Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 19 (piety, thalander, crimes, blessings, loathed, pretend…). Matches are highlighted.
Negro, to the white compare, Of this unequaled beauty: Oh most accursed! That I have given her leave to challenge me: But Lady, poison speaks Italian well, And in a loathed kiss, I'll include her hell. Shoot home (fair Mistress) and as that kiss flies, From lip to lip, wound me with your sharp eyes. I will offend so, to be beaten still.
he's clogged, By the Injunction of a golden fee: When I call back my vows to Violetta, May I then slip into and obscure graven, Whose mould (unprest with stony monument) Dwelling in open air, may drink the tears Of the inconstant clouds to rot me soon, Out of my private linen Sepulcher. Then constant heart, thy fate with joy pursue,
Full speech
Lady, I know the fortune of the field, Is death with honour, or with shame to yield, As I have done. My reputation's lost. No, but reioyee, since I am beauty's thrall. Camillo I shall curb thy tyranny, In making me that Ladies prisoner: She has and Angels body, but within't, Her coy heart says there lies a heart of flint, Such beauty be my Jailer? a heavenly hell! The darkest dungeon, which spite can devise, To throw this carcase in, her glorious eyes Can make as lightsome, as the fairest chamber In Paris Louvre: come captivity, And chain me to her looks; how am I tossed? Being twice in mind, as twice in body lost. Lady, bid him whose heart no sorrow feels, Tickle the rushes with his wanton heals, I have too much led at mine. How? You hit it right. Then I obey, My heart I feel grows light, it melts away. Strange frenzy; after wretched Fontinell, O what a heaven is love! o what a hell! Doubts thou that boy Why boy? Where my little observer? Have your little eyes watched so narrowly? Fair Violetta I will wear thy love, Like this French order, near unto my heart, Via for fate, Fortune, lo this is all, At griefs rebound I'll mount, although I fallen. Thou ill advised Italian whence proceeds This sudden fury? Villain by my blood; I am as free born as your Venice Duke. Villain, Saint Dennis and my life to boot, Thy lips shall kiss this pavement or my foot. He steps upon his death that stirs a foot. Thou plaidst the Soldier then, the villain now. Treacherous Italians. To prison must I then? well, I will go, And with a light-winged spirit insult over woe, For in the darkest hell on earth, I'll find Her fair Idea to content my mind, Yet France and Italy with blistered tongue, Shall publish thy dishonour in my wrong O now how happy Wertenberg thou, couldst thou lodge me Where I could leave to love her? Thou canst: O happy man! This a kind of new invented law, First feed the Axe, after produce the Saw, Her heart no doubt will thy affections feel; For thou'lt plead sighs in blood, and tears in steel. Boy tell my love, her love thus sighing spoke: I'll veil my crest to death, for her deer sake. Oh happy persecution I embrace thee With and unfettered soul; so sweet a thing Is it to sighs upon the rack of love, Where each calamity is groaning: witness Of the poor Martyrs faith: I never herd Of any true affection, but was nipped With care; that (Like the Catter-piller) eats The leaves off the springs sweetest book, (the Rose) ''Loue bred on earth, is often noure'd in hell. ''By roate it reads woe, ere it learn to spell. To your secure and more then happy self, I tender thanks, for you have honoured me; You are my Jailer, and have pend me up, Least the poor fly (your prisoner) should alight Upon your Mistress lip; and thence derive, The dimpled print of and infective touch. Thou secure tyrant, (yet unhappy lover) Couldst thou chain Mountains to my captive feet, Yet Violetta's heart and mine should meet. By my loves best divinity it is. I will upon mine honour. My Violetta, o God! Where is this reverend Friar? No more of that. Questions now are thieves, And lies in Ambush to surprise our joys, My most happy stars shine still, shine on, Away, come, love beset, had need be gone. Dear Lady, o life of love, what sweetness dwells In loves variety? the soul that plods In one harsh book of beauty; but repeats The stale and tedious learning, that hath oft Faded the senses: when (in reading more) We glide in new sweets, and are starved with store, Now by the heart of love, my Violet Is a foul weed (o pure Italian flower!) She, a black Negro, to the white compare, Of this