Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 4 (loyalty, handmaid, spotless, blessings, hamilcar, moves…). Matches are highlighted.
Lordship would but Show me the way. O my Lord, Conscience. Well, 'tis poverty that does it, and not I, When shall I be paid. Well give me your Hand for it my Lord In writing, to be paid when I have Poisoned him, and think it done. It shall my Lord. exeunt manet Eum. and Leu. I'll be and Argus, none shall come here I warrant you, My
both love each other, what can my father More desire, that he gapes so after this old Count that comes for the estate, as tother upon My soul does not, but pure spotless love, but Now his plot is for revenge upon his old enemy: Fie, Fie 'tis bloody and unchristian, my soul Abhors such acts, this match may rather Reconcile our houses,
promise of five hundred crowns Hired me to poison him, that this is true Here's his own hand to witness it against him, Please it your Lordship's to peruse the writing. My Lord, I come from Athens with such news As I dare say is welcome though unlooked for, Your son Eugenio lives whom you so long Thought dead and mourned for.
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To none my Lord, At every place where I have stayed in town, Inquiring for your Lordship's house, I herd These tragic, but false news, the contrary I still concealed, though knew, intending first Your Lordship's ear should drink it. I Sir, you shall Command my service when you are ready. My Lord I was brought up a Scholar. And I thank your counsel, My Lord, I have some for you, and therefore I Came. 'Tis weighty and concerns you near. My Lord, you are to marry old Polimetes Daughter. No Heir My Lord, her Brother is alive. My Lord, What I speak is true, and to my knowledge His father gives it out in policy to marry his Daughter the better, to hook in suitors, and Specially aimed at you, thinking you rich And covetous, and now he has caught you. Let me be ever miserable if I speak Not truth, as sure as I am here Eugenio lives, I know it, and know him, where he is. Not a days journey hence, Where his father enjoined him to stay till your Match, and sends word to him of this plot: Beside, I overhard the old Lord and his man Roscio, laughing at you for being caught thus. Yes, But had scurvy entertainment Which I have thus revenged It stings him. Irus my Lord. I am so. Very poor. Is gladly if your Lordship would but Show me the way. O my Lord, Conscience. Well, 'tis poverty that does it, and not I, When shall I be paid. Well give me your Hand for it my Lord In writing, to be paid when I have Poisoned him, and think it done. It shall my Lord. exeunt manet Eum. and Leu. I'll be and Argus, none shall come here I warrant you, My very heart bleeds to see two such lovers so Faithfully parted so. I must condemn my father, He's too cruel in this hard Actium, and did not Nature forbid it, I could rail at him, to reak His long fostered malice against Lord Euphues thus Upon his son, the faithful lover of his own Daughter, and upon her, for should it come to pass As he expects it shall, I think to would kill her Too, she takes it —: See in what strange amazement Now she stands, her grief has spent it self so Far that it has left her senseless, it grieves Me thus to see her, I can scarce forbear revealing Of my self to her, but that I keep it for a Better occasion when things shall better answer to My purpose: Lady. In that my Lord your father has appointed To give attendance on you. I came but lately to him, nor do I mean Long to stay with him, in the mean time Lady Might I but do you any service. Madame, I have a feeling of your woe, A greater your own brother could not have, And think not that I come suborned by any To undermine your secrets, I am true, By all the gods I am, for further trial Command me any thing, send me on any message I'll do it faithfully, or any thing else That my poor power can compass. 'Tis not for thanks or need But for the service that I owe to virtue I would do this. Unless the King were pleased to grant his pardon, Twe're good that he were moved. Thats in my power To give you liberty, your father left me To be your keeper, but in and act So meritorious as this, I will not hinder you, Nay I will wait upon you to the Court. Come lets away. exeunt. Excellent virtue thou hadst not this from thy father. This is strange. Heaven bless thy suit thou mirror of thy sex, And best example of true constant love, That in the Sea of thy transcendent virtues Drownest all thy father's malice, and redeemest More in my thoughts then all thy kin can loose. exeunt. O my conscience, my conscience, the teror of a Guilty conscience. These are wise officers, I must be plainer yet. That gold, that cursed gold, that made me poison him Made me poison Eugenio. Alas master About a days journey hence, as he was Coming hom from Athens I met him, and Poisoned him. Count Virro hired me to do it. Welcome my long lost son from all the storms Of frowning fortune that thou hast endured Into thy father's arms. Had you not herd this news before Lysandro ? This morning he's arraigned, put of that habit You are in, and go along with me, leave your Friends hear awhile. By Count Ʋ irro, There he stands. Please it your Lordship I may relate the manner. This is that I look't for. if this young Lord , would you bestow your Daughter upon him, would