Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 16 (nat, ningle, chould, numps, terry, dery…). Matches are highlighted.
O that I were snatched up into the sky! And there transformed into a cloud, that so I might dissolve into a shower of tears. O he's dead! Great sir, your deer and only son is slain.
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O that I were snatched up into the sky! And there transformed into a cloud, that so I might dissolve into a shower of tears. O he's dead! Great sir, your deer and only son is slain. We have done ill, To rush upon him with such violence; The sudden grief hath half distracted him; We'll strive to temper it with better Hope's, Things may not be so bade as our affections Have made us fear; Francisco Spinola Was often named. You have a faithful friend, to whom you may Safely pour out the secrets of your heart, The wise Justinian. Believe it sir, has all the signs of frenzy, His inflamed blood boils in his swelling veins, His eyes appear Like fire, his colour changes, He grates his teeth, and falters in his speech; Sometime he folds his arms, and deeply sighs, Then strikes his angry foot against the ground. Yes sir, by fits; sometime A stupid silence seizes him, and then He breaks again into his former rage. True sir, his rising passion at your name, Like a tumultuous multitude, at sighed Of a grave Judge, were for the time appeased; See where he comes, I pray observe, he vents His passion often in poetic rage. The wise Justinian means this night to bring Some curious music, that may rock his senses Into a slumber by sweet harmony, Working on his affections, we are all Eternally obliged to that good man; Who though he be with hearty sorrow moved To see his friend in such necessity, Even of his help, yet is resolved to employ His constant care, nor will he ever think His debt of friendship paid by my labour. To loose out friends and Fortune's I confess, Is that which needs must shake the firmest minds, But when there is no hope for us to increase Our own affliction, and to loose our spirits, Is and infirmity beneath a man: Why should we doubt his safe recovery? Since passion as we see, does but disturb His reason, not destroy't; when he's at worst, He'l Harken to the counfell of his friend. How earnestly he begs, that he may speak With Imperial, and it seems Justinian Already condescends to his request; Me thinks that should not be, since he suspects Him to be privy to Franciscoes death; No doubt, Justinian understands what's fit; Perchance if once he shall his mind unburden His passion may remit, or he may seem To promise, cause he would not have him crossed, These things we wholly must commit to him, Whose Judgment's not inferior to his love: He wished us but withdraw awhile, we must Not be far off, least he should chance to call, For what soever occasion they should have Ther's none but we assist: Sango the slave Hath taken liberty to go abroad, At his own pleasure, who would think the Villain Durst venture to be absent at this time? T'is ever best when such as they are kept To daily labour, the least ease corrupts them. Some plot, t'is Like to steal a silver spoon To purchase Opium, or the drug Tobacco; That is the height of their ambitious theft: But hark they knock I prithee go thou in, And i'll take order to have Sango sent for.