Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 492 words
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Pray you Mris. Tongall, what wages takes he? You mistake Mris. Dorothy; 'tis your love he would serve you for. That's a cold reward; a Livery would keep him warmer. Fie, that you will not speak to her. And how doth your Ladyship like an old man? A cold bed fellow. But Religion and Conscience. Now 'tis done I must love him. Would he were not jealous. None are so confident (madam) as cuckolds. But your ladyship's known virtue will soon put out the eyes of his suspicion. Speak to her Mr. Littleword. I would not now for all the Sack in Spain my loving humour were upon me. This dumb Gentleman would make me forswear the quality. Sure Mris. Tongall your friend would make an excellent midwife; he can keep secrets. 'Tis his modesty Mris. Dorothy. Bless me that you would not speak to her. madam, I am bold to commend this Gentleman, who will deserve your acquaintance. As far as my power will extend to expression. You are welcome Mr. jerker and this Gentleman, and shall be whilst your visits are seasonable. But you know I have a jealous husband. There are medicines to cure it madam. May not I salute the Lady Cousin? 'Tis but courtesy and manners. I am bold with your ladyship's lip. 'Tis marvel you blush not. So bold and so young! By that time you come to your full growth pretty Gentleman, you'll make up the number of the ten Worthies. madam, I am neither Infidel, Jew nor good Christian; though I am little, I dare be your Ladyship's Champion in an active skirmish. This 'tis to be backward: you'll never thrive in any thing unless you are more forward. Lose such an opportunity with not speaking to her! Secretary. madam. Go, and direct the Cook. How on a sudden my resolves are numbed, And frozen into silence, that confirms The first distrust of my known undeservings, I dare not speak. Shall I have another dumb servant! Are you not well Sir? Well Lady! yes. Health itself Is a disease in others, if compared With th' absolute state of mine. Where you are present Sickness can have no power over frailty. The beames which your bright eyes shoot, purify The most infectious air. Your words distil A Balm more precious than that Miracle The Chemics dream of. At distance I have often seen your beauty; And thence received a fire, whose quickening flames Did animate my soul, that else was earthy, A lump of passive dulness; now 'tis active: And if you please to cherish it, shall pay All its derivative abilities Unto your lowest service. You too much flatter my unworthiness: And in that likewise derogate From your own fullness of admired merit. Th' unskilful'st Physiognomist may read In your bright forehead, and your form's exactness, A man replete with all perfections. Whose very superfluities might be Additions to the barren worths of others.
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Pray you Mris. Tongall, what wages takes he? You mistake Mris. Dorothy; 'tis your love hee would serve you for. That's a cold reward; a Livery would keepe him warmer. Fie, that you will not speake to her. And how doth your Ladiship like an old man? A cold bed fellow. But Religion and Conscience. Now 'tis done I must love him. Would hee were not jealous. None are so confident (Madame) as cuckolds. But your Ladiships knowne vertue will soone put out the eyes of his suspition. Speake to her Mr. Littleword. I would not now for all the Sacke in Spaine my loving humour were upon mee. This dumb Gentleman would make me forsweare the qualitie. Sure Mris. Tongall your friend would make an excellent midwife; he can keepe secrets. 'Tis his modestie Mris. Dorothy. Blesse mee that you would not speake to her. Madame, I am bold to commend this Gentleman, who will deserve your acquaintance. As far as my power will extend to expression. You are welcome Mr. Ierker and this Gentleman, and shall bee whilst your visits are seasonable. But you know I have a jealous husband. There are medicines to cure it Madame. May not I salute the Ladie Cousin? 'Tis but courtesie and manners. I am bold with your Ladiships lip. 'Tis marvell you blush not. So bold and so young! By that time you come to your full growth pretty Gentleman, you'l make up the number of the ten Worthies. Madame, I am neither Infidell, Iew nor good Christian; though I am little, I dare be your Ldships Champion in an active skirmish. This 'tis to be backward: you'l never thrive in any thing unles you are more forward. Lose such an opportunity with not speaking to her! Secretarie. Madame. Goe, and direct the Cooke. How on a sodaine my resolves are numb'd, And frozen into silence, that confirmes The first distrust of my knowne indeservings, I dare not speake. Shall I have another dumb servant! Are you not well Sir? Well Ladie! yes. Health it selfe Is a disease in others, if compar'd With th' absolute state of mine. Where you are present Sicknesse can have no power over frailtie. The bames which you bright ees shoot, purifie Th most infectious ayr. Your words distill A Blre more prcious then that Miracle The Chymicks deame of. At distance I have ften seene your beauty; And thence receiv'd a fire, whose quickning flames Did animate my soule, that else was earthy, A lump of passive dulnesse; now 'tis active: And if you please to cherish it, shall pay All it's derivative abilities Vnto your lowest service. You too much flatter my unworthinesse: And in that likewise derogate From your owne fulnesse of admired merit. Th' vnskilful'st Physiognomist may read In your bright forehead, and your formes exactnesse, A man repleat with all perfections. Whose very superfluities might be Additions to the barren worths of others.