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Covent Garden a pleasant comedie: acted in the yeare, MDCXXXII. By the Queenes Majesties Servants. The author Thomas Nabbes.
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Nabbes, Thomas, 1605?-1645?
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Ring'd in the terror of a thousand Jibbets And executioners I have a point Should finde thy hart out Y. W. But I must tell you sir Seldome high spirits that pursue their honours With earnest flights will stoop at weake respects But prey upon th' opinion of those men That scan their actions tearing their reputations Out of suspitions bowels Hee 's not a Gentle man Will not preserve his honour Artl. Your speech Sir Savours of strange severity My honour Is that part of my selfe without which The man that 's in me can have no subsisting Honour 's the greatest of exteriour goods And must be still pursu'd as the reward Due unto vertue through the greatest dangers Yet fortitude is not the appetite Of formidable things nor inconsult Rashnes but vertue fighting for a truth Deriv'd from knowledge of distinguishing Good or bad causes Thinke me not a Coward Because I am not rash nor through defect Of better counsell doe not resist the force Of will or passion how soe're your jealousie Proceeding from our better thoughts infection Hath beene a provocation And perhaps The love I beare your Sister will appeare Your chiefest safety Y. Wor. In an attempt of right I have more safetie heere then your presences Can arme me with But if you love my Sister It must be honourable and not wanton She will finde Champions else Artl. I must be honourable Those words include a doubt works strangely in me Love must not wrack my reputation Sir I begin to scan the circumstance And conster your intention You would trie me But your temptations have beene too abusive And now my resolution is prepar'd To doe my credit justice Y. W. You will not fight with me that am her Brother Artl. There 's Magick in those words Y. W. I doe presume my Sister will reward you For these expressions She is free to pay Her servants promis'd wages be it kisses Or any other dalliance Artl. What a prophane breath from his blacke mouth flies Would poison all the idolatrous religions That e're aw'd wicked mortalls He is not sure her brother but some impostor That onely counterfeit's his worthier person I could be patient at the lye or Coward Or any thing that can make passion violent But her bright honour staind 's a cause of justice To arme a Nation Draw if th' art a man And with the plea of valour if th' ast any Defend thy errours Draw thy sword Y. W. Not against him that loves my Sister Artl. Is my just anger mock't love made ridiculous Draw lest I make my selfe an Executioner And doe an act of justice on thy guilt Y. W. Never against your bosome where a spirit So truely noble dwel's that hath converted All my faign'd jealousies to usefull love Artl. I am confounded to amazement Y. W. Pray reconcile all your distractions Let not the least distrust abuse your confidence Of what I undertake My Sister 's yours If the advise of me that am her Brother And interested in her good or ill Can be prevailing Artl Then requesting Sir That you 'l presume no more upon the priviledge Of that pure love I beare your vertuous Sister T' admit a jealousie of any action Or thought of mine which tends not unto noblenesse Next unto her my bosome holds you deare And shall doe ever Y. W. So mine the like Thus noble causes Put fire into the spirits of full men Though sometimes seeming valour may arise Through lust or wine from hatefull cowardise Goe forth by the left Scoene Act. 4. Scoen. 1. Enter IERKER and IEFFREY with a Drawer by the left Scoene BOY ANon anon Sir by and by Ier. Some more wine Boy Is Mr. Art love return'd Boy Not yet Sir Ieffrey Poore Gentleman hee 's complaining to the Moone or studying the event of his love in the Starres Mee thinks I could make a counterfeit expression of his passions to the life 〈…〉 Ministresse Of watry light dance no unequall motions On thy foure orbes but quench thy paler fires In Lovers teares that all in constancie May so be drown'd I would I were in love Cousin Ierk. Before you are capable of it Ieffr. Why Cousin is it not defin'd to be youth's folly Indeed all things in Youth are folly Ierk Not so Coz all folly may be in Youth But many times 't is mixt with grave discretion That tempers it to use and make's it judgement Equall if not exceeding that which Palseys Hath almost shaken into a disease But why would you be in love Coz Ieffr. That I might Poetize you know 't is the onely dancing Master to teach the Art of Measures though I have knowne Poets scarce able to stand on their feet Ierk. Then you would write Satyres Coz Ieffr. 