Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Covent Garden · chunk 31 of 35

Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 492 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

Alas Sir, an old man raise a Gentleman. We have a father (Brother) to whose care We owe another duty, then that only Which Nature hath enjoined us for receiving Our beings from him. Let not our rash wills Swayed only by desire, run any course Agrees not with his liking: Yet I'll tell The Gentleman how much he owes your love For thus commending him. How now Sir Generous? Courting my woman? am not I warm enough To thaw your frozen appetite? Truly Sir, if my Lady knew how much I loved you, 'twould make her jealous. Indeed it would not. Revenge should be a remedy. That's my fear. Nay, to her again; you are not the first That hath abused his Lady. Wife, forgo these fond thoughts, and with care apply yourself to entertain these gentlemen. I'll to my closet. I want but th' opportunity of their absence, Which I must straight contrive. I am now animated To come the nearest way without more circumstance; And tell you how your beauty and your virtues Have won on my desires to make them yours. I thank you Sir, and could mine own eyes see But half that worth my Brother says is in you, My equal thoughts should answer. What said she Sir? It seems you did commend me! Yes by my hopes of good, no otherwise than I desire to have myself commended Upon the like occasion. I must thank you Sir. I do interpret it; and have thought upon Another trial. Let me entreat you Sister To construe my intentions right. Though I Commended him, 'twas only to distinguish Your passion and your reason. Now I find The latter strongest, that you refuse the love Of one so much defective. How! defective! Brother, my judgement hath as searching eyes Can see the fullness of his manly worth Through all the vails of your detraction. And now to show how much I do prefer The freedom of my will before your counsel; I'll tell him I do love him. Sister, I hope You are not earnest! As earnest as my love; Which since I first beheld him took possession Of all my thoughts, though customary niceness Restrained me from discovering them; but now— Pray daughter oversee the servants. Mother beshrew your heart, she was in a good vein. But come sir, we'll pursue it. It hath been no small punishment for me to hold my peace all this while. My Cousin is moral before company and counsel's my manners. But now I hope my tongue shall have liberty; and her's my Lady's gentleman to exercise it with. Your little Cousin may stay. How like you the plot? As the end proves it. And since your constancy Hath held out 'gainst my lewd temptations, Which have as well been trials of your virtues As acts of wantonness, I here desist. Henceforth my tongue shall never utter sound Offensive to your modesty.
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PlayCovent Garden
AuthorNabbes, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1638
First performance / composition (Annals)1633
First performance (BritDrama)1634 [Feb] [1633-1634]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1082 · TCP A07971 · DEEP 906
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1317–1381 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 35 in this edition
Length492 words · 618 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.835
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Alas Sir, an old man raise a Gentleuman. We have a father (Brother) to whose care We owe another dutie, then that onely Which Nature hath injoyn'd us for receiving Our beings from him. Let not our rash wills Sway'd onely by desire, run any course Agrees not with his liking: Yet I'le tell The Gentleman how much he owes your love For thus commending him. How now Sir Generous? Courting my woman? am not I warme enough To thaw your frozen appetite? Truly Sir, if my Lady knew how much I lov'd you, 'twould make her jealous. Indeed it would not. Revenge should be a remedie. That's my feare. Nay, to her againe; you are not the first That hath abus'd his Lady. Wife, forgoe these fond thoughts, and with care apply your selfe to entertain these gentlemen. I'le to my closet. I want but th' opportunity of their absence, Which I must straight contrive. I am now animated To come the neerest way without more circumstance; And tell you how your beauty and your vertues Have won on my desires to make them yours. I thanke you Sir, and could mine owne eyes see But halfe that worth my Brother sayes is in you, My equall thoughts should answer. What said she Sir? It seemes you did commend me! Yes by my hopes of good, no otherwise Then I desire to have my selfe commended Vpon the like occasion. I must thanke you Sir. I doe interpret it; and have thought upon Another tryall. Let me intreat you Sister To conster my intentions right. Though I Commended him, 'twas onely to distinguish Your passion and your reason. Now I find The latter strongest, that you refuse the love Of one so much defective. How! defective! Brother, my judgement hath as searching eyes Can see the fulnesse of his manly worth Through all the vailes of your detraction. And now to shew how much I doe prefer The freedome of my will before your counsell; I'le tell him I doe love him. Sister, I hope You are not earnest! As earnest as my love; Which since I first beheld him tooke possession Of all my thoughs, though customary nicenesse Restraind me from discovering them; but now— Pray daughter oversee the servants. Mother beshrew your heart, she was in a good eine. But come sir, weel pursue it. It hath beene no small punishment for mee to hold my peace all this while. My Cousin is morall before companie and counsel's my manners. But now I hope my tongue shall have libertie; and her's my Ladies gentleuman to exercise it with. Your little Cousin may stay. How like you the plot? As the end proves it. And since your constancie Hath held out 'gainst my leud temptations, Which have as well beene tryals of your vertues As acts of wantonnesse, I here desist. Henceforth my tongue shall never uttor sound Offensive to your modestie.