Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 21 (gar, shillings, alii, yongrave, ogenes, nat…). Matches are highlighted.
give me what I am: Return the title endue unto my birth Du hesse of Florence, and thy Sovereign. Make me as free as I was born, and give my love The liberty of nature: then shall I believe And think you love me. Uncle I am a hamed that any blood of mine Should harbour such and incest: you have and easier way To gain what you
good the fame The world is now possessed of: murder me, Then are you heir to Florence: 'tis not half so ill, As this incestuous mixture you so plead for, Gainst nature and the law of heaven: but on, Use your usurped power; be still a villain: My life is the utmost, and you may command it, But my bloods vessel given unto my
Full speech
Subjects are no fit loves for Sovereigns. Restore then that, that you have robbed me of, My honour and my life: for I am dead, So thought of in the world: give me what I am: Return the title endue unto my birth Du hesse of Florence, and thy Sovereign. Make me as free as I was born, and give my love The liberty of nature: then shall I believe And think you love me. Uncle I am a hamed that any blood of mine Should harbour such and incest: you have and easier way To gain what you desire: make good the fame The world is now possessed of: murder me, Then are you heir to Florence: 'tis not half so ill, As this incestuous mixture you so plead for, Gainst nature and the law of heaven: but on, Use your usurped power; be still a villain: My life is the utmost, and you may command it, But my bloods vessel given unto my soul, As a pure mansion to inhabit in Shall while I am and breath, be unprofaned. I'll be more cham to then Lucrece, die unstained. Oh Had our souls no deeper sense then flesh, Were they Like waxed pictures formable: Obsequiously to take impression From every rude hand, and be Like this will, That wills us unto some defo mity, I should not Amada complain of wrong But make religion of my forced restraint: I then should sleep and pray: and on my beads Number devo ion: my environed spirit Sho ld not thus swell beyond my present freedom: Whisper my wrongs, and prompt my weaker powers To prove impatience I am no infidel to thy posi ion, Sad thoughts oppress me: may I have no music? Some say that when the Thracian entered hell, The to tu ed souls enchanted with his tunes, Felt not their torments: Syciphus sat down, Ixion's wheel S ood still: the thirsty son of Jove, Forgot to drink, and all the r st did stand Can ching the air from his delicious hand: I would I might partake their happiness. Even as the labouring dayman after sleep. Refreshed and cherished: would but Amada. What would it Amada, it beckons to thee? It commands my absence. IF thou be'st humane, then forsake thy suit Your words are strange to me: my virgin ears Near knew such found: desist I will not bow. Sire's have left the Sea and sing on shore. HOw sweet are things known in their contraries When only apprehension, and sick thoughts Foster a greedy longing Amada ? Yet why should I repine, At this my foret restraint of liberty? Our life is but a sailing to our death, Through the world's Ocean: it makes no matter then Whither we put into the world's vast Sea, Shipped in a Pinnace or and Argosy: And yet me thinks the smooth Venitian Should more contenta Venus: In him love seems as he is, calm and mild, Pleasing and sportful: things rough and violent Die Like abortive fruit before perf ction. Th'are pursy and short breathed: th'ardor of true love Burns in a calm breast: in him affections Are not Like tempests raging: yet of force Like and even gale of wind to bear loves ship Unto the port of happiness: his fire Burns, and consumes no , but maintain desire. What are the Dukes at odd ? Was that that stayed their swords. Did I not think my Fortune's ebb at lowest? It might amaze me. How supple seems ambition? Uncle y'ar too low: Yet from the Sun true stars have all their lustre. I must be plain: love you me my Lord? I to that God that thou hast so profaned, Detested Atheist. S mething it would unfold to thee: I go. Exi Julia. I. Save me. Heathen profane. Soul of wrongs: whither? you're both to weak Ther's more then woman in me: villain, slave: In hell or in my graven: a rape, treason: treason. Treason, treason. Julia your Sovereign. And thus I give my self. Enough, too much: I am not fit for pleasure Or if I were thy Mermaid eloquence Sounds harsher in my ears then Sillas dogs Unto the frighted Seaman. If thou be'st gentle leave me Mahomet Our loves Like our religio S are at wars And I disclaim all peace.
Plot summary
Plot — The Turk (Muleasses the Turk)
Julia, the under-age Duchess of Florence, has been promised by her uncle, Borgias, in marriage to the Duke of Ferrara; but the Senate has promised her to the Duke of Venice. The rival dukes lay siege to Florence, but Borgias gets them to raise the siege by hiding Julia and telling them that she is dead. To supply a body for the funeral, he has his wife Timoclea poisoned by the Turk Muleasses. Borgias intends to marry his daughter Amada to Muleasses, marry Julia himself now that he is a widower, and make himself King of Italy; Muleasses will help him in order to secure Turkey a foothold in Christendom. They also plot to murder Venice and Ferrara, using a poison with a thirty-day time delay, so that they will not die until after they have left Florence. But Borgias still has another dead body to find, to stand in for Timoclea at her funeral, and he asks Eunuchus to help supply one. Eunuchus inveigles Bordello into a false assignation with Timoclea, intending to leave him instead in Borgias’s bedchamber to be killed. In fact, Timoclea is not dead: Muleasses only gave her a sleeping draught, and when she wakes he releases her from Julia’s tomb and promises to help her take revenge on her husband. She appears to Venice posing as Julia’s ghost, and denounces Borgias as her murderer. Bordello sees her en route to his assignation, and is scared off. Eunuchus is also haunted, flees, and ends up running into Ferrara’s dagger, with fatal consequences. After overhearing Muleasses express his passion for Amada, Timoclea jealously kills her. Muleasses encourages her to haunt and kill Borgias too. She tells her husband that she has been having an affair with the Turk, and he pretends to commit suicide by throwing himself off a balcony. This frees her to enjoy Muleasses, but he rejects her, intending that she 1607 should take her own life in despair. Muleasses calls for Eunuchus to remove Borgias’s body, but it is Ferrara who comes, in disguise, having substituted himself for the dead eunuch. Borgias, who is not really dead, stabs him; Ferrara lives long enough to reveal his true identity. In order to touch his wife’s conscience, Borgias poses as an echo, then as his own ghost; finally he strangles her with her own hair. Borgias plans to pin the murders of both Ferrara and Timoclea on Muleasses, but Bordello comes upon Timoclea’s body and is caught with it by Venice. Muleasses attempts to rape Julia, but Venice saves her. Muleasses explains Borgias’s plot; the two…