Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 15 (ang, hunc, fleire, shillings, chil, sblood…). Matches are highlighted.
Canst never endure a blemish or Eclipse From such a hookt nose foul mouthed Bobber lips: Ere he shall boast, he used thee thus to's People, I'll see him first hanged high as any steeple. Oh monster vile, thou mighty ill bred Lubber, Art thou not moved to see her whine and blub ber? Shall Damsel fair (as thou must needs confess
soft and pliant mettle, Whose Fingers silk would gaul, now scour a Kettle? Though not to scuffle given, now I'll thwart thee, Let Blouse thy daughter serve for shillings forty. T'is meeter (I think) such ugly baggages Should in a Kitchen drudge for yearly wages, Than gentle She who hath been bred to stand Near chair of Queen with
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Fear not! let him storm on, and still grow rougher, Thou that art bright as candle cleared by snuffer, Canst never endure a blemish or Eclipse From such a hookt nose foul mouthed Bobber lips: Ere he shall boast, he used thee thus to's People, I'll see him first hanged high as any steeple. Oh monster vile, thou mighty ill bred Lubber, Art thou not moved to see her whine and blub ber? Shall Damsel fair (as thou must needs confess her) With Canvas apron, dress thy meat at dresser? Shall she that is of soft and pliant mettle, Whose Fingers silk would gaul, now scour a Kettle? Though not to scuffle given, now I'll thwart thee, Let Blouse thy daughter serve for shillings forty. T'is meeter (I think) such ugly baggages Should in a Kitchen drudge for yearly wages, Than gentle She who hath been bred to stand Near chair of Queen with Island shock in hand. At Questions and commands, all night to play, And Amber Possits eat at break of Day, Or score out Husbands in the charcoal ashes. With Courtly Knights, not roaring country swashes, Hath been her breeding still, and's more fit far To play on Virginals, and the Gittar, Than stir a seacole fire, or scum a Cauldron, When thou shalt break thy fast on a bulls Chaudron. Whine not my love, his fury straight will waste him, Stand off a while and see how I'll lambaste him.