Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

ANVILE

in The Northern Lass — Brome, Richard

Metadata

PlayThe Northern Lass
AuthorBrome, Richard
Year (catalogued)1632
First performance1629
Decade1630s
GenreComedy
Play typeAdult Professional
CompanyKing's Men
TheaterBlackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Speech prefix(es)An. | Anv. | A • . | A • l.
Words2120
Characters10965
Typicality0.35 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA16924
BritDrama no.2277
ClusterCluster 18 — Chronicle statesmen & prelates

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Full speech

Mr. Tridewall! well met. Why so fast sir, I took you for a Foot-post. Because you went so fast. B to since you are angry, I would you were going twice as last. If I interrupt you, hang me. Dee hear? Yes Lady; and that he intreats you, to bear with the sudden sse of the occasion, which he protests, deeply urges him to be married presently; desiring you not to trou ble your self in examination of his reasons: for upon his honesty and honour, the end of it is for good to you both. Come sweet Madame (now I am bold to give you your Due title) your knight is ready pressed on his aduontures (dee hear) and 'tis only you, that he seeks to encounter. 'Tis as I say Madame, (dee hear) the good fit's come on him. Is he bounteous and liberal would? Do's he make large Suppers and lend money. Dee hear? Is he good at that? A Butterprint? And that's a safe age for a Maid in the country: dee hear? Is she Northern (dee hear) will she not shrink in the wetting? A place of fair promising! How have I lived that never discovered this place before? This place royal! But sought my recreation, in by-lanes, and sluttish corners, vnsa vory Allies and Ditch sides? when here the whole house is perfumed: And Earl might think it his own lodging; Ladies might come to see the pictures, and not blush, to go in or out unmasked. I understand thy office, leads thee no further; thy pains are abroad and below stairs. Here honest Fetch. Look thee, heres the poor price of a new pair of shoes; take it. Descend, and execute thy duty. Now gentlewoman to you. What fees belong to your Key? Come, where's the bed? where's the party? Here's the man: her is the money. Chunke chunke you old Gamester, dost hear? Here's half a piece to buy to ee come plection, sack or Aquavitae. What thou likest. Faith one thats a little ill given at this time. Where's the ece? here are the pieces tell thee. Give me but a little space to wonder at thy strange demands and I will tell thee, good discretion. If I should pur chase a broken Cock comb, or bruised ribs now, for mista king another men habit, the smart were only mine. The villain swore to me, his Master was sent for; and that his Master swore this w S a Bawd to his choice Whore, newly entertained; and that she knew not him, and might well mistake me for him. On which presumption I would e waded thus far: and if I stick in the Mud, or be driven back by a tempest, I am armed. 'Tis not the first time I have been Weatherbeaten, or Dry-beaten, dee hear? You do not know me? or, at least, not remember me? She speaks Like the wife of and Orator, that could dictate her husbands speeches! Were not you this Mor ning at sir Philip Luckless lodging? spoke not you with him? sent you not for him afterwards to repair hither to the party? And know you not the man? I will instantly provide for your better welcome! Will you so? 'Twill pass: and by this light I think for my Master's jest: I will recover my charges, and gain over and above for three returns more with the bore repetition of it out of one ma S pu see, the Widgine. My jests are his nu triment; and my wit is his own , he pays so duly for it. If the Wench be but pleasing, now, oh my expectation, my fe licity is crowned. There is no government under the Sun, Like the politic government of a Bawdyhouse. You say my Love is but a Man. But I can find more ods. Betwixt him and others then I can, find between him and Gods. H has in's eye such Majesty. His shape is so divine. That were I Owner of the world. He only should be mine. Sweet prolog e to the ensuing Intertude Ent. Bea. Dost hear me honest fellow? was this the Parties voice? Excellent! She has raised my desire above her notes. Why am I that S rauishd, and yet delayed? Oh how her wit and care revives me! From hence forth she is my Bawd for ever. My discretion! But are they wholesome Lords Sirrah? Must I be locked in? The politic government of this little common wealth! O for a large Window, one of the last edition, to leap out with half my life or limbs. O hold: for heavens sake hold. I'll confess. O! o, isle continued f sse any thing. The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth h lpe me— No indeed, indeed, and indeed la I will not. O, o. Ladies speak for me. have you no mercy? No upon my life; only his Man abused me for my More ey. Sir Phillips own words to his Man, upon a letter this Lady delivered to him this Morning. Right sir: which he took so contemptuously, that instantly he resolved to marry the Widow, Mistress Fit chow; and was this Morning married privately in a Cham ber, within and hour after you saw him. It is undoubtedly true. I saw them married, and di ned with them, at his lodging, where they will sup too: But after S pper they go to her house in the Town to bed. That I'll deliver to you. Mean while the rest de sire they may withdraw a while. Now to your I disclose my self. My self, 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 Cousin Tridewell, who holds himself a lost Lover, in that you Madame to whom