unequaled beauty: Oh most accursed! That I have given her leave to challenge me: But Lady, poison speaks Italian well, And in a loathed kiss, I'll include her hell. Shoot home (fair Mistress) and as that kiss flies, From lip to lip, wound me with your sharp eyes. I will offend so, to be beaten still. Oh most willingly my deer Madonna. Your voice does teach the Music, Upon their death's they shall, for they seek mine. Come they in shape of Devils, this Angel by: I am armed, let them come in; uds foot, they die. O God! Yield up my weapons and my foe so nigh? My self and weapons shall together yield, Come any one, come all. Who defies death, needs none, he's well prepared. For what? I do not thank your Duke; yet (if you will) Turn bloody Executioners: who die For so bright beauty, is a bright Sacrifice. Law give me law. In my Loves eyes immortal joys do dwell, She is my heaven; she from me, I am in hell: Therefore your Law, your Law: Oh sweetest Violet; I blush— Am I so happy then? Oh, boy thou hast new winged my captived soul, Now to my Fortune all the Fates may yield, For I have wone where first I lost the field. Oh whither, to damnation? wilt thou not? Thinkest thou the purity of my true soul Can taste your lepperous counsel? no, I defy you, Incestancie dwell on his riveled brow, That weds for dirt; or on thin-forced heart, That lags in Rearward of his Father's charge, When to some negro-gelderling he's clogged, By the Injunction of a golden fee: When I call back my vows to Violetta, May I then slip into and obscure graven, Whose mould (unprest with stony monument) Dwelling in open air, may drink the tears Of the inconstant clouds to rot me soon, Out of my private linen Sepulcher. Then constant heart, thy fate with joy pursue, Draw wonder to thy death expiring true. Farewell deer trusty slave; shall I profane This Temple with and Idol of strange love? When I do so let me dissolve in fire; Yet one day will I see this Dame, whose heart Talks off my misery, I'll not be so rude, To pay her kindness with ingratitude. Again, deer Love. I seal my self thine own, with both my hands, In this true deed of gift: Gallants, here stands This Ladies Champion, at his foot I'll lie, That dares touch her: who taintes my constancy, I am no man for him, fight he with her, And yield, for she's a noble conqueror.
Plot summary
Plot — Blurt, Master Constable, or The Spaniard's Night Walk
Camillo and Hippolito return home to Venice after a war with France. Camillo brings the French lord Fontinelle as a prisoner, and presents him to his love Violetta. She falls for the Frenchman, so Camillo sends him to prison. Hippolito takes charge of the situation. He makes the courtesan Imperia dote on Fontinelle by sending her his picture; but Fontinelle refuses to accept her love and is taken back to his dungeon. Meanwhile Camillo’s attempts to woo Violetta back are met with rejection. Fontinelle escapes by changing clothes with Frisco, and, using Violetta’s page as a go-between, makes an assignation at a chapel, where they are secretly married. Afterwards, though, he takes up with Imperia. Camillo swears revenge on all three and leads a party of armed men to kill them and hang out their dead bodies. Violetta also goes to find her husband at Imperia’s, and is invited to join him in bed. Camillo’s men, the watch, and the Duke all arrive simultaneously at the brothel. The Duke prevents murder being done, but has Fontinelle arrested for adultery, which is a capital crime in Venice. Violetta denies that infidelity has occurred: it was all a plot laid by her and Fontinelle. In the sub-plot, Lazarillo also arrives in Venice from the wars and gets lodgings with Blurt the constable. He goes to Imperia’s house to lecture the ladies on Spanish marital conduct, and makes a nocturnal assignation with Imperia. Simperina makes another assignation with old Curvetto, but when he tries to attract her attention he is doused with water. Lazarillo is equally unlucky in his date: he falls through a trapdoor. Curvetto returns and is climbing up a rope ladder let down by Frisco when his foot slips; Frisco accuses him of trying to burgle the house, and he is arrested by Blurt. Lazarillo climbs out and he too is doused, with urine, and then arrested by Blurt. Curvetto refuses to 1601 marry Imperia to escape the death penalty, but the Duke pardons him and Lazarillo anyway, and agrees to pay the money the latter owes Blurt.