Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 15 (ang, hunc, fleire, shillings, chil, sblood…). Matches are highlighted.
for prefer ring to her service a monster of so lewd and impudent a life? Look too't; if thy smooth devil leave thee to thy infamy, I will never pity thy mortal pangs, never lodge thee under my roof, never own thee for my child; mercy be my witness.— Husband? heigh Dam! is't even so? nay then we have partners in affliction:
abominati ons to new tunes; as for me, I renounce thee, th'art no daugh ter of mine, I disclayne the legitimation of thy birth, and Curse the hour of thy Nativity. With child I shame to my graven! O whore, wretched beyond utterance or reformation! What wouldst say? His faith? Why thou fool, thou wickedly credulous fool, Canst thou imagine
Clapper have struck on both sides, all is well: Petruchio, thou art not wise enough to be a Parator; come hither man, come hither, speak softly, is thy daughter with child? Be shrew my heart, young Lord, but I believe thee: Alas, kind Lady, it's a Lordship to a dozen of points, But the j alous mad man will in his fury, Offer her
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GEt from me, strumpet, in famous whore, leprosy of my blood, make thy moan to Ballad singers, and Rhymers, they'll Jig out thy wretchedness and abominati ons to new tunes; as for me, I renounce thee, th'art no daugh ter of mine, I disclayne the legitimation of thy birth, and Curse the hour of thy Nativity. With child I shame to my graven! O whore, wretched beyond utterance or reformation! What wouldst say? His faith? Why thou fool, thou wickedly credulous fool, Canst thou imagine Luxury is observant of Religion? No, no, it is with a frequent Lecher as usual to for swear as to swear, their piety is in making idolatry a worship, their hearts and their tongues are as different as thou (thou whorel) and a Virgin. Foe, do not trick me off, I overheard your gambling; Hark in thine ear, so is mine too. Innocent by whom: what and idle question is that? One Cock hath trod both our Hens, Ferentes, Ferentes: who else? How dost take it? me Thy kes thou att wondrous pa tient: Why, I am mad, stark mad. What else, what else, Petruchio? and Madam, my quondam daughter, I hope h'aue passed some huge words of matrimony to you too. And how many more, the great Jucubus of hell knows best: Petruchio, give me your hand, mine own daughter in this arm, and yours, Colona, in this; there, there, fit you down together; never rise, as you hope to inherit our blessings, till you have plotted some brave revenge: think upon it to purpose, and you shall want no seconds to further it, be secret one to another: Come, Petruchio, let they alone, the wenches will demur on't, and for the process, wee'll give they courage. I, I, I, leave them alone: to work, wenches, to work.— We could not wish it better: Heaven is and unbribed Justice. Then, Petruchio, arm thy self with courage and resolution, and do not shrink from being stayed on thy own virtue. And I for mine:—o well done, girls. A modest answer. Shameless woman! this belief will damn thee: how will thy Lady Marquess justly reprove me, for prefer ring to her service a monster of so lewd and impudent a life? Look too't; if thy smooth devil leave thee to thy infamy, I will never pity thy mortal pangs, never lodge thee under my roof, never own thee for my child; mercy be my witness.— Husband? heigh Dam! is't even so? nay then we have partners in affliction: if my jolly gallants long Clapper have struck on both sides, all is well: Petruchio, thou art not wise enough to be a Parator; come hither man, come hither, speak softly, is thy daughter with child? Be shrew my heart, young Lord, but I believe thee: Alas, kind Lady, it's a Lordship to a dozen of points, But the j alous mad man will in his fury, Offer her some violence. Passion of my body, my Lord, if'a come in his odd fits to you, in the case you are,he might cut your throat ever you could provide a weapon of defence: nay, rather then it shall be so, hold take my sword in your hand, it's none of the sprusest, but it's a tough fox, will not fail his master: Come what will come, take it, I'll answer' I: in the mean time, Pe truchio and I will back to the Duchess lodging.— Look to your self, my Lord, the Duke comes.
Plot summary
Plot — Love's Sacrifice
D'Avolos induces Roseilli to leave court by inventing a ducal order of banishment, then intervenes in a developing love-quadrangle: the Duke has recently married Bianca, who is loved by Fernando, who in turn is loved by Fiormonda. Bianca repeatedly refuses to hear Fernando's protestations, but later visits him in bed while the Duke is away hunting, and admits that she reciprocates his love. However, he will not take dishonourable advantage of the situation, and adultery does not occur. D'Avolos learns of their mutual attraction, andtells Fiormonda. With Fernando's connivance, Roseilli returns to court disguised as a fool, and is placed in Fiormonda's household. Ferentes woos three women-Colona, Julia, and old Morona-and under promise of marriage gets each of them pregnant; he then refuses to honour his word to any of them. Fernando proposes to welcome Bianca's uncle to court with a masque, but the jilted women use it as a front for revenge, and kill Ferentes during the performance. They are bailed into male custody and eventually pardoned, but old Mauruccio, the only other masquer deemed criminally responsible, is imprisoned. Bianca and Fernando plead for his release, which is granted after Morona agrees to marry him, but the couple are then banished. D'Avolos casually draws the Duke's attention to Bianca's solicitude towards Fernando, and works with Fiormonda to foster his jealousy: they insinuate that Ferentes was killed to silence him, but the Duke asks for ocular proof of adultery. Fiormonda gives Fernando a chance to accept her love in preference to Bianca's, but his refusal confirms her vindictiveness; Roseilli hears her plotting against the favourite. The Duke pretends to leave court, then returns to find Fernando and Bianca together. Fernando is arrested, and the Duke kills Bianca. Fernando affirms Bianca's chastity, and the penitent Duke visits her tomb. Inside he finds Fernando in a winding sheet, who rebukes the Duke and poisons himself; the Duke stabs himself in remorse. Having learned Roseilli's true identity, Fiormonda bestows the dukedom on him by choosing him as her husband. After accepting, he demands that she live out the rest of her life in repentance and married celibacy. D'Avolos is imprisoned and starved