Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Beeston's Boys · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I have played too long With the false shadow of my happiness, And mocked away the substance. By my love Zealous as ever kindled a chaste flame I any maidens brest, I but dissembled To try thy patience, and beget discourse. I am so well confirmed in my opinion Of thy desert, that should a thousand tongues Swollen with detraction, break their tumerous bags, Venting from thence the most corrupted malice That ever made man infamous to me It should be flattering praise. Did you dissemble? Could she who through her eyes conveyed her heart, And the assurance of her best desires When other means were silenced; she that taught My equal passion to interpret looks, Tears, smiles, and read in those dumb characters Her soul, dissemble? or with any counterfeit Disturb his joy that only from her truth Derives it true possession? Jealousy May then be warranted, since 'tis a virtue Noble and masculine when justly grounded. Was not your love dissembled? meant you not To make a property of these proceedings For some ends of your own? Dispose yourself A your will guides you; 'twill but make my life Somewhat more tedious wanting your society: Besides whom I renounce all woman kind. I man besides thee. Do not tempt thy fate Too far beyond a reconciliation With opportunity; as yet it serves. If this day give thee not possession of me Never expect it. I shall find a place To keep out shame. In some chaste fellowship I'll learn to pay religious vows to heaven. And pray since here we cannot, we may be Happy hereafter in eternity. Dissolve not with those tears my passive heart That weeps within me. They will almost tempt me To worse than sacrilege. Anon we will Consult and practise something. By the description he makes of you a gentleman below inquires for you. I was not curious to ask your name, but I know him. My cosin Raven! The same sir. Pray direct him to us. What's your wine sir? When he comes. This is sure some hidebound student, that proportions his expense by his pension; and wencheth at Tottenham court for stewed prunes and cheesecakes. he's not acquainted with the generous way, and I shall have the less scruple to cozen him. Be not so cloudy sweet; our sun of joy May shine at full, and clear those dusky mists; Obscure it for a season. Welcome Cosin Unto our expectation. The wine oye. Anon anon sir: by and by. Cosin the news? how go matters? The tempest's laid, but they are scattered by it. Some to the Tower; to Pancras others run. Noise fills the rooms within, and in the street The rabble is convented; where a jury Of wide mouthed oyster wives, to whom the foreman A one legged ballad singer opens tunably The merry case, not only do acquit you, But prayse the act; and sweare a ballad of i Would out sell all the libels ever yet M. P. subscribed to.
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I have play'd too long With the false shaddow of my happinesse, And mockt away the substance. By my love Zealous as ever kindled a chast flame I any maidens brest, I but dissembled To try thy patience, and beget discourse. I am so well confirm'd in my opinion Of thy desert, that should a thousand tongues Swoln with detraction, break their tum'rou bags, Venting from thence the most corrupted malice That ever made man infamous to me It should be flatt'ring praise. Did you dissemble? Could she who through her eyes conveigh'd her heart, And the assurance of her best desires When other meanes were filenst; she that taugh My equall passion to interpret lookes, Teares, smiles, and read in those dumb characters Her soule, dissemble? or with any counterfet Disturb his joy that only from her truth Derives it true possession? Jealousie May then be warranted, since 'tis a vertue Noble and masculine when justly grounded. Was not your love dissembled? meant you not To make a property of these proceedings For some ends of your own? Dispose your self A ur will guides you; 'twill but make my life Somewhat more tedious wanting your society: Besides whom I renounce all woman kind. I man besides thee. Do not tempt thy fate Too far beyond a reconciliation With opportunity; as yet it serves. If this day give thee not possession of me Never expect it. I shall find a place To keep out shame. In some chast fellowship I'le learn to pay religious vows to heaven. And pray since here we cannot, we may be Happy heareafter in eternity. Dissolve not with those teares my passive heart That weeps within me. They will almost tempt me To worse then sacrilege. Anon we will Consult and practice something. By the description he makes of you a gentleman below enquires for you. I was not curious to aske your name, but I know hi. My cosin Raven! The same sir. Pray' direct him to us. What's your wine sir? When he comes. This is sure some hide-bound student, that proportions his expnce by his pension; and wencheth at Tottenham court for stewed prunes and cheescakes. Hee's not quainted with the generous way, and I shall have the lesse scruple to cosin him. Be not so clowdy sweet; our sun of joy May shine at full, and cleere those dusky mists; Obscure it for a season. Welcome Cosin Unto our expctation. The wine oye. Anon anon sir: by and by. Cosin the news? how go matters? The tempest's layd, but they are scatter'd by it. Some to the Tower; to Pancrace others run. Noise fils the roomes within, and in the street The rabble is convented; where a jury Of wide mouth'd oyster wives, to whom the foreman A one legg'd ballad singer opens tunably The merry case, not onely do acquit you, But prayse the act; and sweare a ballad of i Would out sell all the libells ever yet M. P. subscrib'd to.