Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 22 (broom, tiff, loathsome, snakes, hercles, dismal…). Matches are highlighted.
pawn my Lordship, fell my footcloth, but I will be revenged, do's she think she has married and Ass? No, she shall find that I would eyes. And do not stand too stiffly, do you make and Ass of me? but let these rascals laugh at me, Alas what could I do withal? was my destiny that I should abuse you. 'Tis I, 'tis I, I weep and
Full speech
I will have no mercy, I will not relent, justice beard is sha ven, and it shall give thee no hold, I am separated and I will be see perated. Hence creature, I am none of thy husband or father of thy bastard, no I will be tyrannous and a most deep revenger the or der shall stand would, thou Quean I would no wife now. Hence avant I will marry a woman with no womb, a creature with two noses, a wench with no hair rather then remarie thee, nay I will first marry, mark me I will first marry, observe me, I will rather marry a woman that with thirst drinks the blood of man: nay, heed me a woma ̄ that will thrust in crouds, a lady that being with child ventures the hope of her womb, nay gives two crowns for a room to behold a goodly man three parts a live quar tered, his privities hacled off, his belly launched up. Nay I'll ra there marry a woman to whom this smoking, hideous, bloudful, horred, though most joust spectacles, are very lust, rather, then reac cept thee, was I not a handsome fellow from my foot to my feather, had I not wit, nay, which is more, was I not a Done. and didst thou Acteon me, did I not make thee a Lady. I married thee in hope of children. Would thou ungrateful, immodest, unwise, & one that gods my witness I would loved, but go thy ways twist with whom thou wilt, for my partly tha'st spun a fair thread, whole kiss the now whole court the now, whole would the now? No, pity is a fool, and I will not wear his coxcomb, I have vowed to loath thee, the Irish man shall hate aquauity, the welsh man cheese, the dutch man shall loath salt butter before I relove thee, do's the babe pule? thou shouldst would cried be before, t'is to late now, no, the trees in autumn shall sooner call back the spring with shedding of their leaves; then thou re verse my joust irrevocable hatred with thy tears, away go vaunt. I know't I confess, all this I did and I do glory in't, why? cannot a young Lady for many months keep honest? no, I misthought it, my wife had wit, beauty, health, good birth, fair clothes and a passing body, a Lady of rare dis course, quick eye, sweet language, alluring behaviour, and exquisite entertainment. I misthought it, I feared, I doubted, and at the last I found it out, I praise my wit I knew I was a Cuckold. True Fawn, you shall read of some Lords that have had such a wit I can tell you, & I found it out, that I was a Cuckold And as for Vulcan was humanity more then humane; such excess of goodness for my partly only belong to the Gods. As for me my Fawn I am a bachelor now. Right, thats it and I knew it not, t'were nothing and if I had not pursued it too, it had lyen in oblivion, and shadowed in doubt, but now I would blaz'de it. True, isle pockit up no horns, but my revenge shall speak in thunder. I am none of those silen Coxcombs, it shall out. True I would don't my self. Yet I hope a man of wit may prevent his own mishap or if he can prevent it.— Yet make it known yet, and so known that the world may tremble with only thinking of it. Well Fawn whom shall I marry now? Oh heaven! that God made for a man no oh there means of procreation and maintaining the world peo pleaded but by weome ̄ , Oh that we could increase Like roses by be king slipped one from ̄ another or Like flies procreate with blowing, or any other way then by a woma ̄ , by wome ̄ who have no reason ̄ in their love, or mercy in their hate, no rule in their pity, no pity in their revenge, no judgeme ̄ to to speak, & yet no paty ̄ ce to hold their tongues; ma ̄ S opposite, the more held down; they swell, above the ̄ nought but will, beneath the ̄ nought but hell But that we must court, sonnet, flatter, bribe, kneel, sue to so feeble and imperfect, in constant, idle, vain, hollow, bubble, as woman is. Oh my face. Death a man, is she delivered? how Gentlemen why hazard you your reputation in shame full company with such a branded creature, Without paraphrase your meaning. Good gentlemen let one die but once. Is she not a strumpet? Is she not with Child? Oh I am sick, my blood ha the cramp, my stomach or'eturnes; Oh I am very sick. thats the grief on't but I shall never embrace her more. Oh 'tis true, too true. most right, Too true, too true. Oh yes, Oh yes. But me. As a Tiger, as a very Tiger. Never, alas good Fawn what wouldst wish me to do now? Nay thats too good, for I'll do worse then that, I'll marry again; where canst pick out a morsel for me Fawn ? What years Fawn. A good sober age, is she wealthy? Excellent. But is she wealthy And will she would me art sure? Alas Fawn I confess, what wouldst would me do? Fawn, thou art a scurvy bitter knave, and dost flout Dons to their faces, it thou flatteredst me to this, and now thou laughest at me, dost? though indeed I had a certain pro clivity, but thou madest me resolute, dost grin and gearne? Oh you comforters of life, helps in sickness, joys in death, & preservers of us, in our children, after death, women, have mere cy on me. Oh Fawn, thou hast no mercy in thee, dost thou leere on me? well, isle