Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Both affecting the Lady of the Closet. But Mris. Secretary, what if my Lady Mother's Chambermaid and Joan in the Kitchen were here? For you to make them Ladies, as you have done me. Indeed they might serve by Moonlight; the day perhaps would discover a greasy Gentry. Fie; now you forget yourself. 'Tis ordinary for a waiting-gentlewoman but newly made a Lady to forget herself. But see, I am prevented from proceeding. Let us observe. 'Tis a good sword; it cost me two pieces. No matter. Many a man's death hath cost more at the Physicians. Who would be afraid to kill a man; when he is sure of his pardon? He is now in some deep meditation of your beauty. See Mistress, there's the other. That sure is Warrant. I'll go this way. It shall never be said I went after a man to kill him, though I am confident Mistress Secretary will beg me. They go contrary ways. we shall not see the fight. They mean to meet and end it at the Antipodes. But what should I think of killing him? I know he dare as well take the wall of a drunken Constable, or justle a Buffcoat leading a wench, as meet me. methinks I perceive them stand. Yes, yes; 'tis Warrant: I smell him hitherto. Is not that Spruce? certainly 'tis he. methinks I see him tremble hitherto. He dare not come near me; and I scorn to go to him to kill him: It may hinder my pardon. Therefore he shall assault me first. Why, they are fixed. Hath not fear congealed them into stones? Dissolved them rather into jelly. That some good fellow would but come and beat the cowardly Rascal. That some Shark would come now and take away his hat or cloak. Now could I fancy in my imagination what they say. Mr. Warrant. O that I had this Coward Spruce here: I would dismember him; and then what Gentleman would care a rush for him? Now Mr. Spruce hath studied the Arcadia. He says. Oh that I had this Warrant here It would cut him into atoms; that wheresoever the Sun shines, the trophies of my renowned victory might be visible. That he would but come a little nearer. That he were but within twice my sword's length. I would I had but a leg or an arm of him, since he will not come, that I may kill him. That I had but his head here; how I would shave it. This is the virtue of Sack boy. Who would toil in dirt for whey and buttermilk, or the windy juice of Pome-waters upon Sundays? Now could I be as valiant as— nothing. I could fight with an Army of Polecats, so they were not Women. I could take the wall of three times three Tailors, though in the morning, and at a baker's stall. That were a way to have thy skin bodkin full of eyelet holes. If I should throw down three or four posts.
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Both affecting the Lady of the Closet. But Mris. Secretary, what if my Lady Mothers Chamber-maid and Ioane in the Kitchen were here? For you to make them Ladies, as you have done me. Indeed they might serve by Moone-light; the day perhaps would discover a greasie Gentry. Fie; now you forget your selfe. 'Tis ordinary for a waiting-Gentleuman but newly made a Lady to forget her selfe. But see, I am prevented from proceeding. Let us observe. 'Tis a good sword; it cost me two pieces. No matter. Many a mans death hath cost more at the Physitians. Who would be affraid to kill a man; when hee is sure of his pardon? Hee is now in some deepe meditation of your beautie. See Mistris, there's the other. That sure is Warrant. I'le goe this way. It shall never be said I went after a man to kill him, though I am confident Mistris Secretary will begg me. They goe contrary wayes. Wee shall not see the fight. They meane to meete and end it at the Antipodes. But what should I thinke of killing him? I know hee dare as well take the wall of a drunken Constable, or justle a Buffe-coat leading a wench, as meet me. Me thinks I perceive them stand. Yes, yes; 'tis Warrant: I smell him hitherto. Is not that Spruce? certainly 'tis hee. Me thinks I see him tremble hitherto. Hee dare not come neere me; and I scorne to goe to him to kill him: It may hinder my pardon. Therefore he shall assault me first. Why, they are fixt. Hath not feare congeal'd them into stones? Dissolv'd them rather into gelley. That some good fellow would but come and beat the cowardly Rascall. That some Sharke would come now and take away his hat or cloake. Now could I fancy in my imagination what they say. Mr. Warrant. O that I had this Coward Spruce here: I would dismember him; and then what Gentleuman would care a rush for him? Now Mr. Spruce hath studien the Arcadia. He sayes. Oh that I had this Warrant here It would cut him into atomes; that wheresoever the Sun shines, the trophces of my renowned victorie might bee visible. That he would but come a little neerer. That hee were but within twice my swords length. I would I had but a leg or an arme of him, since he will not come, that I may kill him. That I had but his head here; how I would shave it. This is the vertue of Sack boy. Who would toile in durt for whay and butter-milke, or the windie juice of Pome-waters upon Sundayes? Now could I be as valiant as—nothing. I could fight with an Army of Polecats, so they were not Women. I could take the wall of three times three Taylors, though in the morning, and at a Bakers stall. That were a way to have thy skin bodkind full of ilet holes. If I should throw downe three or foure postes.