Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 0 (shillings, tom, guts, mutton, wares, dan…). Matches are highlighted.
and all alone! this feast would have beseemed thy friends and Neighbours, the worshipful of the Parish, our fellow Magistrates: but I thank thee for't, I have a stomach now as sharp—as if I would eat for anger. I would not for a pound I were to beguile any one of his Supper to night, Come fit Mistress Abigail. I, and wilt do
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I can drink Sack, and talk bawdy for a needs, if it come within the compass of my Office. Gi'me thy warrant then, and I'll serve it as greedily as a beggarly Undersheriff does and Actium of slander: But what is't? what is't boy? Unshale it, unshale it, What sir? Revenged? I'll give up my shop to be revenged on him, turn Summer to plague him with Citations— Or else I will be stern in my authority, set him in the Stocks, and set the Stocks at mine own door— Or hire a Witch to take away his Instrument of lust, and then he'll hang himself in his own girdle. Else I'll get him Carted, and lie with his wife the while. Some dreadful vengeance or other my offended Au thority shall take on him. I protest I never mistrusted it. A Cuckold innocent: what's that? If thou couldst do it in some bitter manner. Oh it's, I know it's. I'll do it Boy faith, I will, I will indeed Boy. Excellent Boy! for a searching brain thou mightest have made a Head-borrough. because I would have this hateful Stoics two rows of teeth drawn, for trespassing at my Table. How thou dost charge my head with scruples! And what then Boy? Damasippus I command you to fit in the devils name. Why this was quickly done. According to morality virtuous Damasippus. Fie upon't: how heavy this authority sits up on us! ever since midnight in the Dukes business! but it stands us upon ̄ it; it's for the credit of the City: we must do more than one bore Office, or we cannot be good Subject's. Here take in my weapon. Exit man. Oh, good wife! we be for this year Magistrates Officers of place, men of employment, the upholders of the City, the eyes of the Commonwealth: and therefore when matters of State call, we must come with wisdom, and with severity and swer our Vocation. Nay prithee Duck be quiet: when the Sessions are passed we shall have more leisure; mean while lets in, and drink this fury over in a cup of Canary. Come Mistress Abigail. By and by duck, we follow thee—so, fit as close to me now as mine Office, and here's a health in Canary to the formal Cuckold thy Husband. Hang him, he's a Goat, and thou hast, and shalt make him deserve it. Good Mistress Abigail, I was sure before he was not here. How now wife! at high Supper! and Wine! and Junkets! and knacks! and all alone! this feast would have beseemed thy friends and Neighbours, the worshipful of the Parish, our fellow Magistrates: but I thank thee for't, I have a stomach now as sharp—as if I would eat for anger. I would not for a pound I were to beguile any one of his Supper to night, Come fit Mistress Abigail. I, and wilt do still, though thy Husband herd thee say so. Nay prithee Mistress Abigail have patience. By this kiss you must—play on sirrah— Music is a noble Science. God a mercy— What and earthquake! more Devils i'the Vault? are you fired, and will blow us up? who have we here? I see our wives will bring us to all the venerable degrees of the City, before they have done. We are Acteons both: let us knock heads. Why now thou speakest Like a sister of the Lecture, and according to moralitiy. Let the City have it wench, and let my fine pure formal piece of Stoicity wear out six grogran Elbows with pleading moralities, and counterfeit railing against the sins of the flesh; spend all he can flatter from women to play the Epicure; and then make ragged Lectures and exercises in Cellars and Gravel Pits for a collection of seven pence, ere thou givest him so much as a good wish. A ficus for him whoreson Crab; he plays the Goat rampant abroad I hear. Thou art free now my sweet Ab: come, gi'me a threave of kisses—who would live tied to such a Bull of Basin. Music! most opportunely welcome; wee'll make a night on't now: strike up Tigellius. Body o'mee! that emblem of hypocrisy; he looks as cold and mortified as a Capon of a weeks killing. Neighbour Damasippus! now by my authority welcome into the Livery: wee'll have a company shortly. We have already Damasippus, our wives have min gled it. How sweet boy, how? Content; and wee'll go pawn his clothes the while, and be drunk with the money. And wash him too in Lethe-wa ter, that he may forget his way to my house. Would I could cast my head too. Can he draw teeth I wonder?
Plot summary
Plot — Adrasta, or The Woman's Spleen and Love's Conquest
Adrasta, Duchess of Florence, objects to the amours between her son Lucilio and Althea, a woman of lower rank. She forges a letter from Lucilio to Althea which describes a plan to murder the Duke; Althea’s reply provides evidence to have her arrested for treason. Lucilio visits her in prison, convinces her that the original letter was a fake, and arranges her escape. Dressed in women’s clothes, he takes her place in the cell, stands trial as her, and is sentenced to death. The substitution is discovered only just before the execution; Lucilio attempts to kill himself anyway, but is prevented by his friend Antonio. He leaves Florence, fearful of his parents’ reprisals, and asks Antonio to assume his name and go to Greece, hoping that his father’s agents will follow this false trail and so leave him in peace. Worried that he may yet take his own life, Antonio passes on the responsibility to the villainous servant Alastor, and shadowys Lucilio in disguise. Consulted by Adrasta, the witch Micale conjures up spirits, who locate Althea living as a shepherdess in the mountains and supply poison to dispose of her. Micale is magically transported there and tries to share food with her, but Althea is melancholy and only her friend Camilla will drink the poisoned wine. Micale’s second strategy entails getting her to despair and kill herself, so she claims that both Lucilio and Althea’s mother Julia have been executed. Camilla dies, and Althea covers her face with a scarf she was given by Lucilio. Shepherds find and bury her body, and show the scarf to Antonio, who infers that the dead girl is Althea and duly notifies Julia. Julia blames Lucilio for her daughter’s death and hires Assassino to murder him. Assassino tracks Lucilio to the port where he is about to take ship for Greece, not knowing it is really Alastor whom he is following; he kills the supposed Prince and disposes of the body in the sea, but is arrested and sent back to Florence for trial. The corpse is later recovered, but is so decomposed that only the clothes are identifiable. Assassino confesses, and implicates Julia in the hope of being spared himself. Antonio offers Julia his help to lie low, but plans to attend Assassino’s execution with her in disguise. Althea goes to the place of execution, intending to throw herself off the rock and be reunited with Lucilio in death; but on the edge she sees the living Lucilio coming with the same intention. They are found together when Assassino is brought…