creep upon my knees to my wife, dost laugh at me? dost gearne at me? dost smile? dost leere on me, dost thou? Oh I am and Ass, true, I am a Coxcomb, well, I am mad, good: A mischief on your cogging tongue, your soothing throat, your oily jaws, your supple hammes, your dissembling smi less, and Oh the grand Devil on you all: when mischief fa uours our Fortune's, and we are miserably, though justly wretched More pity, comfort, and more help we have In foes professed, then in a flattering knave. Exit Most deer, deer Lady, wife, Lady, wife, Oh do not but look on me, and would some mercy. Sweet Lady. Dear, my love, wife. Alas, by the Lord Lady what should I say? as heaven shall bless me— what should I say? Alas I confess I confess. Yet be a woman—and for Gods sake help me. Madam if ever I have found favour in your eyes, if ever you have thought me a reasonable handsome fellow, as I am sure before I had a beard, you might. Oh be merciful! I do vow, as heaven bless me, I will do. What ere it be, say on I beseech you. Yes. Never. No No. Never. I swear I will not, I will not only not counterfeitly love your women, but I will truly hate them an't be possible, so far from maintaining them that I will beggar them, I will ne ver pick their trunks for letters, search their pockets, ruffle their bosoms, or tear their foul smocks, never, never. Never. Never, I will eat mine own arms first. As I am a sensible creature— Not as I have blood in me. I and highly, I will take no more Tobacco, or come to your sheets drunk, or get wenches, I will ever feed on fried frogs, broiled snails, and boilde Lamstones, I will adore thee more then a mortal, observe and serve you as more then a Mi stress, do all duties of a husband, all offices of a man, all sir vices of thy creature, and ever live in thy pleasure, or die in thy service. Until they lose, men know not whats a wife, We sleight and dully view the lamp of heaven, Because we daily seet, which but bereaved, And held one little week from darkened eyes, With greedy wonder, we should all admire, Opinion of command, puts out loves fire. Am I used thus? O Phalaris thy Bull. alas that's but the least drop of the storm of my revenge, I will unlegitimate the issue, what I will do, shall be horrible but to think. But Sir? I will do what a man of my form may do, and-laugh on, laugh on, do Sir Amorous, you have a Lady too. Do not anger me, least I most dreadfully curse thee, and wish thee married, o Zuccone, spit white, spit thy gall out, the only boon I crave of heaven is—but to have my honours inherited by a bastard, I will be most tyrannous, blooddily tyrannous in my revenge, and most terrible in my curses: live to grow blind with lust, senseless with use, loathed after, flattered before, hated all ways, trusted never, abhorred ever, and last may she live to wear a foul smock seven weeks together; heaven I beseech thee. I shall lose my wits. My wife is grown Like a Dutch-crest always rampant, rampant, before I will endure this affliction, I will live by raking coc kles out of kennels, nay, I will run my Country, forsake my reli gion, go weave Fustians, or roll the wheelbarrow at Rotter dam. Nay, I will be divorced in despite of em all, I'll go to law with her. Nay, I will go to law. True, wherefore is money? To a resolute mind these torments are not felt. I will I warrant thee, so I may be revenged, what care I what I do? A Coxecombe? A Woodcock? And nose. She shall i'faith Fawn, she shall, she shall, sweet Fawn, she shall i'faith old boy, it joys my blood to think on't, she shall i'faith; farewell loved Fawn, sweet Fawn farewell, she shall i'faith boy. Exit Zuccone. What a clock is't, is it passed three? O then I may be admitted, her afternoons private nap is taken, I shall take her napping. I hear ther's one jealous that I lie with my own wife, and begins to withdraw his hand: I protest I vow, and you will, on my knees, I'll take my sacrament on it, I lay not with her this four year, this four year; lee her not be turned upon me I beseech you. O Faunus dost know our Lady? No our Lady, for the love of charity incorporate with her, I would have all nations and degrees, all ages know our Lady for I covet only to be undoubtedly notorious. O young man, such women are Like Danaus tub, and in deed all women are Like Achillous, with whom Hercules wrest ling, he was no sooner hurled to the earth, but he rose up with double vigor, their fallen strengtheneth them. Exit Dondolo. Faun whats the whisper, whats the fools secret news? Not fit I know it, as thou art baptised tell me, tell me. Speak, I am a very block, I will not be moved, I am a very block. Yes do, burst me, burst me, burst me with longing: Not. As I am honest. With child? Fool. With child? by the pleasure of generation, I proclaim I lay not with her this — give us patience, give us patience. Heaven and earth. Nay, I will embrace, nay I will embrace a Jakes-farmer after eleven a clock at night, I will stand bore, and give wall to a Bellows-mender, pawn my Lordship, fell my footcloth, but I will be revenged, do's she think she has married and Ass? No, she shall find that I would eyes. And do not stand too stiffly, do you make and Ass of me? but let these rascals laugh at me, Alas what could I do withal? was my destiny that I should abuse you. 'Tis I, 'tis I, I weep and cry out, I have been a most continued ̄ tumelious offender, my only cry is misercre. Of me.
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.