Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 16 (nat, ningle, chould, numps, terry, dery…). Matches are highlighted.
Have you seen my Aunt yet Signior; here she is, I have News to inform you worth your knowledge. Very good, this is a rule I'll put in practice I, Thanks to my inclination can speak ill Of my own father signior. Better still, I Like this slighting humour infinitely, but how If they should talk of our Italian dams, I'm bound to
If they should talk of our Italian dams, I'm bound to be their Champion, for I've herd Strangers report, and I hold their opinion, Our Courtezans excel all other Nations. Excellent, excellent Genoa, I do defy thy costive girls, I'll henceforth love these English sparks of gold: Would I were there: it should go hard but I Would
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Very well met gentlemen, I scarce have breath To utter a wise word yet. Hear you the news, The General's arrived: farewell, he will not land Till I have had the maidenhead of his hand. Save you sweet Lady, save you, Aunt I have Lost all my morning exercise at tennis In seeking you, and yet was still in hazard Whither I should meet you; I must request a little Help from your Art good Aunt, a patch, or two, To make me appear more lovely; for my glase Tells me I have a very scurvy face Without some ornament. Wilt please you to dispatch Ant, i'm in hast, I've a whole staple of news to vent. Noble General you're happily encountered: Have you seen my Aunt yet Signior; here she is, I have News to inform you worth your knowledge. Very good, this is a rule I'll put in practice I, Thanks to my inclination can speak ill Of my own father signior. Better still, I Like this slighting humour infinitely, but how If they should talk of our Italian dams, I'm bound to be their Champion, for I've herd Strangers report, and I hold their opinion, Our Courtezans excel all other Nations. Excellent, excellent Genoa, I do defy thy costive girls, I'll henceforth love these English sparks of gold: Would I were there: it should go hard but I Would grafted on their Aldermen's Coxecombs. Commend them, and will be glad to imitate. Excellent, I love a man that cares not for hanging. Better: yet I'de give A hundred Ducats to be chronicled In such a historical Canto: who composes them? A Genoese. Thus sir, after our Italian fashion. If the maid that begs must be above fifteen, 'Tis shrewdly doubted where she'll be found. Or else when they have a masculine itch upon them, And would taste man, may they be wed to Eunuchs. May they when they would strive to mend their faces to allure a suitor, want paint and black-patches to stop the Crannies of their Cheeks; may their Pomatum be mixed with Hogs-grease, that they may be abominable even in the nose of Jews: may the greensickness reign in their bloods, and may they be debarred of oat meal, and clay-wall, and fallen to Rats bauc. May they want silks for gowns, and if they seek Supply from Naples, let them instead, be furnished With their Disease; may Millaners break and Feather-men, May my Aunt die suddenly, and bury with her All her devises; may there be no Earth Found to make looking-glasses, that they come to use of Kitchen-wenches, dress their heads by the reflection of a Pail of water, or in a pewter chamber vessel. Let the Duke do his worst, and all the state Stand on Pontilios, I can fetch a Lady Of excellent quality shall beg your Lordship, I'll make her doo't. Do you hear General, I'll tell you news, you were in Jeopardy to have had your little weasand slit; but I pronounce The happy word, be safe; his piece of beauty, By my persuasions does intend to take The edge of law off, and become your wife, True and inseparable. 'Tis true I'll bear her witness. With your leave gentlemen: Madam I have such news to tell you, as will tickle your understanding, to believe the Ge nerall is married; and more, Signior Doriam, Lord Bonivet lives; That's lucky news for you. My news has ever the worst luck; I must resolve to leave it off. This is news indeed; you do not mean to make a gul of me, a figo for a thousand Ducats: as J am a gentleman I know not French for any thing, not for and Ass: good your grace let me not be abused. How not one true French Word? Tutor, isle tell you news, You made a fool of me, I could abuse him horribly, If I durst for fear of beating. I'll pay it trible first, the name of war Has brought and age on me. GEntlemen, I'll tell you News, the Play is done, And he that writ it betwixt hope and Fear Stands pensive in the Tiring-house to hear Your Censures of his Play: Good Gentlemen Let it be kind, or otherwise his Pen Will write but dully, for he needs must lack If you disprayse't the quickening Spirit of Sack To inflame his Genius, which you'll ever find Devoted to you, if your Votes be kind. She's not ashamed to show her face, marry her Uncle, that I may call you so.