Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.89 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
How you do bless me As suddenly as my desires could shape A means to work it? Instantly the Church Shall seal the bargain. Would not you deliberate Those acts are lasting, and concern the being Of all your after life? 'Tis heaven's providence That hath disposed it. Thus I seal my vows And here are witnesses. My Uncle! what makes he here? new doubts arise. See, see; my thoughts were prophecy: both here. You are welcome to Tottenham Court Uncle. But you're ill come Cosen. I had thought. Your judgement had been stronger than to aid A foolish Sister with your fond indulgence In her undoing. She may hide her face My rage distracts me, and I know not how To frame th'induction. Why sir, this is not Mistress Bellamie but another in her clothes. How's that knave? hay day wife how came you by these? where I am your Niece. You my Niece? she's my Wife, Uncle. Yet more plots I sure the Parson of 〈◊〉 has been here. Indeed I have heard he is a notable joiner. And Tottenham-court Ale pays him store of tithe. It causeth questionless much unlawful coupling. Pray where's your Sister? I'll not fright her With many threats, but mildly work her reason To understand her errors; and prevent Her ruin with dissuasions. Coss she's lost: My love and care made useless. Is she married Sir? Yea; that's my greatest fear, she's past recovery, Woman, whate'er you are, you have some hand in't: These were her clothes. Let herself satisfy, f passion hath not made you too uncapable. Alas mine Uncle. Killing spectacle. Come from his arms: if any force restrain thee But thine own freeness (which I most do fear) I will reveng't with law's extremity. Come from his arms I say. Uncle I owe You many duties. One from nature's precepts; And moral gratitude for your great love Instructs me in another: but necessity this compels a virtuous disobedience. Girl he's a beggar. He had a prodigal father That spent all ere he died: his whole estate Depends but on the love of a rich Uncle; And that's incertain. Pray upbraid me not With a dead man's misfortune. I have been A soldier, and perhaps am apt to anger. Threaten your fill Sir, so my Niece forsake you. Kind Uncle, call not poverty a sin. Wealth's but the gloss and outside of desert. And for my Sister, since she loves this Gentleman, She hath some portion left her; your estate Would be a fair addition: but the loves Of uncles are uncertain. The truth is, I love this maid: she's but this keeper's daughter; Yet I would marry her, please her good Father To be consenting. Blessings unexpected. If she be willing. she's a poor girl Sir. she's richer than the Indies. Shall mine age Be cursed to this misfortune. I'll build hospitals: Where wooden legs and lazy hypocrites Shall be mine heirs. And the Devil your Executor. They scorn my easiness. I should have raged, and from a furious an Sent threats, not calm entreaties.
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How you doe blesse me As suddainly as my desires could shape A meanes to worke it? Instantly the Church Shall seale the bargaine. Would not you deliberate Those acts are lasting, and concerne the being Of all your after life? 'Tis heavens providence That hath dispos'd it. Thus I seale my vowes And here are witnesses. My Vncle! what makes he here? new doubts arise. See, see; my thoughts were prophesie: both here. You are welcome to Totenham Court Uncle. But you'r ill come Cosen. I had thought. Your judgement had beene stronger than to aid A foolish Sister with your fond indulgence In her undoing. She may hide her face My rage distracts me, and I know not how To frame th'induction. Why sir, this is not Mistris Bellamie but another in her clothes. How's that knave? hay day wife how came you by these? wher I am your Neece. You my Neece? Shee's my Wife, Vncle. Yet more plots I sure the Parson of has beene here. Indeed I have heard he is a notable joyner. And Totenham-Court Ale pays him store of tythe. It causeth questionlesse much unlawfull coupling. Pray where's your Sister? I'le not fright her With many threats, but mildly worke her reason To understand her errors; and prevent Her ruine with disswasions. Coss shee's lost: My love and care made uselesse. Is shee married Sir? Yea; that's my greatest feare, shee's past recov'ry, Woman, what ere you are, you have some hand in't: These were her clothes. Let h slf satisfie, f passion hath not made you too uncapable. Alas mine Vncle. Killing spectacle. Come from his armes: if any force restraine thee But thine owne freenesse (which I most doe feare) I will reveng't with lawes extremitie. Come from his armes I say. Vncle I owe You many duties. One from natures precepts; And morrall gratitude for your great love Istructs me in another: but necessitie his compels a vertuous disobedience. Girle hee's a begger. He had a prodigall father That spent all ere he dyed: his whole estate Depends but on the love of a rich Vncle; And that's incertaine. Pray upbaid me not With a dead mans misfortune. I have beene A soldier, and perhaps am apt to anger. Threaten your fill Sir, so my Neece forsake you. Kinde Vncle, call not poverty a sin. Wealth's but the glosse and outside of desert. And for my Sister, since she loves this Gentleman, Shee hath some portion left her; your estate Would be a faire addition: but the loves Of Vncles are uncertaine. The truth is, I love this maid: shee's but this Keepers daughter; Yet I would marry her, please her good Father To be consenting. Blessings unexpected. If she be willing. Shee's a poore girle Sir. Shee's richer then the Indies. Shall mine age Be curs'd to this misfortune. Ile build hospitals: Where wooden legs and lazy hypocrites Shall be mine heyres. And the Divell your Executor. They scorne my easinesse. I should have rag'd, and from a furious an Sent threats, not calme intreaties.