Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Unacted T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
OUr Mourning's ended, and the Court again Looks like the Morning, when the Eastern air Is painted with a mixture of her blushes, And the sun's golden glory. So it should: Great Princes Death's but like a short Eclipse Darken the Orbs they lighted, till another Spreads his succeeding beams: We have his son, As full of hope as ever promised state A happiness; and now he's risen, we Shall gaze, and glad ourselves as cheerfully In his warm favours, as in those, which time So lately dispossessed us of. I shall not Court them with any flattery. His temper Is virtuous, Beneventi: He'll admit Of no such practice; and his minion too, The noble Spurio, such a rare example Of a good great man. That's your partiality, Because he is your friend. Wrong not th' integrity Of what is real in me. By my hopes Of a fair memory, there's not a charm In greatness hath the Magic power to sway My reason with affection, but true merit, That binds me. I ne'er couched unto the humours Of any great one yet; or styled myself Th'admirer of his virtues, if they were not The true steps so his raising. Sure the Duchess Affects him with a more than common favour; As if there were some secret interest That yet scapes public knowledge. Be not jealous: 'tis the rude people's vice. In our pure difference There should be nobler thoughts. You love his sister. Yes Beneventi: can my wishes covet A greater honour? Here's your friend, the favourite: He'll pay his sister's portion in some Office Begged of the Duke; and with the Dowry which His Father gives her buy himself sweet pleasures; Or a new glorious wardrobe. How he stands? As if some frowns of the new Duke dejected him, And made him fear a fall. thouart too severe And Cynical. This bitterness might move Another spleen: but prithee Beneventi Do not presume on privilege. A friend Shares so much of myself, he cannot suffer, But I am sensible by a consent And an affinity of parts. I'll honour him At your commands. My honoured Lord why thus? Fidelio, welcome to mine eyes; thy presence, Like Sunshine, hath illuminated my dark soul, Clouded with melancholy. What's the cause? You flow in honours. Oh Fidelio, Be not too curious: shouldst thou know my sufferings, Thy Physic cannot cure them. Beneventi! My friend, my Lord. Then mine. My friends must be Like Chains, the first link leads on his dependants. Instruct me how, then use me. I shall study A grateful service. Pray do not conceal What's your disturbance. By communicating You'll lessen something of the suffering, In making me partaker. I shall add to't. We shall be like two neighbour buildings, when A flame proceeding from the one hath seized The others roof, it makes the burning greater. Friend let me suffer, be thou free.
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OUr Mourning's ended, and the Court agen Lookes like the Morning, when the Easterne ayre Is painted with a mixture of her blushes, And the Suns golden glory. So it should: Great Princes Death's but like a short Eclipse Darken the Orbes they lighted, 'till another Spreads his succeeding beames: We have his sonne, As full of hope as ever promis'd state A happinesse; and now he's risen, we Shall gaze, and glad our selves as cheerefully In his warme favours, as in those, which time So lately dispossest us of. I shall not Court them with any flattery. His temper Is vertuous, Beneventi: He' le admit Of no such practice; and his minion too, The noble Spurio, such a rare example Of a good great man. That's your partiality, Because he is your friend. Wrong not th integrity Of what is reall in me. By my hopes Of a faire memory, there's not a charme In greatnesse hath the Magicke power to sway My reason with affection, but true merit, That bindes me. I ne're coucht unto the humours Of any great one yet; or stil'd my selfe Th'admirer of his vertues, if they were not The true steps so his raising. Sure the Dutchesse Affects him with a more than common favour; As if there were some secret interest That yet scapes publick knowledge. Be not jealous: Tis the rude peoples vice. In our pure difference There should be nobler thoughts. You love his sister. Yes Beneventi: can my wishes covet A greater honour▪ Here's your friend, the favourite: He'le pay his sisters portion in some Office Beg'd of the Duke; and with the Dowery which His Father gives her buy himselfe sweet pleasures; Or a new glorious ward-robe. How he stands? As if some frownes of the new Duke dejected him, And made him feare a fall. Th'art too severe And Cynicall. This bitternesse might move Another spleene: but prethee Beneventi Doe not presume on priviledge. A friend Shares so much of my selfe, he cannot suffer▪ But I am sensible by a consent And an affinity of parts. Ile honour him At your commands. My honour'd Lord why thus? Fidelio, welcome to mine eyes; thy presence, Like Sun-shine, hath illuminated my darke soule, Clouded with melancholy. What's the cause? You flow in honours. Oh Fidelio, Be not too curious: shouldst thou know my sufferings, Thy Physicke cannot cure them. Beneventi! My friend, my Lord. Then mine. My friends must be Like Chaines, the first linke leads on his dependants. Instruct me how, then use me. I shall study A gratefull service. Pray doe not conceale What's your disturbance. By communicating You'le lessen something of the suffering▪ In making me partaker. I shall adde to't. We shall be like two neighbour buildings, when A flame proceeding from the one hath seiz'd The others roofe, it makes the burning greater. Friend let me suffer, be thou free.