you Lord? Yes lives to call thee brother Philocles. Pardon me good my Lord that I thus long Have from your knowledge kept my self concealed, My end was honest. Let it be ever so, I do embrace your love. Here my dread Liege. I thank your Majesty, what I have done Needs no requital, but I have a suit Unto Lord Euphues, please it your Majesty To be to him and inte cessor for me, I make no question but I shall obtain. That it would please him to bestow on me His Niece, the fair and virtuous Lady Laeda. Well I Like my sisters choice, she has taken a man Whose very looks and carriage speak him Worthy, beside he is Noble, his Fortune's sufficient, They both love each other, what can my father More desire, that he gapes so after this old Count that comes for the estate, as tother upon My soul does not, but pure spotless love, but Now his plot is for revenge upon his old enemy: Fie, Fie 'tis bloody and unchristian, my soul Abhors such acts, this match may rather Reconcile our houses, and I desire where worth Is to have friendship, as on my soul 'tis there. Well Philocles I hope to call thee brother. Somewhat I'll do, I'll go persuade Count Ʋ irro Not to love her, I know the way, and I'll but Tell him truth her brother lives, that will Cool his love quickly; but soft, here comes The Count as fit as may be. Ah my good Lord, deny what I have said, , as my bleeding heart Was making confession of my crime. I was poor, And want made me be hired. Eugenio was alive when first the news Was spread in Syracuse he was dead, Which false report Count Virro crediting, Became and earnest suitor to his Sister Thinking her Heir, but finding afterwards Her brother lived, and coming home Not a days journey hence, he sent me to him, And with a promise of five hundred crowns Hired me to poison him, that this is true Here's his own hand to witness it against him, Please it your Lordship's to peruse the writing. My Lord, I come from Athens with such news As I dare say is welcome though unlooked for, Your son Eugenio lives whom you so long Thought dead and mourned for. Upon my life my Lord I saw him well Within these few days. Thus in disguise I have discovered all, And found the cause of my reported death, Which did at first amaze me, but 'tis well, 'Tis to draw on the match between my sister And this rich Count, heaven grant it be content As well as fortune to her, but I fear She cannot love his age, how it succeeds I shall perceive, and while unknown I stay, I cannot hurt the project, help I may. Exit. As your own breast my Lord. A poor Scholar my Lord, one that Am little beholding to Fortune. But not lawful, my Lord. You joust powers, at to the quality of men offence, pe your correcting rods, and punish there Where he has sinned, did not my bleeding heart such a heavy share in this days woe, could with a free soul applaud your justice.
Plot summary
Plot — The Heir
In order to facilitate a marriage between his daughter Leucothoe and the wealthy Count Virro, Polymetes has the rumour put about that his son Eugenio has died during a trip overseas, which means that Leucothoe is now his heir. Among her many other admirers is Philocles, the son of Polymetes’ enemy, Euphues; he is barred from direct access to her, but is able to see her through the window of his friend Clerimont’s lodgings, next door to Polymetes’ house. He overhears her admitting that she does not love Virro, who is too old for her, but has fallen in love with a young man she saw riding in the street: Philocles. He throws a letter to her, and she plans an assignation with him in her father’s absence. Eugenio returns home disguised as the scholar Irus, but Polymetes seems less interested in the news of his son’s survival than that the rumour of his death should not be contradicted. Polymetes learns of Philocles’ assignation with Leucothoe; he and ‘Irus’ eavesdrop on it and hear the lovers plan to elope, even though stealing an heiress is a capital crime. Approving of his sister’s choice, Eugenio tells Virro that he will be marrying Leucothoe under false pretences, since the true heir is still alive; but Virro’s response is to hire ‘Irus’ to poison Eugenio. Polymetes catches Philocles and Leucothoe in the act of elopement, and Euphues’ attempts to secure a pardon are fruitless. Leucothoe’s pleading has more effect on the King, but only because he is attracted to her: he swears not to issue a pardon unless she has sex with him. When she adamantly refuses, the King tries to find a way out of his oath, but the papal price list for exemptions disgusts him and there is no legal loophole. At the trial, Philocles pleads guilty and is sentenced to death; Leucothoe declares her determination to die with him. ‘Irus’ is produced in court, having contrived to get himself arrested for murdering Eugenio; both he and Virro are also sentenced to death. ‘Irus’ gets Polymetes to declare in open court that, as things stand, he would allow Leucothoe to marry Philocles after all, if he were available. Then he reveals himself to be Eugenio: no murder has been committed, and no heiress stolen, so the death sentences are all quashed. In the sub-plot, Francisco has got Luce pregnant, and offers to make amends by marrying her; but her father Franklin intends her instead for the rich, foolish Shallow. Shallow is persuaded that he himself is responsible for her condition, and that,…