Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Bride · chunk 17 of 31

Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals)
not in BritDrama · Beeston's Boys · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 493 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.

Please you to command My store; what I am Master of is yours. I shall gain time to plot; my sudden policies Wanted a right foundation. They are here an't please your worship. We are anew betrayed. Mischief forbid it. You shall have justice fear it not. You may take my warrant gentlemen. The Justice! then all's marred. What Mr. Bridegroom? And Mistress Bride! send you joy. Are you the— Let me speak sir parrot; must you be repeating your session's lecture, and I in place? The Justice knows them. Best shift for yourselves lest you be found the most delinquents, and forced from your bower of pleasure here to peep through a grate or taste the charity of Bridewell. You are complained of by these— Ha! whether are they gone that accused you? Without their accusation I submit myself to th' law. And if you have direction To use your power, let it acquit this gentlewoman From the ensuing scandal, I'll be patient With any punishment the just revenge Of those I have so wronged can lay upon me. Is she not your wife? Heaven hath forbid it, and my penitence Restores her back. It shall not by my hopes Of comfort in thy love. If your commission Be for our apprehension.— Truly Mistress Bride I should be glad to apprehend you in bed together: 'twas expected all had been cock sure by this. 'Twas but a plot of your old foster father to pretend marrying her himself when he meant her only for you. They will discover all; curse on the accident That brought them hither. To express it more fully, and how dear you are to him, he hath conferred his whole estate upon you. My Worshipful husband's hand is to the writing. It is indeed sir. Is it so sir? as if my word were not sufficient! Hear them attentively, and then your care. I do hear words that must be scanned and construed. He appointed that gentleman to find you out. Amazement hath possessed me wholly. Although my person came before you, sir, You were the first deliverer of this joy, Which I concealed for reasons: but desire I now may finish all in private: Talk your fill sir, whilst I drink mine. Cosin I know you wonder at the strangeness Of all: for which take this brief satisfaction. You are betrayed to receive punishment, For what you rather do deserve a Crown. This Justice and myself had the instructions All's nothing but a plot to get you back. Why then would you pretending love conceal it? And mock my fears with such diversity Of dangerous accidents, you brought upon them? Alas had I revealed the circumstance Of his professed love; feigned intentions And the smooth traps were laid to catch you in, I know your nature of such easy temper, You rather would have flattered yourself Into belief of them, than your own danger. 'Twas my prevention.
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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 979–1038 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 31 in this edition
Length493 words · 611 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.800
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)
Please you to command My store; what I am Master of is your. I shall gaine time to plot; my suddaine pollicies Wanted a right foundation. They are here an't please yor worship. We are anew betray'd. Mischiefe forbid it. You shall have justice feare it not. You may take my warrant gentlemen. The Justice! then all's marr'd. What Mr. Bridegroome? And Mistresse Bride! send you joy. Are you the— Let me speake sir parrat; must you be repeating your sessions lecture, and I in place? The Justice knowes them. Best shift for your selve least you be found the most delinquents, and forced from your wer of pleasure here to peepe through a grate or taste the charity of Bridewell. You are complaind of by these— Ha! whether are they gone that accused you? Without their accusation I submit My selfe to th' law. And if you have direction To use your power, let it acquit this gentlewoman From the ensuing scandale, I'le be patient With any punishment the just revenge Of those I have so wrong'd can lay upon me. Is she not your wife? Heaven hath forbid it, and my penitence Restores her back. It shall not by my hopes Of comfort in thy love. If your commission Be for our apprehension.— Truly Mistresse Bride I should be glad to apprehend you in bed together: 'twas expected all had been cock sure by this. 'Twas but a plot of your old foster father to pretend marrying her himselfe when he meant her onely for you. They will discover all; curse on the accident That brought them hither. To expresse it more fully, and how deere you are to him, he hath conserred his whole estate upon you. My Worshipfull husbands hand is to the writing. It is indeed sir. Is it so sir? as if my word were not sufficient! Heare them attentively, and then your care. I do heare words that must be scan'd and constred. He appointed that gentleman to find you out. Amazement hath possest me wholly. Although my person came before you, sir, You were the first deliverer of this joy, Which I conceal'd for reasons: but desire I now may finish all in private: Talke your fill sir, whilst I drinke mine. Cosin I know you wonder at the strangenesse Of all: for which take this briefe satisfaction. You are betrayd to receive punishment, For what you rather do deserve a Crown. This Justice and my selfe had the instructions All's nothing but a plot to get you back. Why then would you pretending love conceale it? And mock my feares with such diversity Of dangerous accidents, you brought upon them? Alasse had I reveal'd the circumstance Of his profest love; fiegn'd intentions And the smooth traps were layd to catch you in, I know your nature of such easie temper, You rather would have flattered your selfe Into beliefe of them, then your own danger. 'Twas my prevention.