Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Beeston's Boys · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Observe you sir this fellow! one that ought To be kicked into manners how he taunts you? 'Twill be the streets discourse, the conduits lecture: And not an idle tongue but will abuse. Your reverend name, which hitherto hath awed Th' unbridled rabble. Once more I command thee Leave off this counsel, growing but from fear, That will admit no reason. Cosin Raven Hasten my Bride: she makes my patience tire With so much expection. And hark you cosin. My sun of joys eclipsed, and all the hopes My fancy painted, by this accident Are blotted out. How have I merited Of heaven thus to be punished! But I must not Tax providence with an injustice to me, That have deserved worse curses for neglect Of my religious duties. Only he, My foster Father to possess those sweets Love promised my inheritance! Were't another, I'd from his rude hands snatch her in the Church, Before the powerful words should knit that knot Nothing but death dissolves. Senior Maligo a most welcome guest. Your Servant Senior. And Mr. Rhenish. The Spanish and Dutch Merchants! send there be no wars at the wedding. we come to witness your solemnities. Welcome Mr. Rhenish: and since you are come so early let's spend the time in conference about the wines we lately spoke of. Cousin you're sad. Would I might know the reason, I'll help to put it from you. Cousin Raven, Since love, not blood, hath made you wear that title, Though 'tis a secret I would gladly hide, To you I will impart it. Sent with gifts To the fair maid that this day must be Bride To the old man, my treacherous eyes conveyed Flames to my heart from hers: which being fixed Upon me, shot their magic influence Of love with such a violence, that I took Th' impression ere my bosom was prepared And tempered for it. This may be a ground For me to work on. Duty now and honesty Fought with my passions, and enforced them back To their unwilling prison: though her eye, Look, gesture; and at parting when I took Her hand to kiss it: than she held mine hard: For all these invitations to their liberty I durst not free them; but concealed even that Perhaps she wished to know. How can you doubt it? They were all signals that you should assault, And she would yield 'Tis but a modest custom For men to woo. 'Tis women's only pride To have men court them, not to be denied. Indeed it was your fault. My virtue rather. Should I like the ingrateful serpent, sting The bosom that hath warmed me into life? Desire shall burst me first. Yet I must tell you, I am resolved to give my passions This satisfaction. When the bridal ceremonies Have had their consummation, I will travail And leave the cause behind. You may reveal it When I am gone. I shall be praised or pitied, For none can blame me.
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Observe you sir this fellow! one that ought To be kickt into manners how he taunts you? 'Twill be the streets discourse, the conduits lecture: And not an idle tongue but will abuse. Your reverend name, which hitherto hath aw'd Th' unbridled rabble. Once more I command thee Leave off this counsaile, growing but from feare, That will admit no reason. Cosin Raven Hasten my Bride: shee makes my patience tyre With so much expection. And harke you cosin. My sun of joy's ecclipst, and all the hopes My fancy painted, by this accident Are blotted out. How have I merited Of heaven thus to be punisht! But I must not Tax providence with an injustice to me, That have deserv'd worse curses for neglect Of my religious duties. Only he, My foster Father to possesse those sweets Love promis'd my inheritance! Wer't another, I'd from his rude hands snatch her in the Church, Before the powerfull words should knit that knot Nothing but death dissolves. Senior Maligo a most welcome guest. Your Servant Senior. And Mr. Rhenish. The Spanish and Dutch Merchants! send there be no wars at the wedding. Wee come to witnesse your solemnityes. Welcome Mr. Rhenish: and since you are come so early lets spend the time in conference about the wines we lately spake of. Cousin y'are sad. Would I might know the reason, I'le helpe to put it from you. Cousin Raven, Since love, not blood, hath made you weare that title, Though 'tis a secret I would gladly hide, To you I will impart it. Sent with gifts To the faire maid that this day must be Bride To the old man, my treacherous eyes conveigh'd Flames to my heart from hers: which being fixt Upon me, shot their magick influence Of love with such a violence, that I tooke Th' impression e're my bosome was prepar'd And temper'd for it. This may be a ground For me to work on. Duty now and honesty Fought with my passions, and inforc't them back To their unwilling prison: though her eye, Look, gesture; and at parting when I tooke Her hand to kisse it: then she held mine hard: For all these invitations to their liberty I durst not free them; but conceal'd even that Perhaps she wisht to know. How can you doubt it? They were all signalls that you should assault, And shee would yeeld 'Tis but a modest custom For men to wooe. 'Tis womens only pride To have men court them, not to be deny'd. Indeed it was your fault. My vertue rather. Should I like the ingratefull serpent, sting The bosome that hath warm'd me into life? Desire shall burst me first. Yet I must tell you, I am resolv'd to give my passions This satisfaction. When the bridall ceremonies Have had their consummation, I will travaile And leave the cause behind. You may reveale it When I am gone. I shall be prais'd or pittied, For none can blame me.