Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Beeston's Boys · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Your welfare sir to me Is an inheritance 'bove any state Fortune can bless me with. Which to preserve My knees should grow fast to some hallowed pavement, Till mine own dissolution, and no thoughts Busy my mind but prayers. Sir consider The difference twixt your disability, And her so hopeful fruitfulness. T' increase And propagate was the best end of marriage. Then if the means be wanting, the end cannot Be perfected: and some in scruple stick not To call it sin. More urging! when I am dead Thou shalt have her too. Ha! dost startle at it? Why that would make even your ashes infamous. And tempt the idle gazers on't to scratch Libels upon your Marble. 'Twould be construed That she in youthful heat longing for what Your cold defects denied her, had enjoyed me To lustful satisfaction, when she should Have warmed your bed, and after married me To prevent farther rumor. Nay sir more. Hath she not settled her desire already Upon some one of more proportioned years? 'Twere rare if such a beauty of that growth, Should have her maiden thoughts untouched with th' appetite Of what instinct doth teach, though she were barred Even all converse, so much as not to know The difference of a sex. A causeless jealousy she's noted to have more perfections Lodged in her rich mind, than the outward structure Though beautiful doth promise: she inherits Her Parents virtues, and her education Hath been their only care. I know she's free From the lest thought may stain her purity. Therefore no more. Is my Bride yet come Cosen? Not yet sir. monsieur Kickshaw the French Cook's come to prepare dinner. he's welcome; let me see him I'll have the feast seasoned with all variety Of choice delights. To me they will not relish; But like those pills which an unwilling patient Doubting their virtue takes, and turns the medicine Into a worse disease. monsieur you are welcome. Me tank you monsieur. I presume you'll show your best cunning. Me make you de French dish; de pulpatone; de frigasie; de gran Kickeshaw an de kickshaw royal; de macaroon: and two tree dozen ting more for your wedding. Pray Cosin take him first into the cellar. Remerce monsieur. Me drink two tree cup a your Claret a your vite vine sall make a me lusty. I shall thankfully consider your pains. monsieur ven o' me work is done, you give a me leave to dance two tree four dance, an kiss a devench two tree four time. Oh de French man love a de fine vench vary well. You be de old man monsieur, and you love a de young vench: me make your de dish sall get sis Child. Too many on conscience. If de madam love me, me get twenty. To your business good monsieur. Dat be good business, better den go to my work.
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Your welfare sir to me Is an inheritance 'bove any state Fortune can blesse me with. Which to preserve My knees should grow fast to some hallowed pavement, Till mine own dissolution, and no thoughts Busie my minde but prayers. Sir consider The difference 'twixt your disabilite, And her so hopefull fruitfullnesse. T' increase And propagate was the best end of marriage. Ten if the meanes be wanting, the end cannot Be perfected: and some in scruple stick not To call it sinne. More urging! when I am dead Thou shalt have her too. Ha! do'st startle at it? Why that would make even your ashes infamous. And tempt the idle gazers on't to scratch Libells upon your Marble. 'Twould be construed That shee in youthfull heat longing for what Your cold defects deni'd her, had enjoyd me To lustfull satisfaction, when she should Have warm'd your bed, and after married me To prevent farther rumor. Nay sir more. Hath she not setled her desire already Upon some one of more proportion'd yeares? 'Twere rare if such a beauty of that growth, Should have her mayden thoughts untoucht with th' appetite Of what instinct doth teach, though she were barr'd Even all converse, so much as not to know The difference of a sex. A causles jelousy Shee's noted to have more perfections Lodg'd in her rich minde, then the outward structure Though beautifull doth promise: she inherits Her Parents vertues, and her education Hath been their only care. I know shee's free From the lest thought may stayne her purity. Therefore no more. Is my Bride yet come Cosen? Not yet sir. Mounsieur Kickshaw the French Cook's come to prepare dinner. Hee's welcome; let me see him I'le have the feast season'd with all variety Of choice delights. To me they will not relish; But like those pills which an unwilling patient Doubting their vertue takes, and turnes the medicine Into a worse disease. Mounsieur you are welcome. Me tank you Mounsieur. I presume you'l shew your best cunning. Me make you de French dish; de pulpatone; de frigasie; de gran Kickeshaw an de kickeshaw royall; de macarrone: and two tree dozen ting more for your wedding. Pray Cosin take him first into the cellar. Remerce Mounsieur. Me drinke two tree cup a your Claret a your vite vine sall make a me lusty. I shall thankfully consider your paines. Mounsieur ven a me vark is done, you give a me leave to dance two tree foure dance, an kisse a devench two tree foure time. Oh de French man love a de fine vench vary well. You be de old man Mounsieur, and you love a de young vench: me make your de dish sall get sis Childe. Too many on conscience. If de Madame love me, me get twenty. To your businesse good Mounsieur. Dat be good businesse, better den go to my vark.