Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Unacted T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.89 · 480 words
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And before the Duchess Lay open all. Nay then farewell sweet Ladies. She's gone, and we are free, and now Amanda Let lose thy thoughts; for all are here imprisoned Thou shalt command releasement. Oh Melissa I love thy brother, and my virgin flame Grows every hour more violent. Oh Amanda I love thy brother, and my virgin flame Grows every hour more violent. You mock me With echoing back my words. I speak a truth Although with blushes: If your anguish grow From that sweet passion, how our even states Hang in the balance? All my hopes are lost, In that the Duchess favours him so much; My jealousies can point no other end out, Than their uniting in that fellowship My wishes covet. Have not I like doubts? The Duke rivals Fidelio; and my father Urgeth unwilling honours, which my fears Dare not attempt to reach at. I had rather Sleep in the sweet embraces of thy brother, Then be advanced to greatness that will make me The object of men's envy. Here's the Duchess, we'll hear you straight Corvino. Fie Amanda, Have all your seeming virtues lost themselves In one foul stain? Madam let me prevent Th' abusing of your faith: my honour suffers In nothing but a counterfeit of that, With which I mocked her curiosity, That else refused all satisfaction; And in't betrayed herself to the discovery Of such an inclination, as to think on't Renews the blushes which you say my cheeks So late have lost. Nay, Madam, I made show Of any thing that might discover her: Told her I had been privy to such cases, And many a Lady's fall. Enough Cardente. But let not such things be your sport hereafter. Jealousy is a spirit which once raised, Will hardly be commanded down again; And honour is a substance too too nice To play withal I dare expose myself To th' trial of her jury. Urge no more; You are believed Amanda. Now my Lord We give you hearing. Madam, I would whisper The secrets of my soul. Withdraw Cardente. Madam, if ought appear an error in me, Condemn it not with too severe a sentence, Till I have pleaded my excuse. I love you: The general graces of your mind and person, In this my settled age hath raised high flames: Which cherished by your favour will preserve me, Or quite consume me, if they waste themselves In your disdain. The disproportion We wear in outward titles, makes me fear You will refuse consent: and yet I hope (Not urging the Duke's favour) you'll allow My suit consideration, and your answer. My Lord Corvino you have honoured me In your opinion; putting such a gloss On my defects, that I appear more worthy Than really I am. My age is subject To those decays, that render the unfit For amorous delights.
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And before the Dutchesse Lay open all. Nay then farewell sweet Ladies. She's gone, and we are free, and now Amanda Let loose thy thoughts; for all are here imprison'd Thou shalt command releasement. Oh Melissa I love thy brother, and my virgin flame Growes every houre more violent. Oh Amanda I love thy brother, and my virgin flame Growes every houre more violent. You mocke me With ecchoing backe my words. I speake a truth Although with blushes: If your anguish grow From that sweet passion, how our even states Hang in the ballance? All my hopes are lost, In that the Dutchesse favours him so much; My jealousies can point no other end out, Then their uniting in that fellowship My wishes covet. Have not I like doubts? The Duke rivalls Fidelio; and my father Urgeth unwilling honours, which my feares Dare not attempt to reach at. I had rather Sleepe in the sweet embraces of thy brother, Then be advanc'd to greatnesse that will make mee The object of mens envy. Here's the Dutchesse, Wee'l heare you straight Corvino. Fye Amanda, Have all your seeming vertues lost themselves In one foule staine? Madam let me prevent Th' abusing of your faith: my honour suffers In nothing but a counterfeit of that, With which I mockt her curiosity, That else refus'd all satisfaction; And in't betray'd herselfe to the discovery Of such an inclination, as to thinke on't Renewes the blushes which you say my cheekes So late have lost. Nay, Madam, I made shew Of any thing that might discover her: Told her I had beene privy to such cases, And many a Ladyes fall. Enough Cardente. But let not such things be your sport hereafter. Jealousie is a spirit which once rais'd, Will hardly be commanded downe agen; And honour is a substance too too nice To play withall I dare expose my eslfe To th' tryall of her jury. Uge no more; You are believ'd Amanda. Now my Lord We give you hearing. Madam, I would whisper The secrets of my soule. Withdraw Cardente. Madam, if ought appeare an errour in me, Condemne it not with too severe a sentence, Till I have pleaded my excuse. I love you: The generall graces of your minde and person, In this my setled age hath rais'd high flames: Which cherisht by your favour will preserve me, Or quite consume me, if they waste themselves In your disdaine. The disproportion We weare in outward titles, makes me feare You will refuse consent: and yet I hope (Not urging the Dukes favour) you'le allow My suit consideration, and your answer. My Lord Corvino you have honour'd mee In your opinion; putting such a glosse On my defects, that I appeare more worthy Then really I am. My age is subject To those decayes, that render the unfit For a morous delights.