Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Unacted unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Unto what good Lady? Your health, your mind; your wits. Why doth your reverence Think I am mad? A little loving frenzy. Delude her importunity with some slight, she'll be a trouble else. Pray think not Ladies This age of mine hath not attained some knowledge From observation. There have been few passages In Court which I have not been privy too. Lady's have fall'n and risen; and their timpanies Have been cured with as secret carriage, As e'er was practised by a suburb Midwife: I have had plots to save a Lady's honour. She hath given me an occasion. Ply it home, we'll raise some mirth from melancholy. Come, You must not be reserved. Might I presume You would be secret. How? suspect Amanda? By my virginity I do believe That Oath will ne'er be broken. Why Melissa? I have been known and known these fifty years, My age hath seen Lords turn cast Ladies of Unto their Pages, and preferment follow; I have known secrets too, and kept them secret Without any Oath. Is't coming yet? 'Tis almost At my tongue's end: but shame— A fig for shame. Perhaps 'tis something cannot be expressed In modest Language. Then I must interpret, And now I see that's it. That! what Cardente? Yes, yes; 'tis so: your eye, your noses sharpness: And here's a sign. Of Virgo I dare swear. Of Gemini: You're subject to strange qualms, Are you not Lady? dare you wear a busk? Are you not quick? methinks it kicks on both sides: You have been at it to some purpose. she Interprets right Melissa. I can do it. She's not the first at Court hath had a clap, And let it be my charge to save her honour; Even the Duchess self— How's that Cardente? Tut I know secrets. And you'll reveal them. How have I fooled myself into a misery, Prevention cannot free me from? committing A secret of such consequence to one Will make my shame the pastime of the Court By her discovery. No such matter Lady, Doubt not a close conveyance; yet I wish You had revealed it sooner: Physic then Might have done much. You'll aid me then Cardente In the concealment? I'll not tell the Duchess. But I will. What sweet Lady? What a creature Warms herself in her bosom, a Court Bawd; A cloth of tissue sentinel. An old coal Raked up in counterfeited sanctity: Thou credulous piece of wickedness, didst think If any wanton forwardness had led me To such a sin as looseness, I would suffer The knowledge of't pass from me? and especially To one suspected for a wicked agent In those base practises, but now discovered. What will you bait me Ladies? Yes, and worry thee; Thou mother of the maids! thouart fitter far To be the Madam regent of the stews, Nay we'll dissect thee.
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Unto what good Lady? Your health, your mind; your wits. Why doth your reverence Thinke I am mad? A little loving frenzie. Delude her importunity with some slight, Shee'le be a trouble else. Pray' thinke not Ladies This age of mine hath not attain'd some knowledge From observation. There have bin few passages In Court which I have not bin privy too. Ladies have falne and risen; and their timpanies Have bin cur'd with as secret carriage, As e're was practis'd by a suburbe Mid-wife: I have had plots to save a Ladies honour. She hath given me an occasion. Ply it home, Wee'le raise some mirth from melancholy. Come, You must not be reserv'd. Might I presume You would be secret. How? suspect Amanda? By my virginity I doe believe That Oath will ne're be broken. Why Melissa? I have bin knowne and knowne these fifty yeares, My age hath seene Lords turne cast Ladies of Unto their Pages, and preferment follow; I have knowne secrets too, and kept them secret Without any Oath. Is't comming yet? 'Tis almost At my tongues end: but shame— A figge for shame. Perhaps 'tis something cannot be exprest In modest Language. Then I must interpret, And now I see that's it. That! what Cardente? Yes, yes; 'tis so: your eye, your noses sharpenesse: And here's a signe. Of Virgo I dare sweare. Of Gemini: Y'are subject to strange qualmes, Are you not Lady? dare you weare a buske? Are you not quicke? me thinks it kicks on both sides: You have bin at it to some purpose. Shee Interprets right Melissa. I can doe it. She's not the first at Court hath had a clap, And let it be my charge to save her honour; Even the Dutchesse selfe— How's that Cardente? Tut I know secrets. And you'le reveale them. How have I fool'd my selfe into a misery, Prevention cannot free me from? committing A secret of such consequence to one Will make my shame the pastime of the Court By her discovery. No such matter Lady, Doubt not a close conveyance; yet I wish You had reveal'd it sooner: Physicke then Might have done much. You'l ayde me then Cardente In the concealement? I'le not tell the Dutchesse. But I will. What sweet Lady? What a creature Warmes her selfe in her bosome, a Court Bawde; A cloth of tissue centinell. An old cole Rak't up in counterfeited sanctity: Thou credulous piece of wickednesse, didst thinke If any wanton forwardnesse had led me To such a sin as loosenesse, I would suffer The knowledge of't passe from me? and especially To one suspected for a wicked agent In those base practises, but now discover'd. What will you baite me Ladies? Yes, and worry thee; Thou mother of the maids! th'art fitter farre To be the Madam regent of the stewes, Nay wee'le dissect thee.