Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 11 (tospot, rees, ralph, soch, tout, oundes…). Matches are highlighted.
Prince Tiberio ? Who I? I rail at one of Ferrara, a Ferazes, no? didst thou ride? Hast thou worn socks? My cap, what officer? My lip, thy name good yeoman of the bottles? Why then shalt thou o yeoman of the bottles become a maker of Magnificees, thou shalt beg some odd suit, and change thy old shert, pare thy beard, cleanse thy
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What sport, what sport? A pretty crab, he would yield tart juice and he were squeezed. Spirit of wine, I cannot tell how these fireworks should be good at the solemnizing the birth of men or women, I am sure they are dangerous at their begetting, what more fireworks sir? Before heaven, a most sweet youth. What, in the name of prophesy? Does the Duke want no money? Speak, thou three legd Tripos, is thy ship of Fools a float yet? And excellent nuntius. Yes troth, but now 'tis grown Like and Almanake for the last year, passed date, the mark's out of thy mouth Dondolo. Did not Tiberio call his father fool? By this light he should would done then: home on him, three score ann five, to have and to hold, a Lady of fifteen. Oh a tyranny equal if not above thy torturing; thou didst bind the living and the dead bodies together, and forced them so to pine and rot, but this cruelty, binds breast to breast, not only different bodies, but if it were possible most unequal minds together, with and enforcement even scandalous to Nature. Now the layle deliver me, and intelligencer, be good to me you Cloisters of bondage, of whence art thou? A Ferrares what to me, camest thou in with the Prince Tiberio ? Who I? I rail at one of Ferrara, a Ferazes, no? didst thou ride? Hast thou worn socks? My cap, what officer? My lip, thy name good yeoman of the bottles? Why then shalt thou o yeoman of the bottles become a maker of Magnificees, thou shalt beg some odd suit, and change thy old shert, pare thy beard, cleanse thy teeth, and eat Apri cocks, marry a rich widow, or a cracked Lady, whose case thou shalt make good. Then my Pythagoras shall thou and I make a transmigration of souls, thou shalt marry my daughter, or my wife shall be thy gracious mistress. Seventeen punks shall be thy proportion. Thou shalt beg to thy comfort of clean linen, eat no more fresh beef at supper, or save the broth for next days porridge, but the flesh pots of Egypt shall fatten thee, and the Grasehopper shall flourish in thy summer. What do you think? By this night isle speak broadly first and thou wilt man, our Duke of Urban is a man very happily mad, for he thinks him self right perfectly wise, and most demonstratively learned; nay more. Not? Just in the devils mouth, thou shalt have place, Fawns thou shalt, behold this generous Nymphadoro a gallant of a clean boot, straight back, and beard of a most hopeful expectation, he is a sir vant of fair Dulcimels her very creature born to the Princes sole adoration, a man so spent in time to her, that piety (if no more of grace) must follow him when we have gained the room, second his suit Hercules. I'll be your intelligencer. Be thou but firm, that old doting iniquity of age, that on lie eyed lecherous Duke thy Lord shall be baffled to extremest de rision, his son prove his fool father's own issue. Faith to speak truth, my means are written in the book of fare, as yet unknown, and yet I am at my fool, and my hunting gelding, come, Viah, to this feastful entertainment. Hard by in the City here. Here Fawnus a health as deep as a female. Yes. No troth Fawn, I am not married. Why Fawn, why? Thank thee sweet Fawn, but why is clean linen such a grace, I prithee. But what hope rests for Nymphadora, thou art now with in the buttons of the Prince: shall the Duke his Father marry she Lady? By thy aid and Italian, deer Fawnus, thou art now wrig led into the Princes bosom, and thy sweet hand should Minister that Nectar to him, should make him immortal; Nymphadoro in direct phrase, thou shouldst murder the Prince, so revenge thine own wrongs, and be rewarded for that revenge. Yes in troth a paltry murre, last morning he blue nine bones out of his nose with and odd unwholesome murre: how do's my sister your Lady, what do's she breed? Witch, Fawnus witch, why how dost dream I live? is't four score a year thinkest thou maintains my geldings, my pa ges, foot-clothes, my best feeding, high play, and excellent come pany? no 'tis from hence, from hence, I mint some four hundred pound a year. What else Fawn. Before heaven I love thee to the heart, well I may praise God for my brother's weakness, for I assure thee, the land shall dis cend to me my little Fawn. Passed four I assure you sweet Done. You must tell no body: Done Zuccones Lady's with child apparently. But my sweet Lord. The enemy is in ambush. But not met, full sir, I am as gaunt as a hunting gel ding after 3. trained sents, before Venus fan I have been sha ling of peascods, upon four great Madonnas have I this after noon grafted the forked tree, Faith some score or two of Ladies or so, ravish me a mong them, divide my presents, and would indeed engross me were I indeed such and ass as to be made a