'T is your dancing conceit But the Grinkums Cousin cleaves not the feete Enter DASHER Ierk. Mr. Dasher this freenesse hath doubled the favor vizit us of your owne accord Dash. Gentlemen my selfe and all that depends on my selfe or on any thing that hath dependance on my selfe is at your service Ieffr. I should desire your wife then Dash. Sweet young Gentleman you are the Epitome of a faire body and shall command the Commander of my selfe and family I will but present a glasse of Greeke Sacke to the hands of a noble Lord and returne to serve you Exit Ierk. You have a vertue Sir I could wish communicated Ieffr. What 's that Cousin Ierk. To cozzen Cousin Ieffr. And would you learne it Ierk. The Theorie but not the Practicke I converse much in Tavernes and the use should onely be a thrifty prevention Ieffr. As my observation hath taught me somthing in a baudy house where they cannot change money Enter DASHER Dash. Now Gentlemen dispose of your seruant Ierk. Indeed Mr. Dasher our Wine 's naught Dash. How I naught I who drew it name but your drawer he is punish't whilst you pronounce it I 'le not keepe an offensive mouse that eats the crums under my table but shall pay his life to doe you service Exit Ieffr. Why Cousin the Wine 's good Ierk. I onely gave him matter for a complement Ieffr. 'T is pitty to abuse him that is so apt to abuse himselfe But what doe you muse on Cousin Ierk. I am studdying a conceited health Ieffr. Why to the long standing of Banbury May-pole Ierk. No Puritan will pledge that Ieffr. Yes the Good-wives they 'l finde dancing a more wholsome exercise for the body then some of their Doctrines for the Soule The second Scoene Enter ART LOVE and young WORTHY by the left Scoene Ierk. Ar't come friend and Mr. Worthy Y. W. Our mutuall loves Enter DASHER Dash. I am bound to serve you Gentlemen and I wish my roofe were worthier and my disordered houshould order'd to your content Artl. We are bound to thanke your readinesse Dash. Gentlemen your servant will send his servants to wait upon you presently Exit Ierk. What accident brought you two together Artl. The mercie of my Startes but what event Their
take away excesse not the necessity Or use of what 's indifferent and is made Or good or bad by 'ts use We doe not drinke To a distemper and from thence derive Th' originall of mischiefes nor is pleasure Our law but temperance Creation made Every thing good if we abuse it not Then good Sir though you find enormitles Amongst the rabble be not so suspitious Of our more carefull carriage that are gentlemen Sir Gen. You have said to satisfaction And more then I expected Harke you sonne Art I did not think th'adst beene so good an Oratour Ierk. Why friend because wanton familiaritie Make 's us lesse serious when we are alone Must it necessitate we cannot speake In a high cause Cousin you must be carefull Of your behaviour you are before a Iustice Ieffr. Why Cousin have Iustices power over a mans will Ierk. Some busie ones have arrogated much But being told their owne have ever since Given Gentlemen a due respect Ieffr. I 'le make a tryall here Please you a little To put off this severer gravitie And drinke a glasse of Sack Your age is Priviledge In what the law of moderation Denies our hotter blood Sir Gen. Pretty sweet Gentleman Is 't possible That one so young should have so gray a wit 'T is wanting many times in graver beards Please you Mr. Ierker to bring these Gentlemen to my house to supper You 'l find some emptie dishes Ierk. We know your table 's plentifully furnisht Sir Gen. This was very good Sacke neighbour Pray send me home a dozen Bottles And keepe good orders Dash. The best orders that can be kept in my houses or any office of my house shall bee at your Worships service Ieffr. Fogh that complement stinckes Sir Gen. You are very courteous neighbour Will you goe along with me Gentlemen Artl. We are your servants 'T is a blest opportunity Sir Gen. You shall now make tryall of my profest love Ierk. The reckoning M. Dasher Artl. Wee 'l take the Barre in our way Goe forth by the left Scoene Dasher You 'l doe mee honour to pay it there Ten thousand welcomes wait upon you Gentlemen whooh Come sirrah be the Mercury of neatnesse and nimbly set this disorder'd