Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Beeston's Boys · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Work a cure (if we can) on the itch in your blood, that hath infected many of our wenches, and made them dangerous to us. Oh diable! que faite vous? He speaks ends out of a puppet play. Help help; de thieves kill me beat me. Peace Monsieur; you shall have a wench presently. Wine, Music, and whilst you in dalliance, meet we'll tread a measure with our nimble feet Shall tempt you to be sportive, if desire Want whetting and renew the active fire. Come wenches. Monsieur there's a she for you. Your meat is paid for; if you lik't fall to. Oh fie fee. De thief, rogue poison me vid de stinking Mackerel. Let's leave him now t'his patience, and go share. And when you want a wench to cool you Monsieur, You know where's those can take your courage down sir. Oh de villain, de Laroone! my for an my money; and de slut leave a varse stink behind her den de Fransh Cook kishin stuff Oh Monsieur help me. Me go to de Constable, and de beadle sall vip for dis. What's here? how came you bound? Not for any good behaviour. De thieves kill me and rob me. Fetch a me cloak, me go to de Justice and his clerk. Fetch a me cloak I say. Presently sir. But now I have released you, who shall pay the reckoning? 'tis five shillings you and your company have had in wine. Oh Diable! me no drink vine: De thief leave me no vine penny. Your cloak then shall be your surety: it shall be forth coming when you please to release it. I say vill have a me cloak. Not till you have paid the reckoning. I am not to take notice of all men's behaviour; if you admit of company and they abuse you, you must suffer for it. I mean not sir to be overreached with any of your French cheats. Is English cheat to send me no vench— but my cloak. Not without the reckoning. Me must den walk in cuerpo. A fashion of your own, and apt to be followed upon the like occasion. Me sall fetch de Magistrate. Even whom you please. My correspondence with these Blades and wenches helps me and themselves to many such purchases; yet still my house is honest. Though many will say, No matter how so they have coming in, And sin thrives best that is maintained by sin. It should be he by the description was made of him. Let us salute him then. If your name be Horten sir? I own no other. We are commended to you by some friends of yours, that request for us your leave to see rarities and antiquities you have, and for which you are so much spoken of abroad in the world. The world I do believe speaks grossly of me; And calls my curiosity in reposing Such things, a prodigal vainess being one That lives by my endeavours: have no state But what my labour purchaseth.
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Worke a cure (if we can) on the itch in your blood, that hath infected many of our wenches, and made them dangerous to us. Oh diable! que faite vous? He speakes ends out of a puppet play. Help help; de teeves kill me beate me. Peace Monsieur; you shall have a wench presently. Wine, Musick, and whilst you in dalliance, meet Wee'l tread a measure with our nimble feet Shall tempt you to be sportive, if desire Want whetting and renew the active fire. Come wenches. Monsieur ther's a she for you. Your meat is paid for; if you lik't fall to. Oh fye fee. De teef, rogue poison me vid de stinking Maquarell. Lett's leave him now t'his patience, and go share. And when you want a wench to coole you Monsieur, You know wher's those can take your courage down sir. Oh de villain, de Laroone! my sor an my money; and de slut leave a varse stinck behind her den de Fransh Cook kishin stuffe Oh Monsieur help me. Me go to de Constable, and de bedle sall vip for dis. What's here? how came you bound? Not for any good behaviour. De tfes kill me and rob me. Fetch a me cloak, me go o de Justice and his clerk. Fetch a me cloak I say. Presently sir. But now I have releast you, who shall pay the reckoning? 'tis five shillings you and your company have had in wine. Oh Diable! me no drink vine: De teefe leave me no vine penny. Your cloak then shall be your surety: it shall be forth comming when you please to release it. I say ill have a me cloak. Not till you have payd the reckoning. I am not to take notice of all mens behaviour; if you admit of company and they abuse you, you must suffer for it. I meane not sir to be overreach't with any of your French cheats. Is English cheat to send me no vench—but my cloak. Not without the reckoning. Me must den valke in quirpo. A fashion of your own, and apt to be followed upon the like occasion. Me sall fetch de Magistrate. Even whom you please. My correspondence with these Blades and wenches helpes me and themselves to many such purchases; yet still my house is honest. Though many will say, No matter how so they have comming in, And sin thrives best that is maintain'd by sin. It should be he by the description was made of him. Let us salute him then. If your name be Horten sir? I own no other. We are commended to you by some friends of yours, that request for us your leave to see rarities and antiquitīes you have, and for which you are so much spoken of abroad in the world. The world I do beleeve speakes grosly of me; And clls my curiosity in reposing Such things, a prodigall vainesse being one That lives by my endeavors: have no state But what my labor purchaseth.