Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Yes, my Rapier and mine arm shall maintain it upon his life, I love you best. Indeed Mr. Spruce and I love you. I'll maintain it against the life of all the world, I love you best. Truly Mr. Warrant and I love you. He that offers to love her besides myself, dies. Mr. Spruce and Mr. Warrant, send but for one bottle of Sack, and be friends; I'll love you both. I'll brook no Rival. Nor I; death must determine it. Remember then, I must to the Cutlers. Though I am but a waiting-woman, I have more wit than to believe this is earnest. As if I did not know them to be as arrant Cowards, as a Justice's Clerk or Gentleman Usher can be; and deserve rather to be whipped by a Satire, then rewarded for their valours with the love of a gentleman. But Mr. Spruce do you mean to fight? Yes, and kill him too. I fear nothing but death and the Gallows; from which you may save me. As how? the means. Beg me, I say beg me. Let not my good parts be made unuseful by an untimely turn at Tyburn. methinks I see the pitiful spectators condoling me. The fishwives drowning their dead soles with salt water from their eyes; the Oyster-wives weeping for me in most lamentable pickle. An hundred Chambermaids running stark mad, and as many more falling into the green sickness with longing for me. Beg me therefore (I say) resolve to beg me, and make great haste. It is my fear above death, that otherwise some rich City Heir will prevent you. Resolve therefore to be the first that shall beg me. As I am a Gentleman Mr. Spruce, if you kill him fairly in a duel; and upon no base advantage I'll do it. Confirm it then with a kiss, and inspire an Herculean valour into me. By no means at this time. I'll kiss you at the gallows. My Lady. You see how my obedient youth Hath joined itself with an unequal mate; You aged father, only to satisfy The Provident will of Parents. Do you so. Fortune hath made me now your Mother. Had nature don't, my care could not be greater, Nor more my providence to dispose your good. Mother, the duty which I owe my Father You (being his) must share: and this expression Of more than common love, I must repay With more than common gratitude. Ther. tell me, Now time hath given your age perfection; Your roses are full blown, and fit for gathering, Do you not long for a husband? Not with much earnestness: I have as yet No passionate desires; as yet no breath Poisoned with Hyperbolical flatteries Hath courted my poor beauty; no deep vows Have paid idolatrous sacrifice of service To my fair hand, whose whiteness if but kissed Can purify a soul. Believe me yet The man's a stranger to my knowing memory That ever said he loved me.
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Yes, my Rapier and mine arme shall maintaine it upon his life, I love you best. Indeed Mr. Spruce and I love you. I'le maintaine it against the life of all the world, I love you best. Truely Mr. Warrant and I love you. He that offers to love her besides my selfe, dies. Mr. Spruce and Mr. Warrant, send but for one bottle of Sack, and be friends; I'le love you both. I'le brooke no Rivall. Nor I; death must determine it. Remember then, I must to the Cutlers. Though I am but a waiting-uman, I haue more wit then to believe this is earnest. As if I did not know them to bee as arrant Cowards, as a Justices Clerke or Gentleman Vsher can be; and deserve rather to be whipt by a Satire, then rewarded for their valours with the love of a gentleuman. But Mr. Spruce doe you meane to fight? Yes, and kill him too. I feare nothing but death and the Gallowes; from which you may save me. As how? the meanes. Begg me, I say beg me. Let not my good parts be made unusefull by an untimely turne at Tyburne. Me thinks I see the pittifull spectators condoling me. The fish-wives drowning their dead soles with salt water from their eyes; the Oyster-wives weeping for me in most lamentable pickle. An hundred Chamber-maids running stark mad, and as many more falling into the greene sicknesse with longing for me. Begg me therefore (I say) resolve to begg me, and make great hast. It is my feare above death, that otherwise some rich Citty Heyre will prevent you. Resolve therefore to be the first that shall begg me. As I am a Gentleuman Mr. Spruce, if you kill him fairely in a duell; and upon no base advantage I'le doe it. Confirme it then with a kisse, and inspire an Herculean valour into me. By no meanes at this time. I'le kisse you at the gallowes. My Lady. You see how my obedient youth Hath jyn'd it selfe with an unequall mate; You agd father, onely to satisfie The Provident will of Parents. Doe you so. Fortune hath made me now your Mother. Had nature don't, my care could not be greater, Nor more my providence to dispose your good. Mother, the duty which I owe my Father You (being his) must share: and this expression Of more then common love, I must repay With more then common gratitude. Ther. tell me, Now time hath given your age perfection; Your roses are full blowne, and fit for gathering, Doe you not long for a husband? Not with much earnestnes: I have as yet No passionate desires; as yet no breath Poyson'd with Hyperbolicall flatteries Hath courted my poore beauty; no deep vowes Have paid idolatrous sacrifice of service To my faire hand, whose whitenes if but kis't Can purifie a soule. Beleeve me yet The ma's a stranger to my knowing memory That ever said he lov'd me.