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 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
But take heed: There are a sort of fond effeminate men, Deep studied in discursive compliment, That many times will waste more airy language To take a solemn leave, then would make up A City Orator. Beware that no such oil-tongued amourist Sigh forth his passions in thy credulous ears, And captivate thy weakness. 'Tis their practice To glory in diversity of mistresses: And when one frowns or chides their overdaring With a repulse, will not stick to revenge it With a foul defamation of her honour. Neither can a Gentleman be in love now and then out she is censured. Let not thine ears drink in their Rhetoric charms, Lest they bewitch thy glorious understanding To dote on their pretences, which perhaps Shall be chaste love for its creation's end: When but their covetous hopes prefer a portion Before your beauty, birth or education; And yet perhaps there is disparity 'Twixt lower fortunes, and their weak desert. Deceit's a cunning bawd, and many times Makes virtue prostitute itself to misery. There is a power Called Fate, which doth necessitate the will, And makes desire obedient to its rule. All the resisting faculties of reason, Prevention, fear and jealousy are weak To disannul what in its firm decrees Is once determined. Yet my heart is free; Unbounded by the stricter limits of Particular affection: so I'll keep it. No proud ingrateful man shall ever triumph o'er the captived sweets of my Virgin love. Nor a vainglorious gull that offers service To every noted beauty, boast my favour. I'll clothe my thoughts in humorous observation; And if on any that solicits love I fix a liking, I'll refer myself To what is destined for me. The resolution's noble; I commend it. Welcome Mistress Tongall; welcome. You are the only company in the neighbourhood. A Lady can ill be without you. This Gentleman madam, whom I presume to commend to your ladyship's acquaintance, is of worthy birth and education: the Littlewords are not modern; besides their Ancestors were great Philosophers. And the latter great fools. Go, and talk to her. I'll tell your Ladyship a strange thing of the Littlewords. In seven generations there was but one girl, and she died an infant. Contrariwise of the Tongalls there's but one man left, that's my Husband, and he's a Lawyer: now your Ladyship knows he gets nothing but wenches. Speak to her Mr. Littleword. Is the Gentleman of so good education? Extraordinary madam; he's a wit. I would my Jynny were worthy of him, he should seek no further. I pray Mr. Littleword speak to her. Can he poetize Mris. Tongall? Excellently madam; he hath things in print. His next dedication shall be to your Ladyship. Why do you not go and talk to her? What estate hath he? Five hundred a year present possession, more in reversion. This Gentleman, Mris. Dorothy, is my friend, and desire's to be your servant. I have made way now, why do you not speak to her? I am bold to commend him to your liking.
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But take heed: There are a sort of fond effeminate men, Deepe studied in discoursive complement, That many times will wast more ayery language To take a sollemne leave, then would make up A Citty Oratour. Beware that no such oyle-tongu'd amorist Sigh forth his passions in thy credulous eares, And captivate thy weaknesse. 'Tis their practise To glory in diversity of Mistrisses: And when one frownes or chides their over-daring With a repulse, will not stick to revenge it With a foule defamation of her honour. Neither can a Gentleuman be in love now and then out she is censur'd. Let not thine eares drink in their Rhetorick charms, Lest they bewitch thy glorious understanding To dote on their pretences, which perhaps Shall be chast love for it's Creations end: When but their cvetous hopes preferre a portion Before your beauty, birth or education; And yet perhaps there is disparitie 'Twixt lower fortunes, and their weake desert. Deceit's a cunning baud, and many times Makes vertue prostitute it selfe to misery. There is a power Call'd Fate, which doth necessitate the will, And makes desire obedient to it's rule. All the resisting faculties of reason, Prevention, feare and jealousie are weake To disanull what in it's firme decrees Is once determin'd. Yet my heart is free; Vnbounded by the stricter limits of Particular affection: so I'le keepe it. No proud ingratefull man shall ever triumph O're the captiv'd sweets of my Virgin love. Nor a vain-glorious gull that offers service To every noted beauty, boast my favour. I'le cloath my thoughts in humorous observation; And if on any that sollicits love I fixe a liking, I'le refer my selfe To what is destin'd for me. The resolution's noble; I commend it. Welcome Mistris Tongall; welcome. You are the onely company in the neighbour-hood. A Ladie can ill be without you. This Gentleman Madame, whom I presume to commend to your Ladiships acquaintance, is of worthy birth and education: the Littlewords are not moderne; besides their Auncestors were great Philosophers. And the latter great fooles. Goe, and talke to her. I'le tell your Ladiship a strange thing of the Little-words. In seven generations there was but one girle, and shee dyed an infant. Contrariwise of the Tongalls there's but one man left, that's my Husband, and he's a Lawyer: now your Ladiship knowes hee gets nothing but wenches. Speake to her Mr. Littleword. Is the Gentleman of so good education? Extraordinary Madame; hee's a wit. I would my Iynny were worthy of him, he should seeke no further. I pray Mr. Littleword speake to her. Can he Poetise Mris. Tongall? Excellently Madame; hee hath things in print. His next dedication shall be to your Ladiship. Why doe you not goe and talke to her? What estate hath he? Five hundred a yeare present possession, more in reversion. This Gentleman, Mris. Dorothy, is my friend, and desire's to bee your servant. I have made way now, why doe you not speake to her? I am bold to commend him to your liking.