Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Unacted T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.87 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Did ever father yet command his Children To be incestuous! is your reason perfect? This shows distraction. All depends upon it; And Heaven knows 'tis lawful: Therefore be Sudden in thy resolves. What fit hath seized him? The lady's eyes have shot some wanton fire Into his heart: my Lord. Polemici I have heard wonders, and your bosoms shall Partake the secret, so you'll keep it safe: 'Tis of high consequence. They are the same Safe Closets you have trusted. You'd not envy me If I were Duke. We should not sure unless It made you proud. But dare your valours aid me In the design? Why what disloyal devil Hath put these thoughts into you? have we saved Our throats from cutting by the enemy To feel the hangman's Axe? why how dare you Cherish such vain ambition? if you should Marry the Duchess, she must have no son first: And then 'tis doubtful whether the election Will be conferred on you. There are more worthies That hold as good opinion in the state. But say it be my rig I never studied Your Genealogy so much, to find How there might be relation; if there's any Let it appear. You shall know more hereafter; Strange mysteries in fortunes hidden lie, Cannot be judged of by a common eye. 'TIs an unkindness thus to be reserved, And hide the causes of your discontent: The privilege of friendship should be larger; And not confined to any weak respects That bound its limits. I should not conceal My secretest sins from you, but for the scandal. Fidelio, I am lost in such a mist Of doubts and error, all my reasons faculties Cannot instruct my knowledge how to find A way that leads to truth, If any counsel My weak abilities can aid you with May be thought useful— Urge it not Fidelio; To know and not to remedy increaseth The suffering more. My love would not interpret Neglect or jealousy to be the cause Of these expressions; if you do suspect it, I then may ground a fear you have declined Your wonted purity: and through the guilt Of some foul act makes shame o'er sway your reason, You do enforce your blushing soul to be Th' unwilling prison of so vile an evil You dare not give it liberty. This is Such an extreme Fidelio, I should rather Admit of flattery then to be taxed thus. Time and your nearness to me might have taught Your knowledge, something by observing me, And how my courses tended: There was never The coarseness in my humour, that it pleased me To hear myself commended: but the life Of honour being wounded by detraction, Or any false aspersion, 'twere a sin Equal to guilt should I neglect to cure it By any testimony; though it forced me To Praise myself, above all the degrees Of moderation: Therefore good Fidelio Neither be partial to me, nor let weakness Interpret any private act of mine From common rumour: such an even temper Would make our friendship lasting.
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Did ever father yet command his Children To be incestious! is your reason perfect? This shewes distraction. All depends upon it▪ And Heaven knowes 'tis lawfull: Therefore be Suddaine in thy resolves. What fit hath seaz'd him? The Ladies eyes have shot some wanton fire Into his heart: my Lord. Polemici I have heard wonders, and your bosomes shall Partake the secret, so you'l keepe it safe: 'Tis of high consequence. They are the same Safe Closets you have trusted. You'ld not envy me If I were Duke. We should not sure unlesse It made you proud. But dare your valours aide me In the designe? Why what disloyall divell Hath put these thoughts into you? have we sav'd Our throates from cutting by the enemy To feele the Hang-mans Axe? why how dare you Cherish such vaine ambition? if you should Marry the Dutchesse, she must have no sonne first: And then 'tis doubtfull whether the election Will be conferr'd on you. There are more worthies That hold as good opinion in the state. But say it be my rig I never studied Your Genealogy so much, to find How there might be relation; if there's any Let it appeare. You shall know more hereafter; Strange misteries in fortunes hidden lye, Cannot be judg'd of by a common eye. 'TIs an unkindnesse thus to be reserv'd, And hide the causes of your discontent: The priviledge of friendship should be larger; And not confin'd to any weake respects That bound its limits. I should not conceale My secret'st sinnes from you, but for the scandall. Fidelio, I am lost in such a mist Of doubts and errour, all my reasons faculties Cannot instruct my knowledge how to find A way that leades to truth, If any counsell My weake abilities can ayde you with May be thought usefull— Vrge it not Fidelio; To know and not to remedy increaseth The suffering more. My love would not interpret Neglect or jealousie to be the cause Of these expressions; if you doe suspect it, I then may ground a feare you have declin'd Your wonted purity: and through the guilt Of some foule act makes shame o're sway your reason, You doe enforce your blushing soule to be Th' unwilling prison of so vile an evill You dare not give it liberty. This is Such an extreame Fidelio, I should rather Admit of flattery then to be taxt thus. Time and your neerenesse to me might have taught Your knowledge, something by observing me, And how my courses tended: There was never The coursenesse in my humour, that it pleas'd me To heare my selfe commended: but the life Of honour being wounded by detraction, Or any false aspersion, 'twere a sin Equall to guilt should I neglect to cure it By any testimony; though it forc'd me To Praise my selfe, above all the degrees Of moderation: Therefore good Fidelio Neither be partiall to me, nor let weakenesse Interpret any private act of mine From common rumour: such an even temper Would make our friendship lasting.