Brome, Richard · published 1632 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 513 words
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Nay brother give them all their free pleasures. By your leave you shall stay. shall? I will then. Now to your 〈◊〉 I disclose myself. Whoo● My Governor: Look you sister. Look you Sir Philip. Did nor I always tell you he was the rarest wit ●the world? This was his own invention ●e be hanged else. Sweet Governor the conceit of the Willow, and why thou wearest it? myself, only to make the number in the Dance suitable. And so did all the rest to fulfil the fashion, only two excepted, that were the Leaders and subject of the Dance. The one, your Cosen Tridewell, who holds himself a lost Lover, in that you madam to whom his affection is wholly devoted, have made yourself incapable of him, in being the lawful right of another. This paper shows him more at large. Is't possible! Did he for that so earnestly dissuade me from her this Morning? I never saw him before this day, nor he me. These are tricks and studied fooleries to abuse me— Who was the other. she was your fair Niece sir Paul; the most disconsolate Beauty that ere I saw, giving herself for ever lost unto your love sir Philip, presuming you once promised her Marriage, of which she made a claim this Morning by her Nurse, whom you reviled by name of Bawd, calling fair Constance Whore; and to her more despite, hastened your Marriage sooner by ● day, than you before intended with this Lady. Constance! May that name in all other women be accursed beyond themselves. Hell itself could not have vapoured such an error forth, as I am lost in. Constance! why was that name made here, that Saintlike Maids, when it brought to my mind a devil's, nay worse, a whore's? to whom before was given. Sir Philip, and madam, you apprehend these things as things done, when they are not things indeed, but as it were show and device, as by the sequel you may at large apprehend. I am of your mind Master Bulfinch. And trust me I am glad my Niece was drawn into the witty conceit. For which with a new Gown he thank her. Where is she? I will endure no longer till I see her. The Masquers are all gone sir. Gone Villain. They took their Coaches instantly, and dispersed themselves by several ways, I had no Commission to stay them. Are you so sensible of her loss?— My Niece might not withstanding her lost love have ta'en me home in her Coach. You shall have mine sir Paul and my company so far to see her; and whether their presentation were jest or earnest, I will not rest till I be satisfied; My Coach. I'll make no stay Sweet-heart. she's gone. Excellent! the Bride's stolen to bed. It should be so. I like the custom well. or if you apprehend it rightly, it expresseth duty in the Woman to lie prepared for him; and love in the Man, not to be slack to embrace that duty.
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Nay brother giue them all their free pleasures. By your leaue you shall stay. shll? I will then. Now to your I disclose my selfe. Whoo Gouerour: Looke you sister. Looke you hillip. Did nor I alwayes tell you he was the wit the world? This was his owne invention e bee hang'd else. Sweet Gouernour the conceit of the Willow, and why tho wearest it? My selfe, onely to make the number in the Dance sutable. And so did all the rest to fulfill the fashion, only two excepted, that were the Leaders and subiect of the Dance. The one, your Cosen Tridewell, who holds himselfe a lost Louer, in that you Madame to whom his affection is wholly deuoted, haue made your selfe incapable of him, in being the lawfull right of another. This paper shewes him more at large. Ist possible! Did hee for that so earnestly deswade me from her this Morning? I neuer saw him before this day, nor he me. These are tricks and studied fooleres to abuse me— Who was the other. Shee was your faire Neece sir Paul; the most disconsolate Beauty that ere I saw, giuing her selfe for euer lost vnto your loue sir Phillip, presuming you once promis'd her Mariage, of which shee made a claime this Morning by her Nurse, whom you revil'd by name of Bawd, calling faire Constance Whore; and to her more despight, hastned your Mariage sooner by day, then you before intended with this Lady. Constance! May that name in all other women bee accursed beyond themseLucs. Hell it selfe could not haue vapor'd such an error forth, as I am lost in. Constance! why was that name made her, that Saint-like Maids, when it brought to my mind a Diuels, nay worse, a Whores? to whom before was giuen. Sir Phillip, and Madame, you apprehend these things as things done, when they are not things indeed, but as it were shew and deuise, as by the sequele you may at large apprehend. I am of your mind Master Bulfinch. And trust me I am glad my Neece was drawne into the witty conceit. For which with a new Gowne he thanke her. Where is shee? I will endure no longer till I see her. The Masquers are all gone sir. Gone Villine. They tooke their Coches instantly, and disperst themseLucs by wayes, I had no Commission to stay them. Are you so sensible of her losse?— My Neece might not withstanding her lost loue haue tane me home in her Coach. You shall haue mine sir Paul and my company so farre to see her; and whether their presentation were iest or earnest, I will not rest till I be satisfied; My Coach. le make no stay Seet-heart. Shee's gone. Excellent! the Bride's stollen to bed. It should be so. I like the custome well. or if you apprehend it rightly, it expresseth duety in the Woman to lye prepared for him; and loue in the Man, not to be slacke to mbrace that duety.