Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

HORTEN

in The Bride

Metadata

PlayThe Bride
Year (catalogued)1640
First performance1640
Decade1640s
GenreComedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
CompanyBeeston's Boys
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Speech prefix(es)Hor. | Hort. | Hort
Words916
Characters5090
Typicality0.34 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA07970
BritDrama no.576
ClusterCluster 7 — Pedants, satyrs & Latin wit

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Full speech

I own no other. And command The sighed of all. I must confess my care Of knowing and possessing rarities Makes me so skilful, I dare undertake To pick a salad out of Dioscorides, Shall feast the Doctors college, with rare practises Stranger then Aesons restitution To youth by Magic. From my garden sir I can produce those simples, shall outwork All the compounds of drugs, and show Like miracles Compared with them. What needs the weapon salve, Condemned by some for witchcraft? when each dunghill Affords the Persicaria, that on wounds Works the Like Magic. Panax Coloni Is known to every rustic; and Hipericon. And yet we must from M mphis and Judea Fetch Balsam, though sophisticate; there is not And ounce in Europe, will endure the trial Of milk or water. Yet my Ladies gentlewoman Bit by her Monkey, swears by her lost maidenhead The world hath not a Balsam Like to that Her closet yields; when it's perhaps but oil A little aromatized for lamps. A little sir. I should affect them more, were not tradition One of the best assurances to show They are the things we think them. What more proofs (Unless perhaps a little circumstance) Have we for this or that to be a piece Of delphos ruins? or the marble statues Made Athens glorious, when she was supposed To have more images of men then men? A weatherbeaten stone with and inscription That is not legible but through and optic, Tells us I S age; that in some Sibills cane Three thousand years ago it was and altar. It's satisfaction to our curiosity; But ought not to necessitate belief. the affection of some Princes hath begotten And imitation, and it's nobly done. For by such things men knowledge is informed In principles of art, and many times They light upon instruction by them, that Direct invention to recover what Neglect or ignorance hath lost. Nor Pliny fir, nor Gesner ever made Description of a creature, but I have Some particle thereof: and for antiquity I do not store up any under Grecian. Your Roman antiques are but modern toys Compared to them. Beside, they are so counterfeit With mouldings, it's scarce possible to find Any but copies. Others from their easiness May credit what they please. My trial's such Of any thing I own, all the impostors That ever made antiquity ridiculous Cannot deceive me. If I light upon Ought that's above my skill, I have recourse To those whose judgements at the second view (If not the first) will tell me what Philosophers That eyeless, noseless, mouthless statue is, And who the workman was, though since his death Thousands of years have been revolved— And to your worship. With all my heart and welcome. A handsome lass. I must have her home and give her a philter. I desire to be excused. What shall become of this gentlewoman then? I had rather I had her at home. To have seen this wench and not to enjoy her, is such a Tantalizing to me. Exeunt. Doubt it not sir. The wound's but slight; were it more dangerous, The simples that I have applied would cure it According to the first intention As surgeons call it. I owe much to your commendation M rs Ferret. I have confined him to a chamber sir, A too delightful prison. He may feast His eyes with rarities. It's my affected riches. I'll have gratitude, And something to exchange. This accident May bring me in a purchase: By no means: sleep would give him more ease, and prevent a distraction; which he seems to occasion some fear of by his often digressions and interruptions of discourse. The news! what means your haste? How's that? Pursue him. I'ld not lose those rarities For half my state. Alas sir they are valuable Above any thing I own beside. Would I had them, they Should pacify me quickly, I'll employ all the servants I have about it. There is no needs sir of his trouble: the gentleman is passed danger. I dare secure his safety. You may err sir. He hath a wound; and where there is con tinuitatis divortium, you must consider whither it came per contusionem, punctionem, or how; and whither a nerve, tendon, li gament or artery be in danger. The parts likewise whither it be in principalibus vel minus principalibus. Then the adjuncts; whither there be fractura or dislocatio; for these make it vulnus compositum. Then the accidents; whither there be inflamma oh He is here sir. I'll apply but one Emplastrum consolidans more: I think that's a term of art. Exit. S r. The wound was very slight sir. How sir! is he taken! I am restored to my first state. And I want Jewels Monsieur. A babble call you it? This gentlemen is the horn of and Aethiopian hinoceros. The Taleon of a Bird in terra austr li incognita, which the inhabitants call their great God Ruc, that preys upon Ele phants, and will not be gorged under two or three in a morning This stone of a strange form and colour was brought by the learned traveller of Odcombe from the great Mogull. The world I do believe speaks grossly of me; And c lls my curiosity in reposing Such things, a prodigal vainesse being one That lives by my endeavors: have no state But what my labour purchases. All I assure you. You shall command me: but she chiefly.

Plot summary

Plot — The Bride
Wit is charged by his father to woo and marry Wisdom, or lose his inheritance, Ignorance sends her son Idleness to mislead him. Posing as Honest Recreation, he introduces Wit to Wantonness, who gives him a fool's headdress and steals his money. Good Nurture restores him to sense and introduces him to the true Honest Recreation, whom Wit finds boring. Two sailors blindfold Idleness and rob him of the money he stole from Wit. Wit rescues Idleness and fights Irksomeness, who leaves him for dead. Wisdom revives him and promises to be his lady if he will kill Irksomeness. She gives him a sword, Perseverance, which he uses to behead the monster. Idleness is proclaimed an outlaw, and is arrested after he steals Mother Bee’s porridge pot while Doll and Lob are kissing in the barn. Wit falls into Fancy’s clutches and is imprisoned. Good Nurture releases him and takes him to be married to Wisdom. Idleness also intends to go to the wedding, disguised as a priest.