Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Beeston's Boys · Phoenix/Cockpit T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.85 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
May not I pass? Not through me sir, unless you were a Blade; the fraternity may claim some privilege. Then arm me Justice. Hold, for heaven's sake hold. Thy life! I scorn it: 'tis too base to pay A satisfaction; she must be redeemed At a far higher rate. My wishes issue In all things yet. Are you much hurt sir? A scratch or so. If the rest scape no better, I shall believe there is more valour in some, then what's only shown at a Finsbury muster. Your aid master Raven, or we shall have murder done. The young gentleman sir, the young gentleman— I hope so, if my plot succeeds. This was an unlooked business thrust upon me. But I must practise my hypocrisy With best art; else suspicion may discover. The guilt that's in me. Sure he's dead by this time, Unless his skin be proof against their points. If one of them should fall, and he escape The rest I will suborn to make his life The laws. Thus villainy like a pregnant mother From the success of one begets another. Hold hold; I am hurt. I bleed too. If my sword had had a point, I had paid him home. I beseech you sir be pacified. Sir if your house be a place privileged For such abuses, it must be informed of, That law may punish it. But for these shadows, Mockshapes of valour; 'twere it not for staining My innocent hands, I would compel your souls Black as they are to give me satisfaction As ye expire them. Prithee sweet no more; 'tis well th' art safe. We do acknowledge an error sir; and for satisfaction sir and to preserve peace, our weapons shall be delivered up to the Master of the house. Mischief upon their baseness; how are they Declined from men! I hoped one desperate thrust Or stroke ere this had sent him to his quiet, And cut off farther labour to contrive it; It racks my invention. Yet I cannot rise To what I aim at but by his ruin. We hope you'll do the like sir. If I were confident of safety. But you must give me leave being one that can Command myself and passion. This with me Serves as an instrument of peace, and may Fright an intended mischief from me. Good sir Retain their weapons as you'll answer it At your own peril. Surely Mr. Raven, you were mistaken; this is no wench. Baffled and hurt! we may revenge it sir. Ye properties of men, made up of rags And outside only, shoot your threats at those That fear the bubbles. Think not here to triumph As o'er your easy gulls, that must redeem Their safeties from the danger of your furies, By battering down with th' engine of their purse Some sconce your drunken valour in a tavern Hath built with sack. So sir.
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488 words · 613 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.848 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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May not I passe? Not through me sir, unlesse you were a Blade; the fraternity may claime some privildege. Then arme me Justice. Hold, for heavens sake hold. Thy life! I scorn it: 'tis too base to pay A satisfaction; she must be redeem'd At a far higher rate. My wishes issue In all things yet. Are you much hurt sir? A scratch or so. If the rest scape no better, I shall beleeve there is more valour in some, then what's onely shown at a Finsbury muster. Your ayd master Raven, or we shall have murder done. The young gentleman sir, the young gentleman— I hope so, if my plot succeeds. This was an unlookt businesse thrust upon me. But I must practise my hipocrisie With best art; else suspition may discover. The guilt that's in me. Sure he's dead by this time, Unlesse his skin be proof against their points. If one of them should fall, and he escape The rest I will suborne to make his life The lawes. Thus villany like a pregnant mother From the successe of one begets another. Hold hold; I am hurt. I bleed too. If my sword had had a point, I had payd him home. I beseech you sir be pacified. Sir if your house be a place priviledg'd For such abuses, it must be inform'd of, That law may punish it. But for these shadows, Mockshapes of valour; were it not for stayning My innocent hands, I would compell your soules Black as they are to give me satisfaction As ye expire them. Prethee sweet no more; Tis well th' art safe. We do acknowledge an error sir; and for satisfaction sir and to preserve peace, our weapons shall be deliver'd up to the Master of the house. Mischiefe upon their basenesse; how are they Declin'd from men! I hop't one desperate thrust Or stroake e're this had sent him to his quiet, And cut off farther labor to contrive it; It racks my invention. Yet I cannot rise To what I ayme at but by his ruine. We hope you'l do the like sir. If I were confident of safety. But you must give me leave being one that can Command my selfe and passion. This with me Serves as an instrument of peace, and may Fright an intended mischiefe from me. Good sir Retaine their weapons as you'l answer it At your own perill. Surely Mr. Raven, you were mistaken; this is no wench. Baffled and hurt! we may revenge it sir. Ye properties of men, made up of rags And outside onely, shoot your threats at those That feare the bubbles. Think not here to triumph As o're your easie guls, that must redeem Their safties from the danger of your furies, By battering downe with th' engine of their purse Some sconch your drunken valour in a taverne Hath built with sack. So sir.