Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Indeed Mistress 'tis a cold corner, pray turn it to the South, and let my needle run in your Dial. And since the ardour of my desires have urged my blushes to discover them; let not your appearing worth suffer such a disparagement to contemn a Gentleman's willingness. How's this! why friend, did she not seem to come instructed (by direction) with an embassy As to prepare my love? No, no, she loves thee herself. Take her. methinks she's very beautiful; what pinken-eyes; what a sharp chin! Why her features transcend Mopsa's in the Arcadia. Hath she not studied it Cousin, think you? and is transported to a humour of loving every man she sees. I have known it in the Country in an age-decayed waiting-woman. I cannot answer her; my heart is big With other thoughts; which till I am delivered of, I suffer torments. Unfortunate Gentleman as I am, to be thus rejected. Will you resign your interest? I'll court her folly. Take it, But not t'abuse the other's innocence. Whilst I with sighs draw in th' unwilling air Which she perfumed at distance. Pray Gentleman could you love me a little? I'm very sportive. Truly young Gentleman, I do not know what I may do when you come to your full growth. Blirt my Lady's Gentleman, who taught you to scoff at a man's person? Cry ye mercy little Sir; you may be the father of dwarfs. The sack begins to leave working and by this time my Lady expects her gentleman. Farewell, unkind Sir. Farewell loving Gentleman. She hath prevented me. Sure friend she came but to mock thee. 'Twas little less than downright impudence. Let's to the Tavern Sir, and drown this passion in a cup of Canary. Come, come; I was ordained to do thee good. Thou know'st I had a Mistress, whose friends disliking my wildness, married her to the Father of the Gentlewoman whom thou lov'st (horns be his punishment for it.) She loves me still; and I do not despair of making him Cuckold. we'll arm ourselves with a quart or two, and then I'll bring thee to her. Aid me love, wit and fate; that my desires Burn not themselves without her equal fires. More passions yet! It thou the mark wouldst hit, Let Sack inspire thee: 'tis the Soul of Wit. Sack that makes Prophets; gives a Poet birth: And then a wench; Elysium upon Earth. NOw I protest Mr. Warrant, you wrong the love of a Gentleman, in not imparting the cause of your discontent. Come not fees in roundly? Do not the Delinquents understand, I'll speak a good word for you? You are the only object of my thoughts. 'Tis your beauty hath animated my presumptuous weakness to express how much my desires are yours. Alas Mr. Warrant how can a poor Gentleman deserve it? Yes, you have power of my Lady, and she much acquaintance at Court. A pardon might be got.
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Indeed Mistris 'tis a cold corner, pray turne it to the South, and let my needle run in your Diall. And since the ardor of my desires have urg'd my blushes to discover them; let not your appearing worth suffer such a disparagement to contene a Gentleumans willingnesse. How's this! why friend, did she not seeme to come instructed (by direction) with embassie As to prepare my love? No, no, she loves thee her selfe. Take her. Me thinks shee's very beautifull; what pinken-eyes; what a sharpe chin! Why her features transcend Mopsa's in the Arcadia. Hath she not studied it Cousin, thinke you? and is transported to a humour of loving every man she sees. I have known it in the Countrey in an age-dcayed waiting-woman. I cannot answer her; my heart is bigg With other thoughts; which till I am deliver'd of, I suffer torments. Vnfortunate Gentleuman as I am, to be thus rejected. Will you resigne your interest? I'le court her folly. Take it, But not t'abuse the others innocence. Whilst I with sighes draw in th' unwilling ayre Which she perfum'd at distance. Pray Gentleuman could you love me a little? I'm very sportive. Truly young Gentleman, I doe not know what I may doe when you come to your full growth. Blirt my Ladies Gentleuman, who taught you to scoffe at a mans person? Cry ye mercy little Sir; you may be the father of dwarfes. The sack begins to leave working and by this time my Ladie expects her gentleuman. Farewell, unkind Sir. Farewell loving Gentleuman. She hath prevented me. Sure friend she came but to mocke thee. 'Twas little lesse then downeright impudence. Let's to the Taverne Sir, and drowne this passion in a cup of Canary. Come, come; I was ordained to doe thee good. Thou knowst I had a Mistris, whose friends disliking my wildnesse, marryed her to the Father of the Gentlewoman whom thou lov'st (hornes be his punishment for it.) She loves me still; and I doe not despaire of making him Cuckold. Wee'l arme our selves with a quart or two, and then I'le bring thee to her. Ayd me love, wit and fate; that my desires Burne not themselves without her equall fires. More passions yet! It thou the marke wouldst hit, Let Sacke inspire thee: 'tis the Soule of Wit. Sack that makes Prophets; gives a Poet birth: And then a wench; Elysium upon Earth. NOw I protest Mr. Warrant, you wrong the love of a Gentleuman, in not imparting the cause of your discontent. Come not fees in roundly? Doe not the Delinquents understand, I'le speake a good word for you? You are the onely object of my thoughts. 'Tis your beauty hath animated my presumptuous weaknes to expresse how much my desires are yours. Alas Mr. Warrant how can a poore Gentleuman deserve it? Yes, you have power of my Lady, and she much acquaintance at Court. A pardon might be got.