Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Sweet Gentlemen, I am the servant of your noble wits. I must kiss the fair hand of an honourable Lord, who is now departing: I will then return to be disposed by you. Sir 'tis my father. Ha! my son here, and Mr jerker! I came i'th' person of authority, Invited by your noise. But that put off, Out of my love borne to the general good, I do advise you to be temperate: That the fair hopes conceived of growing virtues Might not be lost. 'Tis pity that your wits, Which (joined with some experience) might deserve To fill the seats of Magistracy, and be A speaking law) should spend themselves in places And acts of sin and shame; wherein severity Of law and government must not be partial. Therefore I pray no more of these disorders. Pray Sir, take nothing ill. 'Tis the necessity Of his place: his disposition else is milder. Sir, we are Gentlemen; and by that privilege Though we submit to politic Government In public things may be our own lawmakers In moral life. If we offend the law The law may punish us; which only strives To take away excess, not the necessity Or use of what's indifferent, and is made Or good or bad by 'ts use. We do not drink To a distemper, and from thence derive Th' original of mischiefs: nor is pleasure Our law but temperance. Creation made Every thing good, if we abuse it not. Then good Sir, (though you find enormities Amongst the rabble) be not so suspicious Of our more careful carriage, that are gentlemen. You have said to satisfaction And more than I expected. Hark you son. I did not think thou'dst been so good an Orator. Why friend? because wanton familiarity Make's us less serious when we are alone, Must it necessitate we cannot speak In a high cause! Cousin, you must be careful Of your behaviour: you are before a justice. Why Cousin, have justices power over a man's will? Some busy ones have arrogated much; But being told their own have ever since Given Gentlemen a due respect. I'll make a trial here. Please you a little To put off this severer gravity; And drink a glass of Sack. Your age is Privilege In what the law of moderation, Denies our hotter blood. Pretty sweet Gentleman. Is't possible That one so young, should have so grey a wit; 'Tis wanting many times in graver beards. Please you Mr. jerker, to bring these Gentlemen to my house to supper. You'll find some empty dishes. We know your table's plentifully furnished. This was very good Sack, neighbour. Pray send me home a dozen Bottles. And keep good orders. The best orders that can be kept in my houses or any office of my house shall be at your worship's service. Fogh; that compliment stinks. You are very courteous, neighbour. Will you go along with me Gentlemen! We are your servants. 'Tis a blessed opportunity.
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Sweet Gentlemen, I am the servant of your noble wits. I must kisse the are hand of an honourable Lord, who is now departing: I will then returne to be dispos'd by you. Sir 'tis my father. Ha! my sonne here, and Mr Ierker! I came i'th' person of authoritie, Invited by your noise. But that put off, Out of my love borne to the generall good, I doe advise you to be temperate: That the faire hopes conceiv'd of growing vertues Might not be lost. 'Tis pitty that your wits, Which (joyn'd with some experience) might deserve To fill the seats of Magistracie, and be A speaking law) should spend themselves in places And acts of sin and shame; wherein severitie Of law and government must not be partiall. Therefore I pray no more of these disorders. Pray Sir, take nothing ill. 'Tis the necessity Of his place: his disposition else is milder. Sir, we are Gentlemen; and by that priviledge Though we submit to politique Government In publique things may be our owne law-makers In morall life. If we offend the law The law may punish us; which onely strives To take away excesse, not the necessity Or use of what's indifferent, and is made Or good or bad by 'ts use. We doe not drinke To a distemper, and from thence derive Th' originall of mischiefes: nor is pleasure Our law but temperance. Creation made Every thing good, if we abuse it not. Then good Sir, (though you find enormitles Amongst the rabble) be not so suspitious Of our more carefull carriage, that are gentlemen. You have said to satisfaction And more then I expected. Harke you sonne. I did not think th'adst beene so good an Oratou. Why friend? because wanton familiaritie Make's us lesse serious when we are alone, Must it necessitate we cannot speake In a high cause! Cousin, you must be carefull Of your behaviour: you are before a Iustice. Why Cousin, have Iustices power over a mans will? Some busie ones have arrogated much; But being told their owne have ever since Given Gentlemen a due respect. I'le make a tryall here. Please you a little To put off this severer gravitie; And drinke a glasse of Sack. Your age is Priviledge In what the law of moderation, Denies our hotter blood. Pretty sweet Gentleman. Is't possible That one so young, should have so gray a wit; 'Tis wanting many times in graver beards. Please you Mr. Ierker, to bring these Gentlemen to my house to supper. You'l find some emptie dishes. We know your table's plentifully furnisht. This was very good Sacke, neighbour. Pray send me home a dozen Bottles. And keepe good orders. The best orders that can be kept in my hous or any office of my house shall bee at your Worships service. ogh; that complemnt stinckes. You are very coutou, neighbour. Will you goe along with me Gentlemen! We are your servants. 'Tis a blest opportunity.