Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Unacted T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.90 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Sir 'twas from your example, You urged it not as an ambition; If your desires were humble, mine were so: I prefer safety sir as well as you, Before the flattering dangers that are incident To th'other. You have misinterpreted A modest fear, an absolute denial. Besides; how unbecoming 'tis t' accept A pressed consent with greediness; it argues Desire without desert: but since you are So nicely moral, by myself I will Advance myself. The Duchess bed will be An honour I ne'er thought of. How sir! you Marry the Duchess? Hath your greatness taught you To practise scorn on me? or are you swollen With an unnatural envy? I shall hatch Practices 'bove your reach; and teach your sister T'obey as well as love: 'tis not your humour But my command that must dispose of her: Nor will I ask your leave to have the Duchess. Be what you are, and keep your PRINCE's love: Youhave almost lost a father's. How he stands? Some wanton lobby Lady sure hath laid The issue of her pleasures to his charge; For which the old man chid him. I much fear Part of the cause is mine. Two hands in a dish, The right Court Ordinary. Prithee be More serious. Why again dejected thus? I have news for thee Fidelio. Pay the Post. Thou must not have my Sister. Ha? 'tis horror. Then 'tis not honour. She must be disposed of. How? for the Duke? My father so resolves it. Then I have lost— just nothing. Thou profanest A worth, that bids my justice punish thee. She's nothing worth, nor to the purpose, if You have her not. If there be more impart it. I love the Duchess. So do I your Sister. And I love both. How is that Beneventi? Love both? Yes, both alike; that is, love neither. My rival is my father. Mine my Sovereign. Then if I be your second against either, Let the Axe make me first a head less monster; And Surgeons next in public search my parts, To find where treason lay and patricide. What Fates are we two subject to? The worse If you attempt to better them. Fidelio, We will consult a little; I have had Grounds for strong hopes, I'll not be flattered by them; But work with policy. There is within me A war twixt love and duty: one must be Destroyed to quit and set the other free. AManda you look sickly, you were wont To wear a lovely blush upon your cheek, Such as no Art can counterfeit: your eyes Were the Court Stars, at which the amorous gallants Lighted their flames: who but Amanda famed For beauty, and a liveliness of spirit; Your colour's earthy now, your mind unactive: Nor can such accidents without a cause Show their effects. I wish it were communicated. Unto our knowledge.
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Sir 'twas from your example, You urg'd it not as an ambition; If your desires were humble, mine were so: I preferre safety sir as well as you, Before the flattering dangers that are incident To th'other. You have mis-interpreted A modest feare, an absolute deniall. Besides; how unbecomming 'tis t' accept A prest consent with greed inesse; it argues Desire without desert: but since you are So nicely morall, by my selfe I will Advance my selfe. The Dutchesse bed will be An honour I ne're thought of. How sir! you Marry the Dutchesse? Hath your greatnesse taught you To practise scorne on me? or are you swolne With an unnaturall envy? I shall hatch Practices 'bove your reach; and teach your sister T'obey as well as love: 'tis not your humour But my command that must dispose of her: Nor will I aske your leave to have the Dutchesse. Be what you are, and keepe your Princes love: Y'have almost lost a fathers. How he stands? Some wanton lobby Lady sure hath laid The issue of her pleasures to his charge; For which the old man chid him. I much feare Part of the cause is mine. Two hands in a dish, The right Court Ordinary. Prethee bee More serious. Why agen dejected thus? I have newes for thee Fidelio. Pay the Post. Thou must not have my Sister. Ha? 'tis horrour. Then 'tis not honour. She must be dispos'd of. How? for the Duke? My father so resolves it. Then I have lost— Iust nothing. Thou prophan'st A worth, that bids my justice punish thee. She's nothing worth, nor to the purpose, if You have her not. If there be more impart it. I love the Dutchesse. So doe I your Sister. And I love both. How is that Beneventi? Love both? Yes, both alike; that is, love neither. My rivall is my father. Mine my Soveraigne. Then if I be your second against either, Let the Axe make me first a head lesse monster; And Surgeons next in publicke search my parts, To find where treason lay and patricide. What Fates are we two subject to? The worse If you attempt to better them. Fidelio, We will consult a little; I have had Grounds for strong hopes, I'le not be flatter'd by them; But worke with policy. There is within me A warre 'twixt love and duty: one must be Destroy'd to quit and set the other free. AManda you looke sickly, you were wont To weare a lovely blush upon your cheeke, Such as no Art can counterfeit: your eyes Were the Court Stars, at which the amorous gallants Lighted their flames: who but Amanda fam'd For beauty, and a livelinesse of spirit; Your colour's earthy now, your mind unactive: Nor can such accidents without a cause Shew their effects. I wish it were communicated. Unto our knowledge.