Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Unacted unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Would thou wert Without that noiseful instrument of speech; Or all thy hearers deaf. But that her virtues Carry their perfect lustre, I should almost Suspect the Duchess, for conferring favour Upon so vile a woman. Practice it. 'twill be a perfect trial. Here's Vittorio, And brave Polemici, that are returned With the triumphing Notho. I embrace ye; You're welcome home to peace, We thank your Lordship. 'Tis down right compliment; we Soldiers Are sparing of our words my Lord: blows chiefly Are our discourse. We Courtiers Beneventi Can talk, but seldom fight. That hit you home. How dare you offer to salute the Ladies, Before youhave shifted shirts? sure your Camp laundress Never perfumed your linen. Had you been There Beneventi, 'twould have made your linen Soon want perfuming. soldiers do not use Other perfumes than match and Gunpowder. Were you converted into it Cardente, You'd sweeten their Buff-jerkins. Were I Gunpowder I'd blow you up. You take your servants part. You serve a Lady! Ladies should serve you For your good service to the Duke and State: Oh the men's heads that you cut off, Polemici! The Maidenheads you purchased in our absence! Many a Suburb agent is enriched by't; Though to the loss of your own state and conscience: Ingeniously confess your chief employment. We feign ourselves as virtuous as the Duke, And are as chaste at Court as withered Eunuchs: But when we are at liberty abroad, Ease and high feeding cannot hold out long: Then to't like Monkeys Captain. Sure yourselves Do piddle now and then with Suttlers wives; And are content to praise their tanned complexions For most rich beauties: whilst we Courtiers Ravish delights from lips that taste of Nectar, And think ourselves in Heaven. Whilst we Soldiers After a tedious match, are forced to make The earth our bed without a Pillow, sheets, Or silver warming-pan; start from our sleep At every sound the airs light motion makes, Thinking it an alarm: Return from fight Smeared o'er with blood and sweat, and savourly Take the refreshment of a troubled water; Whose muddy streams our Horses would scarce taste But for necessity: fast till our guts Contract themselves so close they will scarce hold The full digestion of one Lark. Good Captain No more of this discourse; it mortifies me: But now the Wars are ended, you'll turn Courtier! 'Tis quickly learned. You have instructed me, Dissemble first an imitation Of the Duke's virtues; feed high, and be lazy; Next lecherous: is't not so? A great proficient, You'll quickly take Degrees. In the last School We shall outstrip you Courtiers; for observe If any one of you should rival us, And dare to intercept our pleasures, we Can beat you Beneventi, mark me, beat you; And sure the Duke would give us pensions for it, To keep your Goat-ships honest. Witty Soldier, He fits you at all weapons. Yours, the tongue; But that it wants some of your woman's length: he'd hit you otherwise. Peace thus plays with war, And makes it pastime.
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Would thou wert Without that noysefull instrument of speech; Or all thy hearers deafe. But that her vertues Carry their perfect lustre, I should almost Suspect the Dutchesse, for corferring favour Upon so vile a woman. Practice it. Twill be a perfect tryall. Here's Vittorio, And brave Polemici, that are return'd With the triumphing Notho. I embrace yee; Y'are welcome home to peace, We thanke your Lord-ship. 'Tis downe right complement; we Souldiers Are sparing of our words my Lord: blowes chiefly Are our discourse. We Courtiers Beneventi Can talke, but seldome fight. That hit you home. How dare you offer to salute the Ladies, Before y'have shifted shirts? sure your Campe Laund resse Never perfum'd your linnen. Had you bin There Beneventi, 'twould have made your linnen Soone want perfuming. Souldiers doe not use Other perfumes than match and Gun-powder. Were you converted into it Cardente, You'ld sweeten their Buffe-jerkins. Were I Gun-powder I'ld blow you up. You take your servants part. You serve a Lady! Ladies should serve you For your good service to the Duke and State: Oh the mens heads that you cut off, Polemici! The Maiden-heads you purchast in our absence! Many a Suburbe agent is inricht by't; Though to the losse of your owne state and conscience: Ingeniously confesse your chiefe imployment. We feigne our selves as vertuous as the Duke, And are as chast at Court as wither'd Eunuches: But when we are at liberty abroad, Ease and high feeding cannot hold out long: Then to't like Monkeyes Captaine. Sure your selves Doe piddle now and then with Suttlers wives; And are content to praise their tann'd complexions For most rich beauties: whilst we Courtiers Ravish delights from lipps that tast of Nectar, And thinke our selves in Heaven. Whilst we Souldiers After a tedious match, are forst to make The earth our bed without a Pillow, sheets, Or silver warming-pan; start from our sleepe At every sound the ayres light motion makes, Thinking it an alarme: Returne from fight Smear'd o're with blood and sweat, and savourly Take the refreshment of a troubled water; Whose muddy streames our Horses would scarce tast But for necessity: fast till our guts Contract themselves so close they will scarce hold The full digestion of one Larke. Good Captaine No more of this discourse; it mortifies me: But now the Wars are ended, you'l turne Courtier! 'Tis quickly learnt. You have instructed me, Dissemble first an imitation Of the Dukes vertues; feed high, and be lazie; Next leacherous: is't not so? A great proficient, You'l quickly take Degrees. In the last Schoole We shall out-strip you Courtiers; for observe If any one of you should rivall us, And dare to intercept our pleasures, we Can beate you Beneventi, marke me, beate you; And sure the Duke would give us pensions for it, To keepe your Goat-ships honest. Witty Souldier, He fits you at all weapons. Yours, the tongue; But that it wants some of your womans length: Hee'ld ht you otherwise. Peace thus playes with war, And makes it pastime.