenge me! for a kisse or two! nay, good Dobsox; she has lips big enough to serve us both. Prethee lets not fall ot and beat one another: these people would but laugh at us for't. Indeed 'tis a jolly company. Dwell they all here abouts? I scarce thinke they are all of one Parish, neither doe they goe to one Church. They come onely for an evening recreation o se COVENT-GARDEN. Blessings on their hearts for it. 'Tis a goodly place. And a gody one too if rumour lie not. What are all these things with rayles? I thinke mewes for hawkes, or ayrings for gentles. Other hawkes are not here in any request.