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The bride a comedie. Acted in the yeere 1638. at the private house in Drury-lane by their Majesties Servants. The author, Thomas Nabbes.
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Nabbes, Thomas, 1605?-1645?
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officiousnesse of them consider'd I hope you 'l credit this It was my cosin Theophilus that hurt me But I know not Whether 't were chance or malice for this gentleman Attempting rape upon your daughter sir I drew a pointlesse weapon I had got My cosins suddaine apprehention Perhaps mad him suspect me and not knowing I meant a rescue of the gentlewoman Whose voice I heard but could not through the mist Discern her person made his rash hand wound me Which for his sake I joy is not prov'd mortall Nor will I hope Fat. I doe beleeve all this For certaine truth But why should you accuse Another then Rav. I did presume this man Unknowne to any here was fled nor would Returne to take a punishment and being A stranger was not capable of shame Now my concealing who the actor was Neither his danger nor disgrace would follow God Nephew I do admire thy love to him So ill deserves it and I now consider What an injustice my election was Henceforth thou art mine heire I will employ A numerous search to find him that he may Be punisht for his fact Rav. By no meanes sir Call him not back my wound may yet have danger And if he should returne to pay his life For mine that 's so unworthy Fat But he shall To make you give the law a satisfaction For all your villanies Come forth my sonne For so he is sir The last Scene To them Theophilus and Bride Theo. Humbly thus I beg Theo. kneeles Your pardon sir Good Pray' aske your father blessing Y'have got one now Fat He hath sir and shall keep him His faire desert won my conversion And chang'd me from intents of punishing To an indulgent favourer This hath been A villaine to his life and to his fortunes Whetted by envy to such practises As merrit death when you shall heare the passages A man that 's guilty that from foule intents Proceeded to an act would flye for safety Instead of which Theophilus repair'd To me that then was laboring with revenge First offers restitution of my daughter Then passing on from declaration To declaration made so confident By his sweet innocence he satisfi'd Mine anger and gave peace unto my passions Nor was I patient to defer their joyes Which likewise are myne own but got them married This evening with a dispensation for it Before we came to you Where by the way We met this Monsieur and enforc't him back Whom straight his feares betrayd to a discovery Of what he was no gentleman but Kick-shaw In 's wenching clothes Ser. Monsieur Kick-shaw want plate Monsieur Kick. Now me sall be hang agen Hor. And I want Jewells Monsieur Kick. Jewells me have noting but two tree bable Pray' vat be dis Puls the things out of his pockets Hor. A bable call you it This gentlemen is the horne of an Aethiopian rhinoceros Kick. An dis Hor. The Taleon of a Birde in terra australi incognita which the inhabitants call their great god Ruc that preyes upon Elephants and will not be gorged under two or three in a morning This stone of a strange forme and colour was brought by the learned traveller of Odcombe from the great Mogull M. Fe. How sir One of the great mogul's stones Fat Good sir forbeare a little Now he 's mine I 'le own him and the rather if you will Disclaime all interest in him For your kinsman Some wise and powerfull authority Must force truth from him M. Fe. My husbands authority sir is both wise and powerfull Rav. 'T is not in all my stock of cunning now To hold out longer Shame will be the end Of all my undertakings Good Cosin your looks are strange and seeme as if They would betray your thoughts If you have guilt Let it not presse your conscience with a weight Will sinck it into horror Rav. I have much sir Nor will there need another testimony For confirmation of what I shall utter He that with griefe doth publish his own shame Speakes from truths records Good What may this preface meane Rav. You had a sonne whose birth depriv'd his mother Of life and what bestow'd a joy upon you Rob'd you of one Good Why dost review a griefe Time had worn out Indeed I had a sonne Rav. And have him still enjoy him in Theophilus The. Was this the knowledge of my selfe he spake of That liv'd but in him selfe Good I feare his wound And a distraction Rav. Heare me sir and then You will have faith The child you did dispose To be nurst by my mother I being then An infant likewise She knowing by law That I was capable of your estate Your heire being once remov'd soone plots To make the childe away attemps but fainting In th' execution left it in the feilds A formall buriall strengthning the report That it was dead By providence directed You found and bred it up and this is he My dying mother did reveale it to me With teares of penitence and an injunction I should discover it which my avarice And envy would not suffer me but tempted My soule to those black practises which now Cease with my shame and my repentance Good Joyes Good embraceth Theo. kneeling Have fill'd me to the danger of a surfet Welcome to life I have a new begot thee How often have I wisht in these embraces The thing I did embrace but knew it not Cosin I hope your sorrow is not feign'd That it may merrit pardon and preserve me A loving Uncle The. I forgive you Cosin You have at length in this discovery Given large satisfaction Rav. I 'le remove All cause of after jealousy Fat We by these Good and Fat embrace Are reconciled for ever M. Fe. But her 's a dilinquent must be punished Good He shall be pardon'd too upon condition He will no more play the impostor thus To weare the habit of a gentleman Having such vile conditions so disgracing His noble nation making all suspected I 'le likewise adde something unto your storehouse And though 't is late le ts have a wedding feast To which pray' welcome every loving guest The Epilogue by the Bride I Am a Mayden yet how can I then Without some feare and blushes speake to men Ladyes and gentlewomen pray' stick to me If the rude men should offer to undo me Would they be kinde and say I have done well I 'd give them leave to clap me I can tell They'd take it for a favor if they might Clap every Bride upon her wedding night FINIS
