Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Unacted T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.83 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Your beauty, Madam, Is in that freshness yet, that were I warmed In your fair bosom, all the frost that hangs Upon these hairs would quickly be dissolved, And a new spring of liveliness and strength Quicken this cold and passive earth that holds, An Icy soul within it. You'd restore me To my best youth again. This love hath taught you The long neglected practice of your Courtship: Forbear it, good my Lord, my griefs are yet Unapt for flattery. Then give me leave To speak in plainness my desires, that are You would admit me to your sweet embraces In lawful fellowship. You'd satisfy My longing passions, and your son's request, And pay those services that I have done you; Which some might but myself dare not presume To call desert. Your faithful servants Have been rewarded with degrees of honour, And I expect your gratitude. I never Discovered such ambition in your temper, Which always seemed to level its just aim At fair equality. Then good my Lord Consider your attempts, and how they make Your virtues much suspected. If you dare Call it a pride that I seek such addition, Know there's no substance now depends upon Your empty title which can make a difference, But I will reconcile it by my merit, I am not so inferior to be checked; Nor weak in power, but that I can revenge A scorn that is dishonourable. Do not Add to your ills Corvino. This had sense As if it did imply you would not owe A Duty to me now: or that you meant Some treacherous discovery. Take heed Of base ingratitude, 'twill slain your fame (which good men call their life) with such a Leprosy, As time can never cleanse it from. I then Must count myself refused. Yes for a husband. I must prepare for heaven: Nor shall I ever Admit of new desires whilst the loved memory Of my dead Lord presents itself. Your Pardon. Only you may consider, 'twas his will Melissa should be Dutchess. Not without The free election of my son, who now Leaves it to time and counsel. Thus you still Show your ambition. Dearest Spurio welcome, Let us go take the air. Your graces leave To have some conference with him. When 'tis ended Attend us in the garden. Stay Melissa Son I would urge your duty to reveal What 'tis disturbs you. I by observation Have noted odd expressions in your looks, Your words, and actions, since the late Duke's death, That argue there's within some strange distemper Of your best parts, counsel must rectify. I challenge from my interest the will And power to give it. How can I discover What I yet know no? you must satisfy yourself, and your own suppositions, Even by yourself. If you have framed conjectures From any outward Characters that may Express an inward perturbation, Propose and i'll reveal it.
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Your beauty, Madam, Is in that freshnesse yet, that were I warm'd In your faire bosome, all the frost that hangs Vpon these haires would quickly be dissolv'd, And a new spring of livelinesse and strength Quicken this cold and passive earth that holds, An Icy soule within it. You'ld restore me To my best youth agen. This love hath taught you The long neglected practice of your Court-ship: Forbeare it, good my Lord, my griefes are yet Vnapt for flattery. Then give me leave To speake in plainnesse my desires, that are You would admit me to your sweet embraces In lawfull fellowship. You'ld satisfie My longing passions, and your sonnes request, And pay those services that I have done you; Which some might but my selfe dare not presume To call desert. Your faithfull servines Have beene rewarded with degrees of honour, And I expect your gratitude. I never Discover'd such ambition in your temper, Which alwaies seem'd to levell its just aime At faire equality. Then good my Lord Consider your attempts, and how they make Your vertues much suspected. If you dare Call it a pride that I seek such addition, Know there's no substance now depends upon Your empty title which can make a difference, But I will reconcile it by my merit, I am not so inferiour to be check't; Nor weake in power, but that I can revenge A scorne that is dishonourable. Doe not Adde to your ills Corvino. This had sence As if it did imply you would not owe A Duty to me now: or that you meant Some treacherous discovery. Take heede Of base ingratitude, 'twil slaine your fame (which good men call their life) with such a Leprosie, As time can never cleanse it from. I then Must count my selfe refus'd. Yes for a husband. I must prepare for heaven: Nor shall I ever Admit of new desires whilst the lov'd memory Of my dead Lord presents it selfe. Your Pardon. Onely you may consider, 'twas his will Melissa should be Dutehesse. Not without The free election of my sonne, who now Leaves it to time and counsaile. Thus you still Shew your ambition. Dearest Spurio welcome, Let us goe take the ayre. Your graces leave To have some conference with him. When 'tis ended Attend us in the garden. Stay Melissa Sonne I would urge your duty to reveale What 'tis disturbes you. I by observation Have noted odde expressions in your lookes, Your words, and actions, since the late Dukes death, That argue there's within some strange distemper Of your best parts, counsaile must rectifie. I challenge from my interest the will And power to give it. How can I discover What I yet know no? you must satisfie Your selfe, and your owne suppositions, Even by yourselfe. If you have fram'd conjectures From any outward Characters that may Expresse an inward perturbation, Propose and i'se reveale it.