Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Bride · chunk 7 of 31

Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals)
not in BritDrama · Beeston's Boys · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 489 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.

I left them here so close condoling. They are questionless stolen to some private place. I'll scent them out, and bring you word. I must absent myself for fear my joy For this fair entrance doth discover me. Father in expectation I have suddenly Bethought me of a business. Pray what is't? You see I am old; unfit for such a Bride. Suppose I make a resignation, And give my right up to another man, One that your daughter and yourself should like of. What if my son were Bridegroom? 'twere a match Would carry more proportion. None more gladly, So you'll confer upon him an estate Answering her portion. It shall be considered of. we'll know their likings. Will you not Marry her yourself then after all these preparations? Why sir the world takes notice of it, and it may concern your credit. Your husband counsels well Mrs. Ferret. I cannot in obedience but allow of his wisdom. Thou changeling nursed with the milk of an ass whence thou derivest thy great empty noddle: must you hinder a good motion? Are there not cuckolds enough already? where's the Bride Cousin? Vanished sir, not to be found. They are questionless run away together: the water gate is fast locked, and the key without. You were doubtful sir, and would hardly give credit to my relation. How! stolen away together! what plots are these? Yours sir, to undo the reputation Of an old man. Rather your own, to ruin My only comfort. Proceed you sir in your late motion and this difference will soon find a reconciliation. Is not the Gentleman his only son. No son of mine, but the most monstrous birth Of base ingratitude that ever made Charity frozen. I found him in the fields, An Infant almost starved, and bred him up. It seems for this. Alas our child's undone. Pursue the villain. If the extremity Of Law can do it, I will hang him for't. I should be glad of that. If I can prove sir your least knowledge makes you A party in't, your state or mine shall crack for't. Do you sir threaten me in mine own house.? My credit's more at stake, then that I should Be calm: but once I give you privilege. Come let's' to water: we perhaps may take them. Yes at the Tower questionless. Sir if I find them in my precinct. What will you do? If thou dost the least wrong to the loving couple, though I burn for it, I will roast thee alive and sell thy greasy kidneys for kitchenstuff. A good proceeding hitherto. No vench, no veding? Me bid you adieu monsieur; you no need a me varke. Farewell monsieur. Reward him Cosin. Here be reward: two, tree silver dish, and tree, four spoon make monsieur a gentleman an buy define vench beyond de water. Me no stay for de reward. Ha hah hah he.
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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 343–393 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 31 in this edition
Length489 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T52 — Prodigals, portions and poor kin at 0.778
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)
I left them here so close condoling. They are questionles stolne to some private place. I'le sent them out, and bring you word. I must absent my self for fear my joy For this faire entrance doth discover me. Father in expectation I have suddainly Bethought me of a businesse. Pray' what is't? You see I am old; unfit for such a Bride. Suppose I make a resignation, And give my right up to another man, One that your daughter and your self should like of. What if my son were Bridegroom? 'were a match Would carry more proportion. None more gladly, So you'l confer upon him an estate Answering her portion. It shall be considered of. Wee'l know their likings. Will you not Marry her your self then after all these preparations? Why sir the world takes notice of it, and it may concern your credit. Your husband counsailes well Mrs. Ferret. I cannot in obedience but allow of his wisdom. Thou changling nurst with the milke of an asse whence thou derivest thy great empty noddle: must you hinder a good motion? Are there not cuckolds enough already? Wher's the Bride Cousin? Vanish't sir, not to be found. They are questionlesse run away together: the water gate is fast lockt, and the key without. You were doubtfull sir, and would hardly give credit to my relation. How! stolne away together! what plots are these? Yours sir, to undoe the reputation Of an old man. Rather your own, t ruine My only comfort. Proceed you sir in your late motion and this difference will soone find a reconciliation. Is not the Gentleman his only son. No sonne of mine, but the most monstrous birth Of base ingratitude that ever made Charity frozen. I found him in the fields, An Infant almost starv'd, and bred him up. It seems for this. Alasse our child's undone. Pursue the villaine. If the extremity Of Law can do it, I will hang him for't. I should be glad of that. If I can prove sir your least knowledge makes you A party in't, your state or mine shall crack for't. Do you sir threaten me in mine own house.? My credit's more at stake, then that I should Be calme: but once I give you priviledge. Comelets' to water: we perhaps may take them. Yes at the Tower questionlesse. Sir if I find them in my precinct. What will you do? If thou dost the least wrong to the loving couple, though I burn for it, I will roast thee alive and sell thy greasie kidnies for kitchinstuffe. A good proceeding hitherto. No vench, no veding? Me bid you adiew Mounsieur; you no need a me varke. Farewell Mounsieur. Reward him Cosin. Here be revard: two, tree silver dish, and tree, foure spoone make Mounsieur a jentleman an buy define vench beyond de water. Me no stay for de reward. Ha hah hah he.