Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

PHULAS

in The Broken Heart — Ford, John

Metadata

PlayThe Broken Heart
AuthorFord, John
Year (catalogued)1633
Decade1630s
Speech prefix(es)Phul.
Words249
Characters1361
Typicality0.44 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA01046
ClusterCluster 0 — Clowns, beggars & street sellers

Important excerpts

Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 0 (shillings, tom, guts, mutton, wares, dan…). Matches are highlighted.

with Green and Russet. Yes truly, and it's talked about the streets, That since Lord Ithocles c me home, the Lyons Never left roaring, at which noise the ears Have danced their very hearts out. Beside, Lord Orgilus is fled to Athens Upon a fiery Dragon, and it's thought Of never can return. Moreover, please your Lordship, it's

Full speech

I do hear my Lord; a Mason Shall be provided suddenly. Care shall be had. — I will turn every thread About me to and eye. — here's a sweet life. It's a villainous world, One cannot hold his own in't. Oh my Lord, The rarest, quaintest, strangest, tickling news That ever — Forsooth (they say) the King has mewed All his grey beard, in stead of which is budded Another of a pure Carnation colour, Speckled with Green and Russet. Yes truly, and it's talked about the streets, That since Lord Ithocles c me home, the Lyons Never left roaring, at which noise the ears Have danced their very hearts out. Beside, Lord Orgilus is fled to Athens Upon a fiery Dragon, and it's thought Of never can return. Moreover, please your Lordship, it's reported For certain, that who ever is found jealous Without apparent proof that's wife is wanton, Shall be divorced: but this is but she-newes, I had it from a midwife. I have more yet. The horn of plenty crest him. A herd of Lords, Sir. A of Indies. Shoalds of horses. Caroches In drifts—th'one enter, th'other stand without, sir. And now I vanish. Exit Phulas. Here's a rare change My Lord, to cure the itch, is surely gelded; The Cuckold, in conceit, hath cast his horns. The garland of goodwill; — Old Lady, hold up Thy reverend snout, and trot behind me softly, As it becomes a Moil of ancient carriage. Exeunt, manet Bass