Monopoly of: look sirrah what a vild hand one of them writes, who would ever take this for a. worser. dearest, or read this, for only, only dearest. True, but heres another much more legible, a good secretary my most affected Herod, the utmost ambition of my Hope's and only. Right, but heres a Ladies roman hand to me is be yond all, look ye, to her most elected servant, and worthy friend, Herod Baldonzozo Esquire, I believe thou knowest what Countesses hand this is, I'll show thee another. Prithee would silence whats that? Good hold. Forbear I beseech thee. Do not shame me to the day of judgement. For the Lords sake. Cease I beseech thee. Upon my heart Fawn thou pleasest me to the soul, why look you for mine own partly I must confess. See heeres the Dukes fool. What I prethe? Was not thou most curstfully mad to sever thy self from such and vnequalde rarity. Chaste as the first voice of a new born infant, why beast of man? senseless. unworthy arch coxcomb as thou art. Exeunt Nym. & Herod. Stop Ass, whats matter idiot? Pish, fool, theyle float in with the next tide. You may kiss her now, she is married. Good fool be acquainted with this lady to, she's of a very honest nature I assure thee. Kneel and cry man. And do not stand too stiffly. 'Tis I, 'tis I, I confess guilty, guilty. Possible? fie on this satiety, 'tis a dul, blunt weary, & drowsy passion; who would be a proper fellow to be thus gree dily devoured & swallowed among Ladies? faith 'tis my tor meant, my very rack. By even truth ti's very right, & for my partly would I were eunuched rather then thus sucked away with kisses, infee bling dalliance, & Oh the falling sickness on them all, why did reasonable nature give so strange, so rbellious, so tyrannous, so insatiate parts of appetite to so weak a governs a woma ̄ . I sir, right sir, to some few such unfortunate handsome fellows as my self am to my grief I know it. fool. Miserable man whose fortune were beyond tears to be pitied, but that thou art the ridiculous author of thine own laughed at mischief. suspicious. He swore he was bald. Well urged. As for my weak reigned brother hang him, he has soar shins dam him Hetoroclite, his brain's perished, his youth spent his fodder so fast on others Cattle, that he now wants for his own winter, I am feign to supply Fawn, for which I am supplied. What? know you not Done Zuccone the only desparatly railing Lord at's Lady that ever was confidently melancholy, that egregious idiot, that husband of the most witty, fair (and be it spoken with many men's true grief) most chased Lady Zoya, but we have entered into a confederacy of afflicting him. Silence it self, Would that Philosopher would hold good in law. Stay fool weel follow thee, for before heaven we must prepare our selves for this session. suggested privily against her.
Plot summary
Plot — Parasitaster, or The Fawn
After failing to persuade his son Tiberio to marry, Hercules, the widowed Duke of Ferrara, plans to marry Princess Dulcimel of Urbino, and sends Tiberio to negotiate the treaty. Hercules goes to Urbino himself, assumes the alias Faunus, meets Nymphadoro and Herod, and hears some unflattering remarks about himself in his other persona, Hercules. He gets them to introduce him at court, and becomes a favourite with the Duke of Urbino. Dulcimel would rather marry Tiberio than Hercules, and contrives to woo him using her father, Duke Gonzago, as an intermediary. She brings him a scarf which she has embroidered with a message, and tells him that it was sent by Tiberio; the outraged Gonzago gives it to the young man, thinking he is returning an unwanted would-be lover's gift. She then reports to ===== PAGE 176 ===== Gonzago that Tiberio intends to climb up the tree by her bedroom window and surreptitiously marry her. Gonzago repeats the plan back to Tiberio, revokes his diplomatic status, and orders him to leave Urbino. Instead, Tiberio. puts the plan into effect and marries Dulcimel in her bedroom. Faunus: observes the foolish behaviour of the courtiers at Urbino. Herod cuckolds his brother, the impotent Sir Amoroso, and gets his sister-in-law with child — in effect, dispossessing himself of the estate by producing an heir apparent. Donna Zoya, who bas not slept with her husband Zuccone for four years, feigns pregnancy, and the gossip spreads rapidly through the court, each person telling the next on condition that they keep it strictly to themselves. Zuccone repudiates her, then regrets it on learning she is not really an adulteress, but she will only take him back on new terms which give her the upper hand in the marriage. Faunus lays on a court entertainment: a parliament of Cupid to consider the many grievances lovers have sent to heaven. Cupid’s statutes are read, and several of the foolish courtiers are tried. Nymphadoro is convicted as a multiple philanderer and sent to the ship of fools, Herod for falsely boasting of love, and Granuffo for affecting silence to seem wiser than he is. Sir Amoroso (charged with wooing on false pretences) and Zuccone are spared. The last fool to be exposed is Gonzago, for procuring the seduction of his own daughter. Resuming his own identity, Hercules thanks Gonzago for securing Tiberio’s marriage.