Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
An inferior servant may serve, Mr. Dasher. I am the servant of my servant that shall serve you. And unless he serve you he is not my servant. I'll turn them all away presently for this neglect of your worthy Persons. Men wear swords Sir. And boys too sometimes. You'll answer it? Answer what Child? Little one! Boy! Child! I shall be degraded next to an infant. Fie Cousin, contain. The Gentleman cannot brook it. Yes Sir, he can brook any thing but wronging of his Father. I pray no more, the subject is too harsh To make good music in society. Then here's a health to her that best deserves The attribute of Fair: whose white and red Prove what's life's mixture. From whose forms exactness Rules of Proportion might be better drawn Then from Arts Principles. To her whose Youth Warms Winter's icy bosom with her Spring; Yet will not wrong your Father. As it goes round, Each give his Mistress some commending Character. Why then a health to her whose beauties are Not a gross Earth, with painted superficies; But a more sprightly Element of pure fire. Within whose Sphere a glorious mind doth move All th' orbs of virtue with celestial flame. Whose active climbings carry her desires To th' utmost height of nobleness and honour: To her that calls you Brother. Let not your love appear so full of flattery. Nay, Coz; . Then here's a health to her will freely put Her sweets to use. Kiss, and be kissed again Without a fie. Whose boldness will not blush At an assault, or any wanton touch. And if a man persist to farther doing, Accounts it loss of time, a tedious wooing. To her that I call Mistress. Bravely come off Sir. I can come on Sir. Now Sir, 'tis yours. This Sack shall then have my Encomium. Which had the youthful Father ever tasted He would have left his rites to Poetize; And changed his Ivy Chaplets into bays: unchained his spotted lynxes, and supplied His Chariots loftier course with Pegasus. And with bewitching numbers charmed the gods To be his Bacchanals, that they might feast With this most heavenly Nectar. Mr. Dasher, your Wine is highly commended. I can assure you Gentlemen, the Grape from whence this Sack was pressed— Grew in Spain. I would have fetched it farther Gentlemen to do you service. A voyage to the Indies should be no more than a descending into my cellar, and up again. You have handsomely contracted your journey. But Mr. Dasher, you have an eminent House, extraordinary Wine and entertainment; but no Sign at first to distinguish it. methinks Cousin, the Loggerheads was a pretty conceit. Had there not been a third. Gentlemen; I intended a pair of Scales with a glass of Wine in one Balance, and a piece of gold in the other, or a jewel. An excellent conceit, to show the value of good Wine.
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An inferiour servant may serve, Mr. Dasher. I am the servant of my servant that shall serve you. And unlesse hee serve you he is not my servant. I'le tunre them all away presently for this neglect of your worthy Persons. Men weare swords Sir. And boyes too sometimes. You'l answer it? Answer what Child? Little one! Boy! Child! I shall bee degraded next to an infant. Fie Cousin, containe. The Gentleman cannot brooke it. Yes Sir, hee can brooke any thing but wronging of his Father. I pray no more, the subject is too harsh To make good musicke in societie. Then here's a health to her that best deserves The attribute of Faire: whose white and red Prove what's lifes mixture. From whose forms exactnes Rules of Proportion might be better drawne Then from Arts Principles. To her whose Youth Warmes Winters icie bosome with her Spring; Yet will not wrong your Father. As it goes round, Each give his Mistris some commnding Character. Why then a health to her whose beauties are Not a grosse Earth, with painted superficies; But a more sprighty Element of pure ire. Within whose Sphaere a glorious Mnde doth move All th' orbes of vertue with celestiall flame. Whose active climbings carry her dsies To th' utmost height of noblenesse and honour: To her that calls you Brother. Let not your love appeare so full of flattery. Nay, Coz; . Then here's a health to her will freely put Her sweets to use. Kisse, and be kist againe Without a fie. Whose boldnesse will not blush At an assault, or any wanton touch. And if a man persist to farther doing, Accounts it losse of time, a tedious wooing. To her that I call Mistris. Bravely come off Sir. I can come on Sir. Now Sir, 'tis yours. This Sack shall then have my Encomium. Which had the youthfull Father ever tasted He would have left his rites to Poetize; And chang'd his Yvy Chaplets into Bayes: Vnchain'd his spotted Linxes, and supply'd His Chariots loftier course with Pegasus. And with bewitching numbers charm'd the gods To be his Bacchanalls, that they might feast With this most heavenly Nectar. Mr. Dasher, your Wines highly commended. I can assure you Gentlemen, the Grape from whence this Sacke was prest— Grew in Spaine. I would have fetcht it farther Gentlemen to doe you service. A voyage to the Indies should bee no more then a descending into my cellar, and up agen. You have handsomely contracted your journey. But Mr. Dasher, you have an eminent House, extraordinary Wine and entertainment; but no Signe at first to distinguish it. Me thoughts Cousin, the Logger-heads was a pretty conceit. Had there not beene a third. Gentlemen; I intended a paire of Scales with a glasse of Wine in one Ballance, and a piece of gold in the other, or a jewell. An excellent conceit, to shew the value of good Wine.