Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
And can there be greater disparity? Would it not seem a Prodigy in nature, To have green Summer with her rose-crowned head Kiss the white icicles from Winter's beard? Extinguish her bright fires in his cold bosom? madam, I know your sportive Youth desires A more proportioned mixture. Come, let's try. Fire put to fire increaseth active Flames; Contraries dull each other with confusion: Such are the frozen kisses of your Husband, Unto your warm delights— Lady, if any worth appear in me It must derive its fullness from your liking: Had I infused into me all the excellence Of those Heroics whom the Poets feigned; Were I made up with all Perfections That Fiction ever painted, to express Desert in freshest colours; Unless you called it worth, 'twere but a subject For base contempt, though popular admiration gave't divine Attributes. Since you commend The faculties your whiteness must dispose of— Ask your husband leave! by this hand I would not ask an Alderman leave to Cuckold him. So he might take example from a City kind one, whose Wife longed to kiss a Lord: upon which he grew so proud for being exalted above the rest of his neighbours, that he would suffer none to Cuckold him ever after but Lords. By no means Sir. Wrong not your judgement, which must needs be absolute. The choice of me Is too inferior to your richer value. The Cyprian Queen had she but seen your face, Would ne'er have died the roses with her blood, Wept on their paleness for Adonis' loss: But circled in a ring of all her graces Court your celestial form upon the bosom Of some more fragrant Tempe. She mocks me sure. Did Syrens hear your voice they would give o'er Their own malicious charms: and through the witchcraft Of its more powerful music, rage with madness: Leaving their proper element to die In the pursuit of sweeter melody. This gross flattery, Lady, Commends your wit, rather than your good nature. My heart is a plain heart, and my desires Are truly virtuous, not to be contemned. Fie, Mr. jerker! besides the words incivility, I did not expect such absurdity in a reputed wit. Could you not have couched it better; shall I have leave to do your Ladyship a piece of night service; or so. Come, come, forbear these wicked solicits, or I shall disclaim the promise of my favours reversion when my old Husband dies, if nature be not merciless, and I go first. Ha! what's here! Courtship on all hands? My Husband. My Father, and my Brother. I like not this. Mr. jerker, you are welcome, I hope; having failed in his old, he hath not a new suit; that as I made her a Lady, she should bestow an honorable Crest upon me. Let his jealousy construe it into truth.
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And can there be greater disparity? Would it not seeme a Prodigie in nature, To have greene Summer with her rose-crown'd head Kisse the white isicles from Winters beard? Extinguish her bright fires in his cold bosome? Madame, I know your sportive Youth desires A more proportion'd mixture. Come, let's trie. Fire put to fire increaseth active Flames; Contraries dull each other with confusion: Such are the frozen kisses of your Husband, Vnto your warme delights— Ladie, if any worth appeare in me It must derive it's fulnesse from your liking: Had I inu'd into me all the excellence Of those Heroicks whom the Poets fain'd; Were I made up with all Perfections That Fiction ever painted, to expresse Desert in freshest colours; Vnlesse you cal'd it worth, 'twere but a subject For base contempt, though popular admiration Gav't divine Attributes. Since you commend The faculties your whitenesse must dispose of— Aske your husband leave! by this hand I would not aske an Alderman leave to Cuckold him. So he might take example from a Citty kinde one, whose Wife long'd to kisse a Lord: upon which he grew so proud for being exalted above the rest of his neighbours, that he would suffer none to Cuckold him ever after but Lords. By no meanes Sir. Wrong not your judgement, which must needs bee absolute. The choice of me Is too inferiour to your richer value. The Cyprian Queene had shee but seene your face, Would ne're have dy'd the roses with her blood, Wept on their palenesse for Adonis losse: But circled in a ring of all her graces Court your celestiall forme upon the bosome Of some more fragrant Tempe. She mocks me sure. Did Syrens heare your voice they would give o're Their own malicious charms: and through the witchcraft Of it's more powerfull musicke, rage with madnesse: Leaving their proper element to dye In the pursuit of sweeter melody. This grosse flattery, Ladie, Commends your wit, rather then your good nature. My heart is a plaine heart, and my desires Are truly vertuous, not to be contemn'd. Fie, Mr. Ierker! besides the words incivility, I did not expect such absurditie in a reputed wit. Could you not haue couch'd it better; shall I have leave to doe your Ladiship a piece of night service; or so. Come, come, forbeare these wicked sollicits, or I shall disclaime the promise of my favours reversion when my old Husband die's, if nature be not mercilesse, and I goe first. Ha! what's here! Courtship on all hands? My Husband. My Father, and my Brother. I like not this. Mr. Ierker, you are welcome, I hope; having fail'd in his old, hee hath not a new suit; that as I made her a Ladie, shee should bestow an hornourable Crest upon mee. Let his jealousie conster it into truth.