roome in order Then give the gentleman below notice that it is now ready to doe him service Hee 's like to be a bountifull guest He talks of selling his Land and being a Wit but how can that agree together I yes very well A countrey Gentleman to sell his land is as it were to change his copie leave his knowne trade to project a better profit Which changing of Copie here with us ends many times in the citie freehold at Ludgate The fourth Scoene Enter DVNG VVORTH RALPH and DOBSON by the left SCOENE Dash. Worthy Sir I have now made ready a roome to entertaine your worthy person My house was so cramd with Lords and this especially with most choyce gentlemen some of the admired wits to which very name I owe respect and service Ralph 'T is a fine Chamber it shines like a Gold-smiths shop in Cheap-side Dung 'T would much indeere mee to your kindnesse to bring mee acquainted with some of those Wits you say they keepe their rendevous here many times If I may mold my selfe capable I should gladly add to their number Indeed I have had but Countrey breeding Dobs. City bringing up forfooth Ralph Yes for we ridd like mad men Dash. Questionlesse Sir there are of the wits some mercenary ones whom your money may command to be your servants But these are of a nobler straine Howsoever I will upon the next occasion shew my desire to doe you service Dobs. Prethee Ralph what be those Wits A familie Ralph No Dobson they be of all tribes Some are Iewes and some are Gentiles Some are noble both in blood and condition and some in neither Some studie Arts of use some of delight some conceive well but talke wickedly Dobs. Those be the Women Ralph Ral. No interruptions Some breake jests some breake pates some breake Tailours and some breake their fasts with Duke Humphrey Dobs. A wise house-keeper belike Ralph Some weare Plush that others pay for Some love Sacke and some love wenches Few will dye of the Aldermans Gout and some will never bee cur'd of their owne Dobs. I understand thee Ralph But how com'st thou to know all this Ralph Tut man I liv'd in London before now was servant to one that converst much with the wits and kept an Academie of Musicke I tell thee Dobson I have pickt up more learning among the crummes of a broken bisket after one of their meetings at a Taverne then would make twenty Ballad-makers commence Poetasters and with the over-plus indoctrinate ten Iustices Clerks and an under-Sheriffe The fifth Scoene Enter Mris. TONGALL and LITTLEVVORD by the left Scoene Dungw. Sweet Mistris you are welcome to my expectation Tong. If my presumption to bring a worthy acquaintance along with me seem's not unmannerly Dungw. You rather expresse kindnesse to a stranger that desires worthy company Tong. Sweet Mr. Dasher you are the best Woman Vintener that ever lov'd a Gossips tale You have so many good things to pleasure a woman with You were wont to have an excellent neat tongue Dash. Sweet Mris. Tongall my best tongue and all is at your service Tong. Kind Master Dasher Dung To your welcome Mistresse Tong. My humblenes receives your favour thankfully My service to you Mr. Dasher Dash. I kisse the hand of your servant Ralph And make a legg This Vintener sure hath had very mannerly breeding he came not from the Bankes side where the surly Watermen live Dash. Noble sir I presume to present my desires to doe you service Dobs. This Gentleman hath lesse manners Hee answers nothing Tong. My friend Sir though he be of few words is a fine wit and a great observer Dung A Wit Mistris I shall be the prouder of his acquaintance But when I am a Witt I shall preferre my talking before my observation Tong. I thank you Mr Little-word Ralph Mr. Littleword and Mris Tongall very good Sure this woman had a French-man to her Father Tong. Indeed Mr. Dasher 't is excellent Sacke If you were unmarried you should have my daughter Jinny for keeping such good Wine in your house Dash. I retribute all due thanks for your kindnesse that you would doe me so great an honour Ralph Mistris you said I should have your daughter Tong. My friend why so thou shalt This Sacke makes my heart merry Ralph Who then shall my Master have Tong. Why my Daughter linny Ralph A right woman so her tongue goe no matter what she sayes Dash. What will that Gentleman with his table-booke Dung Let 's have a health to some body Tong. Please you Sir to my daughter Iinny Dung Let it goe round then Tongall And hee that will not pledge it shall not have her Dobs. I hope we shall drinke now Ralph Ralph Else we lose both