Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Bride · chunk 6 of 31

Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals)
not in BritDrama · Beeston's Boys · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 490 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.

Salute my Bride son: she should be thy joy As well as mine. I better shall express Her entertainment in my pious wishes, Than any compliment I will be ready To pay you my best duty. Love you mean sir; Give it no other name, might I own that And call it my possession, soon this melancholy Should leave its mansion, and a Bride's full joy Inhabit here. You surely do repine; And it may be this act begets your fear Of being dispossessed a father's love. Which he must now in some proportion Confer on me. Let me with reverence swear By this white hand— Let me prevent your oath; Or swear by another book. Perhaps 'twill be The last warm kiss my lips shall ever feel. I do believe you love me. How shall I Interpret this? how hard she clasped my hand, And pressed my lips? as wishing their conjunction Might be eternal. Tears with her last words fell: And in their silent oratory taught me To know myself more wretched by the knowledge Of what should make me happy. Can this be? It hath both possibility and circumstance To make it probable. Good sir observe Their discontents: how they do sympathize, And meet each other. Pray sir let them have An opportunity; I'll be the spy: And call you to their billing. 'Tis well counselled If 't please you Gentlemen I have within Some rarities, whose fight shall be your business Till we are ready. Sweet you shall forbear them Till you are made their Mistress. Whether will you go? Wast not my plot to get this liberty That you might put your purpose into act If you have any? Why do you delay it? You see she's willing; I prepared her to it. Willing to what good Cousin? To be your Bride. My blushes speak consent: then if you please Prevent prevention. My desires were never Settled on any other, though I durst not Reveal my passions awed by feminine custom, And my strict parents eyes. If you'll receive me, The desperate state of my cross fortune arms me To any enterprise you'll be my guide in I shall be tempted to neglect that duty I would not rashly violate, to possess All that my wish can covet. You may hereafter Discourse your loves. Play not away th' occasion. Her's the key of the back gate: take water presently, and away to the— whispers— I'll follow, get ye a Licence and see all dispatched. Fear not pursuit: that I'll hinder. So, the foundations laid on which I'll build myself a fortune, and with better safety Then making him away: Yet he must not marry her. That were t'enable him if my villainy Should be discovered to revenge and punish it. The old man! aid me now hypocrisy, Or all miscarries. Oh sir I have searched for you all the house over. Hast observed any thing?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Bride
AuthorNabbes, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1640
First performance / composition (Annals)1640
Company (BritDrama)Beeston's Boys
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1129 · TCP A07970 · DEEP 951
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 276–342 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 31 in this edition
Length490 words · 612 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.839
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Salute my Bride sonne: shee should be thy joy As well as mine. I better shall expresse Her entertainment in my pious wishes, Then any complement I will be ready To pay you my best duty. Love you meane sir; Give it no other name, might I own that And call it my possession, soone this melancholy Should leave it's mansion, and a Brides full joy Inhabit here. You surely do repine; And it may be this act begets your feare Of being dispossest a fathers love. Which he must now in some proportion Confer on me. Let me with reverence sweare By this white hand— Let me prevent your oath; Or sweare by another book. Perhaps 'twill be The last warme kisse my lips shall ever feel. I do beleeve you love me. How shall I Interpret this? how hard she claspt my hand, And prest my lips? as wishing their conjunction Might be eternall. Teares with her last words fell: And in their filent oratory taught me To know my selfe more wretched by the knowledge Of what should make me happy. Can this be? It hath both possibility and circumstance To make it probable. Good ir observe Their discontents: how they do sympathize, And meet each other. Pray sir let them have An oportunity; Ile be the spy: And cal you to their billing. 'Tis well counsail'd If 'tplease you Gentlemen I have within Some rarities, whose fight shall be your businesse 'Till we are ready. Sweet you shall forbeare them 'Till you are made their Mistresse. Whether will you go? Wast not my plot to get this liberty That you might put your purpose into act If you have any? Why do you delay it? You see shee's willing; I prepar'd her to it. Willing to what good Cousin? To be your Bride. My blusnes speak consent: then if you please Prevent prevention. My desires were never Setled on any other, though I durst not Reveale my passions aw'd by feminine custome, And my strict parents eyes. If you'l receive me, The desperate state of my crosse fortune armes me To any enterprise you'l be my guide in I shall be tempted to neglect that duty I would not rashly violate, to possesse All that my wih can covet. You may hereafter Discourse your loves. Play not away th' occasion. Her's the key of the back gate: take water presently, and away to the—whispers—I'le follow, get ye a Licence and see all dispacht. Feare not persuit: that I'le hinder. So, the foundations layd on which I'le build My selfe a fortune, and with better safety Then making him away: Yet he must not marry her. That were t'enable him if my villany Should be discovered to revenge and punish it. The old man! aide me now hypocrisie, Or all miscarries. Oh sir I have search't for you all the house over. Hast observ'd any thing?