Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Covent Garden · chunk 35 of 35

Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 489 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

You are a Country Gentleman; a Gallant out of fashion all the year; but especially at Sessions, and upon high Holidays, when your satin doublet draws away the eyes of the simple, and distracts their devotion almost into Idolatry: giving it more worship than the Heralds ever gave your Ancestors. You intend as I understand to come forth in a new Edition: and when the Mercers and Tailors have new printed you; and that some gentile wit may be read in your Character to marry a Wife in the City. You shall then have a pass sealed upon her by a Courtier; be shipped at Cuckold's haven, and so transported into Cornwall. (Hem, hem.) Now Sir, what are you? never a wise word to answer a Justice? He is my friend Sir; and if you abuse him, you shall not have my daughter Iinny. There is a tempest in her tongue able to shake the foundation of the wisest Justiceship. My Lady Sir. madam, I have heard complaints of your Ladyship, that you rise early every morning before noon, and are ready before night, unless there be a mask at Court. You are likewise a great frequenter of the balls, merely out of charity to the poor Fiddlers. He hits you home Wife. And this is my Lady's Gentleman. Stop your ears Gentlewomen, here's a foul business towards. But you may tell the man, the time and place, though not the manner. Truly Sir, if I am with child, 'tis but with a bottle of Sack. Give it me; I'll keep it. Many a Justice in the City keeps children are none of his own. (Drinks.) A right Sack Justice. And now for you Gentlemen. You are of the wits that give poet's Sack and old Bevers, and vent their conceits in Taverns for your own. Please you Sir, these Gentlemen are my friends. How's that! a Justice take bribes! the example is too frequent, and I will have it mended. You begin now to overdo. Bribes have purchased more than the whole race of Aldermen since Lud's time. You are bitter now: 'tis time to resign. 'Tis time indeed, when I will not take bribes to be a Justice Quondam. When Wit makes not abuse its exercise, The users of it then are truly wise: But 'tis a foolish Vanity, not Wit, When Conscience bounds are broke to practise it. you've Ave seen a Play, wherein was no disguise; No Wedding; no improbable device: But all an easy matter, and contained Within the time of action. 'Tis arraigned; And doubtful stands before your judgements bar, Expecting what your several censures are. Some that pretend commission to the Stage, As th'only Cato's of this Critic Age; Condemning all not done by imitation, Because this new Play hath a new foundation we fear will cry it down: our hope is then That your fair hands will raise it up again.
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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 1527–1560 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 35 in this edition
Length489 words · 651 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.779
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)
You are a Countrey Gentleman; a Gallant out of fashion all the yeare; but especially at Sesions, and upon high Holi-dayes, when your sattin doublet drawes away the eyes of the simple, aud distracts their devotion almost into Idolatry: giving it more worship then the Heraulds ever gave your Auncestors. You intend as I understand to come forth in a new Edition: and whe the Mercers and Tailors have new printed you; and that some gentile wit may be read in your Character to marry a Wife in the City. You shall then have a passe sealed upon her by a Courtier; be ship't at Cuckolds haven, and so transported into Cornwall. (Hem, hem.) Now Sir, what are you? never a wise word to answere a Justice? He is my friend Sir; and if you abuse him, you shall not have my daughter Iinny. There is a tempest in her tongue able to shake the foundation of the wisest Justice-ship. My Ladie Sir. Madame, I have heard complaints of your Ladiship, that you rise early every morning before noone, and are readie before night, unlesse there bee a maske at Court. You are likewise a great frequenter of the balls, meerely out of charitie to the poore Fidlers. He hits you home Wife. And this is my Ladies Gentleuman. Stop your eares Gentlewomen, here's a foule businesse towards. But you may tell the man, the time and place, though not the manner. Truely Sir, if I am with child, but with a bottle of Sack. Give it me; I'le keepe it. Many a Justi in the City keepes children are none of his owne. (Drinks.) A right Sack Justice. And now for you Gentlemen. You are of the wits that give Poets Sack and old Bevers, and vent their conceits in Tavernes for your owne. Please you Sir, these Gentlemen are my friends. How's that! a Justice take bribes! the example is too frequent, and I will have it mended. You begin now to overdoe. Bribes have purchas'd more then the whole race of Adermen since Luds time. You are bitter now: 'tis time to resigne. 'Tis time indeed, when I will not take bribes to be a Justice Quondam. When Wit makes not abuse it's exercise, The users of it then are truely wise: But 'tis a foolish Vanitie, not Wit, When Conscience bounds are broke to practise it. Y' Ave seene a Play, wherein was no disguise; No Wedding; no improable devise: But all an easie matter, and contein'd Within the time of action. 'Tis arraign'd; And doubtfull stands before your judgements barre, Expecting what your severall censures are. Some that pretend commission to the Stage, As th'only Cato's of this Critick Age; Condemning all not done by imitation, Because this new Play hath a new foundation Wee feare will cry it downe: our hope is then That your faire hands will raise it up agen.