his affection is wholly devoted, have made your self incapable of him, in being the lawful right of another. This paper shows him more at large. She was your fair Niece sir Paul; the most dis consolate Beauty that ere I saw, giving her self 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, then you before intended with this Lady. Will you not go to bed sir? we wait for your p ints. Without offence isle tell you. You know this Mor ning at your Lodging, there passed some words betwixt me, and your sullen Kinsman, Master—indeed la, Tridewell, and from him too much indeed for me, a professed Soldier to bear: But the place protected him. Till after upon m ture consideration I made after him for satisfaction, thus armed as you see. Purposing with this Ropes end to right me; and to maintain that right with this sword, which I thank Mars never yet failed me; as it hath well been mani feasted by the effusion of much unworthy blood of my abum sers, in France, Spain, Italy, Poland, Sweden, Hungary, all parts of Germany. I have used it in some score or two of Sea fights too by the way. The first sighed I recovered of him, was as he was en tring the house of the greasy Knight there, what call you him? Squelch, I a pox squelch him. I waited a quarter of and hour at his door, for your Kinsman; and longer I would not, had he been Kinsman to the Emperor, and my Enemy. Therefore in I went, told Master Tridewell in his ear, my coming was to call him forth, to discharge the office of a Gentleman with his Sword, in answering those wrongs wherewith I held my reputation wounded. Was it not well, would? Could a poor Gentleman say more? and that in civil fashion very privately in respect of the company, not showing any the least distemper, in look or gesture. But the Women read presently in his countenance the whole matter; and briefly by their pretty persuasion I took ordinary satisfaction of him. Why he confess ed he wronged me, was sorry for't, and so forth. What should we speak more on't. This you must not speak of neither. You must promise me that of your honour, as you desire to hear what follows: I love no ripping up old so res. There's a Ganon for it Sir. If both parties agree to a divorce after Marriage, so it be before Copulation. If you will covenant on your partly in defence of my reputation, to let me rail at you behind your back, I will subscribe Here Sir, I deliver it as my deed. I know not whither it be discontent or wilfulness, that possesses her: but you are to have no entrance there to night. That she has suificiently sworn. Your coming, and the privilege of this place hath once more preserved that unworthy Tridewell from the ju stice of my fury, which should have fallen on him, had he been tuum and with me by this light. Sir I dare do't by day light, Moonlight, Starlight. Any light under the S nne. And that shall be tried well on Tridewel head, dec hear? Not h are? you , were I in a Combat as great as ever I my self fought any, I could both hear, and give counsel. Therefore say unto your self, by the help of your Governor she is your own. But dee hear? 'Tis done sir. I warrant she's placed, successfully, dee hear? I have sent her before his Worship by a Constable. And if I have not fitted her with a Second, my friend vex h m, the Constable, then say there is no wit among Kna es, no want among Scholars, no rest in the graven, nor unquietness in Marriage, dee hear? Sir, what help he has of me, is for the Ladies and his own sake, not your's dee hear. What dost thou think of me, weak fellow? Am not I a Commander, would? Kiss, and partly; kiss and partly. A Spaniard, Would! And for me sir— wid. Nay, I dare not but beeleeue that e before thou speakest Couernour: therefore prithee lets not talk oh it our selves, but quietly, and presently begin our travels, that we may hear no body else talk on't. I shall find a time to right my self, I doubt not. Yes an't please him. Have I eyes and ears, and can think of trifling Money matters? If I try not this Tridewell; put him to the dearest trial of his life.— Let me have these knocked out; these pulled off; these plucked out, and these sawd off. The time and place you mean. Think you he durst have done it, but in his kinsmans house; he and the multitude of his servants present. It is sir Philip Lady, come to do you right. De hear? Speak your self sir. Or the Devil to choke you. Well boisterous Master Tridewell, your Ropes end hath driven me into a business, here, deserves a whole Rope. But I hope that Dostiny attends not me, though this Marriage be his: And since it is his Fate, fair be fallen it him, I am discharged What and Owsell 'tis she means he shall marry her for a Song. B rlady a competent Modern portion. And in thy clothes I believe. Are you able to do that think you? What say you to that Lady. P x on you, I run sweet hazard to advance your fortune, do I not? Then thus sir? I soon perceived, their drist to ap peas, & win me to their friendship was for my assistance, and indeed to bear the out in this nights work, the Mask. The whole plot of all which was merely to so we dissension between you and your new married Lady, to work if they can a separation, before carnal copulation, in which if they can prevail, and that the dislike continue be tween you to that height, that a divorce be required equal lie by the consent of you both, your Marriage then is frustra ted, and you stand in stat quo prim dee hear. So your Cousin Tridewell may lawfully pursue his Hope's in your Bride, who ̄ he loves as eagerly as the melancholy virgin dotes on you. —Heigh down down derry down down down, &c.

