Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 15 (ang, hunc, fleire, shillings, chil, sblood…). Matches are highlighted.
for a Shoulder of Mutton. Why done Sir. Some Loyne of Veil? Would? A Child. Here's and unlucky Breakfast. The Quean made us swear to keep it too. Villainous strange, Life had she none to gull, but poor Promoters, That watch hard for a living. Nothing mads me, but this was a Lamb head with you, you felt it, she has made Calves
have a feeling of him. True, true. Why then stand close indeed. What time of the year is't Sister? Well, leave your Basket then, And run and spare not. What a strange Wench it's? Would we might perish else. A politic Baggage, She makes us swear to keep it, I prethe look what market she hath made. Not for a Shoulder of Mutton.
gull, but poor Promoters, That watch hard for a living. Nothing mads me, but this was a Lamb head with you, you felt it, she has made Calves heads of us. I am so angry, I'll watch no more to day. Why then I'll make a motion. Let's e'ne go to the Checker at Queen-hive and rost the Loyne of Mutton, till young Flood, then send
I'll watch no more to day. Why then I'll make a motion. Let's e'ne go to the Checker at Queen-hive and rost the Loyne of Mutton, till young Flood, then send the Child to Branford.
Full speech
What is't that you would have? And the Butcher belike Should kill, and fell close in some upper Room? Either will serve, This Butcher shall kifse Newgate, less he turn up the Bottom of the Pocket of his Apron, You go to seek him? Hushed, stand close. Oh we love that sighed well, you cannot please us better: What do you gull us, call you these Shirts and Smocks? All Veil, Pox the worse luck, I promised faithfully to send this morning a fat quarter of Lamb, to a kind Gentlewoman in Turnebull street that longs, and how I'm crossed. Agreed, stand close again, another booty, What's he? I have forgotten him. Now I have a feeling of him. True, true. Why then stand close indeed. What time of the year is't Sister? Well, leave your Basket then, And run and spare not. What a strange Wench it's? Would we might perish else. A politic Baggage, She makes us swear to keep it, I prethe look what market she hath made. Not for a Shoulder of Mutton. Why done Sir. Some Loyne of Veil? Would? A Child. Here's and unlucky Breakfast. The Quean made us swear to keep it too. Villainous strange, Life had she none to gull, but poor Promoters, That watch hard for a living. Nothing mads me, but this was a Lamb head with you, you felt it, she has made Calves heads of us. I am so angry, I'll watch no more to day. Why then I'll make a motion. Let's e'ne go to the Checker at Queen-hive and rost the Loyne of Mutton, till young Flood, then send the Child to Branford.
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…