Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 20 (ithimore, nat, invisible, notary, glycerie, humfrey…). Matches are highlighted.
Colon of a Gentleman As you were lately pleased to term your worship Sir, Should be fulfilled with answerable food, To sharpen Blood, delight Health, and tickle Nature, Were you directed hither to this Street Sir? That shall not serve your turn, what a Rogue's this, how cunningly he came over us? By your leave Sir, We must
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Good, Your will Sir? How kills? Come hither Dick, A Bird, a Bird. Green-goose, you shall be savest. Not this Lent Sir? You say well Sir, Good reason that the Colon of a Gentleman As you were lately pleased to term your worship Sir, Should be fulfilled with answerable food, To sharpen Blood, delight Health, and tickle Nature, Were you directed hither to this Street Sir? That shall not serve your turn, what a Rogue's this, how cunningly he came over us? By your leave Sir, We must see what you have under your Cloak there. No, do you tell us that, what makes this lump stick out then, we must see Sir. It's all Veil. Let's share this, and see what hap comes next then. Sir, by your favour. Good M r Oliver, cry thee mercy, I faith. What hast thou there? Go, go, we see thee not, away, keep close, Heart let him pass, thou'lt never have the wit To know our benefactors. It's M. Beggerlands man the wealthy Merchant That is in fee with us. You know he purchased the whole Lent together Gave us ten groats a piece on Ashwednesday. A Wench. Look, look, poor Fool, She has left the Rumpe uncovered too, More to betray her, this is Like a Murderer, That will outface the deed with a bloody Band. You shall Wench, but this must stay with us. Now by this light I will. And never return I hope. Imprimis Sir, a good fat Loyne of Mutton, What comes next under this Cloth? Now for a quarter of Lamb. Done. By the mass I feel I have lost, It's of more weight I faith. No faith, here's a Lambs Head, I feel that plainly, why yet win my wager. Swounds what's here? A Pox of all dissembling cunning Whores. What shall's do? We might leave it else. Half our gettings must run in Suger-sope, And Nurse's wages now, beside many a pound of Soap, And Tallow, we have needs to get Loins of Mutton still, To save Suet to change for Candles. Prethe no more on't, There's time to get it up, it is not come To Mid-Lent Sunday yet. Faith nor I neither. Well, what is't?
Plot summary
Plot — A Chaste Maid in Cheapside
Sir Walter Whorehound lives high on the expectation of an inheritance: unless Sir Oliver Kix produces an heir, his estate will pass to Sir Walter — and Sir Oliver is impotent. Sir Walter maintains Allwit and his wife, paying for everything, in return for exclusive sexual access to Mistress Allwit: he is the true father of the children presumed to be Allwit’s. But Sir Walter is ===== PAGE 327 ===== 1613 planning to discontinue the arrangement and get married: the goldsmith Yellowhammer has agreed to marry his son Tim to a Welsh gentlewoman whom Sir Walter has introduced as his niece, and Sir Walter hopes himself to marry Tim’s sister Moll. Moll has other ideas: her sweetheart Touchwood plans to elope with her, and has Yellowhammer himself make the wedding ring, umaware of the bride’s identity. The elopement is foiled, however: Yellowhammer and Sir Walter intervene just as Touchwood is putting the ring onto Moll’s finger, and Moll is taken home and locked up. Touchwood’s elder brother is poor but virile, and cannot afford to cohabit with his wife for fear that she may produce a legitimate child he will not have the means to support. He has fathered a prolific number of bastards, and refuses to acknowledge one of them when a former paramour, a country wench, brings it to him. She then disposes of the baby by duping two corrupt promoters set to prevent the illicit trade in meat during Lent: she hides the child in a basket and allows them to confiscate it as contraband. Lady Kix’s maid suggests that Touchwood Seniors excessive fertility might solve Sir Oliver’s problems in begetting an heir; Sir Oliver agrees to pay him £400 for the job. Mistress Allwit gives birth to another of Sir Walter’s children. Tim Yellowhammer arrives home from Cambridge and is sent to see his mother at the christening party; he is priggish about being in female company, contrary to university rules, and the women are drunkenly embarrassing. Encouraged to woo his fiancée, Tim finds it heavy going: he tries to converse with her in Latin, she with him in Welsh. Allwit learns of Sir Walter’s plans for Moll, and tries to forestall them by telling Yellowhammer that his prospective son-in-law is a notorious whoremonger, but Yellowhammer is unconcerned by this. Moll disappears from home: she and Touchwood Junior have eloped again, with the help of the London watermen; but her mother drags her home by the hair. Yellowhammer decides to accelerate matters: the wedding is to be tomorrow, and Moll…