Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Unacted unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
How my Lord? your virtue. Will suffer by suspicion if'y express yourself or proud or envious, Melissa, I cannot satisfy your father's Will, Though all were cleared that darks the reasons of it: Be still Fidelios. What the devil ails him? His passions are as various as his clothes; He shifts them daily: only keeps one fashion, And one sad garb. Are you acquainted with Any events that have relation Unto your brother's melancholy? Some I am, But urge not their discovery. I obey whatever you command; and hope my services Will shortly be rewarded. Take th'assurance Of my resolves and promise. Trifle not With courtship now: let's think on bouncing compliments To bid the Soldiers welcome. To the presence, There is their entertainment. We shall see What different things Courtiers and Soldiers be. DId she reveal't herself Candente to you? Or else do you conclude it from some circumstance? In such a cause I would not have credulity Mock itself into error. 'Twas my Lord Her own confession; yet before the Duchess She doth pretend 'twas only an intent To mock my curiosity: but I fear It is too sad a truth. To me most sad, Mine age grows fast upon me; and to have A stain thrown now upon our House, by one So eminent in all appearancies Of good, it makes my wishes haste to meet The sweet peace of my grave: but yet Cardente I am not easy to believe. Nor I. There may be other causes why a Lady Of her pure constitution should be subject To qualms and puling. Is she not in love? That may be it my Lord, and if you could Discover who the man is. Would that help To clear suspicion? All would straight appear In its full truth; her stain, or innocence; For thus my Lord. I know the inclinations Of all the Gallants; which are Goats, which Eunuchs: Now if she doth love any forward youth, One that will thrust his Knife into the meat Before he hath said grace (you can apply it) 'tis so; if not, so. My Italian nature Begins to break her prison, and grow violent; I'll force her sir to tell me. Use no threats, But mild persuasions; such as may become The place: and urge them home before the presence Fills with more number. Here she is. Pray Heaven He do not stab her. Sister are y' in health? I know not brother, would you'd ask a Doctor, A skilful one that hath proved more men mortal, Than a corrupted Vintage, or French Duels: If such a learned man's inspection can Tell the disease which many think I have, But am not sensible thereof myself. You slight my question. Sure it doth deserve No better answer. How do I appear To every curious eye that undertakes The reading of my inside? sure that Lady Hath made you jealous.
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How my Lord? your vertue. Will suffer by suspition if'y expresse Your selfe or proud or envious, Melissa, I cannot satisfie your fathers Will, Though all were clear'd that darkes the reasons of it: Be still Fidelios. What the divell ayles him? His passions are as various as his cloaths; He shifts them daily: onely keepes one fashion, And one sad garbe. Are you acquainted with Any events that have relation Unto your brothers melancholy? Some I am, But urge not their discovery. I obey What ever you command; and hope my services Will shortly be rewarded. Take th'assurance Of my resolves and promise. Trifle not With court-ship now: let's thinke on bouncing complements To bid the Souldiers welcome. To the presence, There is their entertainment. We shall see What different things Courtiers and Souldiers be. DId she reveal't her selfe Candente to you? Or else do you conclude it from some circumstance? In such a cause I would not have credulity Mocke it selfe into errour. 'Twas my Lord Her owne confession; yet before the Dutchesse She doth pretend 'twas onely an intent To mock my curiosity: but I feare It is too sad a truth. To me most sad, Mine age growes fast upon me; and to have A staine throwne now upon our House, by one So eminent in all appearancies Of good, it makes my wishes hast to meete The sweet peace of my grave: but yet Cardente I am not easie to believe. Nor I. There may be other causes why a Lady Of her pure constitution should be subject To qualmes and puling. Is she not in love? That may be it my Lord, and if you could Discover who the man is. Would that helpe To cleare suspition? All would straightappeare In its full truth; her staine, or innocence; For thus my Lord. I know the inclinations Of all the Gallants; which are Goats, which Eunuches: Now if she doth love any forward youth, One that will thrust his Knife into the meate Before he hath said grace (you can apply it) Tis so; if not, so. My Italian nature Begins to breake her prison, and grow violent; I'le force her sir to tell me. Vse no threats, But mild perswasions; such as may become The place: and urge them home before the presence Fills with more number. Here she is. Pray Heaven He doe not stab her. Sister are y' in health? I know not brother, would you'd aske a Doctor, A skilfull one that hath prov'd more men mortall, Then a corrupted Vintage, or French Duells: If such a learned mans inspection can Tell the disease which many thinke I have, But am not sensible thereof my selfe. You slight my question. Sure it doth deserve No better answer. How doe I appeare To every curious eye that undertakes The reading of my inside? sure that Lady Hath made you jealous.