Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 487 words
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Mews for hawks, thou wouldst make me a Buzzard. Dost think we shall dwell hereabouts? I hope so: we shall then be near the Cock-pit, and see a Play now and then. But tell me Ralph, are those Players the ragged fellows that were at our house last Christmas, that borrowed the red blanket off my bed to make their Major a gown; and had the great Potlid for Guy of Warwick's Buckler? No, Dobson; they are men of credit, whose actions are beheld by every one, and allowed for the most part with commendations. They make no yearly Progress with the Anatomy of a Sumpter-horse, laden with the sweepings of Long-lane in a dead Vacation, and purchased at the exchange of their own whole Wardrobes. They buy not their Ordinary for the Copy of a Prologue; nor insinuate themselves into the acquaintance of an admiring Ningle, who for his free coming in, is at the expense of a Tavern Supper, and rinses their bawling throats with Canary. But I would I had stayed still in the Country, now Sports are tolerated, in despite of Justice, Troublesome's malicious Authority. I had rather see a Morris-dance and a Maypole, than ten Plays: what care I for wit which I understand not? The duller Ass thou. How, Ass to my face! provoke me no more with such foul language, lest I enter and act thy Tragedy. Nay, prithee fellow Dobson; if we abuse ourselves sometimes, 'twill be the better taken when we abuse others. Tomorrow I'll have you accoutred in liveries, and put myself into a gentile garb. I am resolved to forsake the Country profession of mine Ancestors; and mean to turn Gallant. I'll sell some few dirty Acres, and buy a Knighthood: I'll translate my Farm of Dirtall into the Manor of No-place. Would I were acquainted with an honest Scrivener. You wish an impossibility, unless the Pillory were more terrible. But do you mean to sell your Land? Yes indeed; I shall be the likelier to go to heaven when I forsake earth. But 'tis a dangerous way through a scrivener's conscience. What dost tell me of danger! 'Tis the coward's bugbear; a scarecrow to City gulls, that dare not wear swords for fear of being challenged. Nay, my Master is as tall a man of his inches. Yes, Dobson; thou hast seen me do something. But sirrah, let it be your charge to find out a good Inn; see Crop eat his meat. I'll warrant Sir, he'll cat his meat, and 'twere Good-friday. Had he but cares then, he might make a very good Puritan horse. Indeed, their best virtue is to hear well. But their doing sometimes, begets a hotter zeal in the Sisterhood. I'll have a lodging here. Prithee ask that Gentlewoman; she seems an inhabitant. Pray Master, know you hereabouts any convenient Lodgings? Many Sir, for convenient persons. Of credit, and unsuspicious.
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Mewes for hawkes, thou wouldst make mee a Buzzard. Dost thinke we shall dwell hereabouts? I hope so: we shall then be nere the Cock-pt, and see a Play now and then. But tell me Ralph, are those Players the ragged fellowes that were at our house last Christmas, that borrowed the red blanket off my bed to make their Major a gowne; and had the great Pot-lid for Guy of Warwicks Buckler? No, Dobson; they are men of credit, whose actions are beheld by every one, and allow'd for the most part with commendations. They make no yearely Progresse with the Anatomy of a Smpter-horse, laden with the sweepings of Long-lane in a dead Vacation, and purchas'd at the exchange of their owne whole Wardrobes. They buy not their Ordinary for the Copie of a Prologue; nor insinuate themselves into the acquaintance of an admiring Ningle, who for his free comming in, is at the expence of a Taverne Supper, and rinses their bawling throats with Canarye. But I would I had stay'd still in the Countrey, now Sports are tollerated, in despite of Justice, Troublesome's malicious Authoritie. I had rather see a Morrisdance and a May-pole, then ten Playes: what care I for wit which I understand not? The duller Asse tho. How, Asse to my face! provoke me no more with such foule language, lest I enter and act thy Tragedy. Nay, prethee fellow Dobson; if we abuse our selves sometimes, 'twill be the better taken when wee abse others. To morrow Ile have you accotred in liveries, and put my selfe into a gentile garbe. I am resolv'd to forsake the Countrey profession of mine Auncestors; and meane to turne Gallant. Ile sell some few dirty Acres, and buy a Knighthood: Ile translate my Farme of Dirt-all into the Mannor of No-place. Would I were acquainted with an honest Scrivener. You wish an impossibility, unlesse the Pillory were more terrible. But doe you meane to sell your Land? Yes indeed; I shall be the likelier to goe to heaven when I forsake earth. But 'tis a dangerous way through a Scriveners conscience. What dost tell me of danger! 'Tis the Cowards bug-beare; a scar-crow to City gulls, that dare not weare swords for feare of being challeng'd. Nay, my Master is as tall a man of his inches. Yes, Dobson; thou hast seene me doe something. But sirrah, let it be your charge to finde out a good Inne; see Crop eat his meat. Ile warrant Sir, hee'l cat his meate, and 'twere Good-friday. Had he but cares then, hee might make a very good Puritan horse. Indeed, their best vertue is to heare well. But their doing sometimes, begets a hotter zeale in the Sister-hood. I'le have a lodging heere. Prethee aske that Gentlewoman; shee seems an inhabitant. Pray Master, know you hereabouts any convenient Lodgings? Many Sir, for convenient persons. Of credit, and unsuspicious.