Plot summary

Plot — The Northern Lass
Against the advice of his kinsman Triedwell, Sir Philip Luckless has contracted to marry Mistress Fitchew, a rich lawyer’s widow. He has second thoughts when he meets his future brother-in-law, the idiot Widgeon, and realizes that he may have allied himself to bad stock. Mistress Trainwell comes to remind him that he is already committed to marry the northern lass Constance, but he is unco-operative, calling Constance a whore and Trainwell a bawd. It later emerges that Constance sent Trainwell in the naive belief that a kiss from Luckless at a fleeting encounter was a binding offer of marriage. Triedwell attempts to save Luckless by dissuading Fitchew from the match. His arguments about the discontents of wifely obedience make no headway: Fitchew has already had her own dominance written into the marriage contract. Moreover, Triedwell falls 1629 in love with her himself. Fitchew suspects Luckless is trying to wriggle out of his obligations. When Luckless proposes having the marriage solemnized early, she takes it to be a bluff, and calls it; by that evening, they are married. They are presented with a wedding masque of forsaken lovers; Triedwell wears the willow for Fitchew and Constance for Luckless. This so offends Fitchew that she refuses to sleep with her new husband; Luckless regrets his hasty marriage. Constance falls into a melancholy over her lost love. Her uncle, the justice Sir Paul Squelch, tries to induce her to marry Nonsense, but she sees through an attempt to pass him off as Luckless. Squelch decides to get himself another heir by pursuing a more active sex life. Triedwell arranges for Holdup, a whore, to be brought before him in his official capacity; instead of punishing her, he adopts her as his mistress and, to ensure free access without suspicion, passes her off as Constance. Fitchew is persuaded to divorce Luckless, but she will only do so after Constance is already engaged. Triedwell induces Widgeon to woo the false Constance, which he does posing as Luckless. The real Constance is taken to see a doctor, who prescribes sex with Luckless as the cure for her melancholy; if that is questionable medical advice, it is because the ‘doctor’ is really Pate, Luckless’s servant. Squelch sees her leaving in Luckless’s coach and is told that she is eloping with Widgeon. The news of her brother’s success with ‘Constance’ fulfils Fitchew’s condition and the divorce goes through. Squelch is arrested as he goes to visit Holdup, and tries to pass…