gentleman sir the young gentleman Exit Rav. I hope so if my plot succeeds This was an unlookt businesse thrust upon me But I must practise my hipocrisie With best art else suspition may discover The guilt that 's in me Sure he 's dead by this time Unlesse his skin be proof against their points If one of them should fall and he escape The rest I will suborne to make his life The lawes Thus villany like a pregnant mother From the successe of one begets another Exit The third Act the first Scene Theophilus beating in the Blades before him Bride Raven and Squirrell 1 Bla. Hold hold I am hurt 2 Bla. I bleed too 1 Bla. If my sword had had a point I had payd him home Squi. I beseech you sir be pacified The. Sir if your house be a place priviledg'd For such abuses it must be inform'd of That law may punish it But for these shadows Mockshapes of valour t were it not for stayning My innocent hands I would compell your soules Black as they are to give me satisfaction As ye expire them Bri. Prethee sweet no more T is well th' art safe 1 Bla. We do acknowledge an error sir and for satisfaction sir and to preserve peace our weapons shall be deliver'd up to the Master of the house Rav. Mischiefe upon their basenesse how are they Declin'd from men I hop't one desperate thrust Or stroake e're this had sent him to his quiet And cut off farther labor to contrive it It racks my invention Yet I cannot rise To what I ayme at but by his ruine 1 Bla. We hope you 'l do the like sir The. If I were confident of safety But you must give me leave being one that can Command my selfe and passion This with me Serves as an instrument of peace and may Fright an intended mischiefe from me Good sir Retaine their weapons as you 'l answer it At your own perill Squi. Surely Mr. Raven you were mistaken this is no wench Exit 2 Bla. Baffled and hurt we may revenge it sir The. Ye properties of men made up of rags And outside onely shoot your threats at those That feare the bubbles Think not here to triumph As o're your easie guls that must redeem Their safties from the danger of your furies By battering downe with th' engine of their purse Some sconch your drunken valour in a taverne Hath built with sack 3 Bla. So sir The. Be gone for feare you urge me To more impatience Yet my charity Affords ye this good counsayle The world 's full Of brave imploiments for men capable Y'have persons but want mindes for actions That might ennoble ye Honor attends On warre ye only call your selves by names Of Captaines and Lieftenants here where peace Is most secure but when your drunken quarrells Disturb her Go to th' warres and save the Citty The chargeable reparing of their prisons 1 Bla. Wee 'l think upon your satire 3 Bla. Take the scabbard too My belt I 'le pawn for a scarfe to hang my arme in that the not wearing of a sword may have pretence 'till whose recovery I am degraded from a Blade to a Battoone Exeunt the Blades Bri. How lovely showes this valour That in men There should be so much difference The. Why so sad Coz What think you on Rav. I was contriving mischiefe The. Mischiefe 'gainst whom Rav. I shall betray my selfe A merry harmlesse mischiefe whose relation Shall make the Ice of melancholick spleenes Dissolve with laughter 'T is a prety plot Upon those roarers The. Pray' impart it then Rav. There is a passage in 't unperfect yet How apt is guilt to be its own discoverer I almost had spoil'd all The. I do begin weighing the circumstance To be possest With a suspect of his sincerity Hee 's surely trecherous and perhaps occasion'd The late attempt upon me so to have Remov'd the bar he feares might shut him out From an inheritance I never coveted I must not be too credulous What 's the reason You are so clowdy Cosin In your eyes Me thinks I read sad thoughts your merry mischiefe Promis'd more lightsomnesse Rav. I cannot yet Fancy a good conclusion it hath passages That would be a neate one Are you Cosin Resolv'd on your returne or will you practise As I advis'd The. Doth that concerne your plot Rav. I mind no plots my mind is onely busie To make you safe The. Safe which way meane you Cosin Rav. Pray' wrest it not Suppose those baffled roarers Should in revenge way-lay you they are mischievous And if you should miscarry The. No great matter There were an end of misery You need not Be much sollicitous to prevent my danger Since on my death depends the assurance Of an estate to you When you enjoy it If my cold ashes might be capable Of such expressions they should dance for joy Fortune had so rewarded you that merrit Above her flattery which she but practis'd When I was interpos'd by greater accident Then ever yet made learned error give her The prophane attributes of a deity Rav. He surely doth suspect me The. Had I faln As ten to one I might had not the cause Given me the greater ods Had you contriv'd it Rav. How 's that your jelousy is an unkindnesse My love deserves not The. I hope you are not guilty That catch th' uncertain meaning of my words E're they are perfected and preinterpret Thoughts that had never being I may then Justly have doubts For innocence unmov'd At a false accusation doth the more Confirme it selfe and guilt is best discover'd By its own feares Rav. Pray fancy what you please To strengthen your suspition 't is indeed So weakly grounded that unlesse you prop it With better circumstances your own shame Shall ruine it and justifie my truth I must out fac't The. Your own impatience May serve for one This house you sent us to For ought I know a Brothell You are noted For one that surfets in the pleasant sin And he that without scruple dares persue it Dares without scruple do or be consenting To any mischiefe from whose execution The meanes may be derived that will maintaine His lust and riot Rav. 'T is not well that you Digresse from your first plea to this foule satire You should not tax my life since it hath done you Those offices deserve besides your thanks Your most indulgence to my greatest faults Nor doth it show of noble nature in you To credit infamy from a report Untill confirm'd by knowledge Howsoever You have declar'd your self in your suspition And hence forth I desist my practises Have been so fruitlesse One I had contriv'd To Crown th' expression of my zealous care In your affaires You might have us'd my love To better ends Bri. Pray' sir continue it And reconcile your passions he shall be No more in such an error to mistake The ayme of your intentions From my warrant He shall agen be settled in 's opinion Of your fidelity not