Cuthbert Burbage - Growth To Adulthood

Growth To Adulthood

Burbage was born in Coleman Street near Guildhall, London. His father bound him as servant to Walter Cope, gentleman usher to Burghley. As an adult, he joined the family business, then centered at The Theatre in Shoreditch. In 1586, his father's erstwhile partner John Brayne died, leading to a complex legal battle over Brayne's share in the Theatre. Brayne's widow wanted her share, as did John Hyde, a wealthy grocer who owned the mortgage on the theater. In 1589, Cuthbert settled this issue by paying Hyde for the mortgage (with it he offered a letter from Cope promising that Cope would help Hyde if need arose.) This move, an attempt to cut Brayne's widow out of her legacy, led first to a chancery suit and then to physical confrontation. Margaret Brayne and an associate, Robert Myles, visited Burbage's house, only to be threatened and driven away. They visited the Theatre, where a teenaged Richard Burbage allegedly beat Myles with a broom handle. The widow died in 1593, the case still unsettled. Myles later attempted to reach a compromise which would have made him a partner with Cuthbert; however, he desisted by 1597.

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