Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 10 (earine, jarbus, alack, vapours, mishap, hapless…). Matches are highlighted.
patient, Yet can I not but weep thinking on thee. It seems the Duke is Hunting in the Forest, Here let us rest our selves, and listen to Their Tones, for nothing but mishap here lies; Sing thou fair Child, I'll keep tune with my eyes. Wee're discovered, Daughter arise. Pardon Great Sir, this our neglect of duty Unto a Prince so gracious
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So please your Grace peruse it, It is included there. Oh Royal Sir, you still were Gracious, But betwixt your Virtues and his Merits there Hath been some interception, that hath stopped The current of your favours. Your Highness is most Royal? My Daughter Royal princess, Show us some cause I beg it? Small hope there is to see the Father righted. When the child is thus wronged. My Lord and husband? spare me passion, I must withdraw to death. Are all these Gentlemen summoned together, That were my Husbands followers, and whose Fortune's Expired in him? Welcome Gentlemen, My Husband led you on to many dangers Two years, and last to poverty: His revenues Before hand he sold to maintain his Army, When the Dukes pay still failed, you know you were Stored ever from his Coffers. It was his will, which to my utmost power I will make good, to satisfy his soldiers To the utmost farthing. All his Gold and Jewels I have already added, yet are we still To score to soldiery? what is your sum? There's double that in Gold. What yours? This Jewel mounts that. You are behind hand too: No true Soldier your reason? The Dukes Treasure Cannot make good that lose, yet are we rich In one thing: Nothing we have that were of nothing made, Nothing we have, my Husbands debts are paid. Morrow Gentlemen. Gentlemen I'm sorry that I cannot pay you better, Unto my wishes and your own desert, It's plainly seen great Persons oft times fallen, And the most Rich cannot give more then all. Good morrow Gentlemen, All ours was his alone, it came by him. And for his Honour it was paid again. We will leave Milan and to Florence straight, Though we are poor, yet where we live unknown It's the less grief, sirrah, will you consort With us, and bear a partly in our misfortunes? What's that? Tush, fear it not. Leave Milleine then, to Florence be our guide, Heaven when man fails, must for our help provide. Who? Lies this in my daughter? Lauretta, o behold thy mother's tears! Think on they Father, and his honour won, And call to mind our exile: All the wrongs We have endured by her, to whom we gave No cause, and now are plunge in a deep stream. Which not resisted, will for ever blemish The name of Sforsa thy great Ancestors, Thou'lt waken thy dead Father from his graven, And cause his honoured wounds which he received From that unthankful Duke, to bleed afresh, Powering out new blood from is grisly wounds, If thou consentest to this abhorred fact, Thy Mother's curse will seize on thee for ever: O child, behold me on my knees: I'll follow thee, O do not leave me thus, and pull on thee And everlasting stain, to scandal all Thy former Virtues, for the momentary Short pleasures of one night. O my deer daughter. O me, unhappy, that here knew grief till not. And what was it you said sirrah? My Lord you may. Who with her mother, Thus kneels to him, as to their Sovereign. Entreating, grace and pity. Milan is honourable. What place may we call this? what Climb? what Province? Yet here, since no man knows us, no man can Deride our misery: better die starved, Then basely beg. I have yet one poor piece of Gold reserved, Step to the Vi lage by and fetch some Wine. Here's a strange change: we must be patient, Yet can I not but weep thinking on thee. It seems the Duke is Hunting in the Forest, Here let us rest our selves, and listen to Their Tones, for nothing but mishap here lies; Sing thou fair Child, I'll keep tune with my eyes. Wee're discovered, Daughter arise. Pardon Great Sir, this our neglect of duty Unto a Prince so gracious and complete In virtuous endowments. P ace sirrah, it's the Prince. Fill to the Prince Lauretia. Sir. Sirrah. He's a mirror, and deserves a name Amongst the famous Worthies. Why sighs you? Love Daughter? I advise you curb your sense in time, Or you will bring your self into the way Of much dishonour. For this I love thee. Royal Sir, It's beyond hope or merit. Try the fools counsel daughter, but be sure To forfeit, and to pay. Child I must chide you, you give too much way unto this humour: It alters much your beauty. Away, your foolery unseasonable, Weel not believe you. Help to support her. No true man, Why? And he stole some Plate? And he stole the Pot? She took so little rest last night, my Lord I think she is scarce well. O misery beyond comparison! When save the Heavens we have no roof at all To shelter us.
Plot summary
Plot — A Maidenhead Well Lost
Julia has given herself sexually to her flance, the Prince of Parma, but is now concerned that he mav have fost interest in her: she has been told of a dalliance between him and Lauretta. When lulia publicly strikes Eauretta, Parma breaks off the engagement. In fact, Julia’. informant, Stroza, was lying: he has a grudge agamoat ===== PAGE 406 ===== Lauretta’s father, General Sforza, and has also been working to secure his downfall by delaying the shipment of money and supplies to the front. News arrives that the war is won, but that Sforza, unable to pay his men, gave them everything he had and died of grief. His widow pays the soldiers’ arrears out of her estate and leaves Milan with Lauretta. Fearful of dishonour, Julia tries to persuade Parma to stay by telling him she is pregnant. He denies paternity — she consented so readily to pre-marital sex that, misled by Stroza, he believes she must also have had other men - and leaves anyway. Her father the Duke learns of the situation, and sends Stroza to fetch Parma back, dead or alive. Julia’s unborn child saves her from execution for her misdeed, and she goes into hiding until the baby is born. When it is, the Duke orders Stroza to dispose of it, and plans to conceal her shame with a hasty marriage to another foreign prince. Stroza leaves the baby in a grove to be found by passers-by; sure enough, when he returns a few hours later, it has gone, found by Parma and recognized as his own true issue. Lauretta and her mother are found in the forest by the Prince of Florence, and installed by him in a ducal hunting lodge. She falls in love with him, but, knowing herself too low-born, gives cryptic answers to his questions about her love-life. Stroza arrives in Florence as an ambassador to negotiate a marriage between the Prince and Julia. The Duke of Florence accepts, and the Prince is obliged to consent. When he tells Lauretta about it, she initially assumes herself to be the bride, and continues her cryptic answers, telling him that she too will be marrying a prince at the exact same time; on learning he is to wed Julia, she faints. The Prince receives a letter from Parma warning him that Julia is unchaste, and he interrupts the wedding to raise the matter; only on receiving assurances of the bride’s virginity does he allow the ceremony to be completed. To avoid the deception being exposed on the wedding night, Stroza plans to put a substitute bride in the Prince’s bed, and bribes Lauretta to undertake the…