Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 19 (piety, thalander, crimes, blessings, loathed, pretend…). Matches are highlighted.
the West, Or rising early from the grey ei'de morn. What do I vaunt but your large bountihood And show how liberal a Lord I serve. Music and poetry, my two last crimes, Are those two exercises of delight, Wherewithlong labours I do weary out. The dying Swan is not forbid to sing. The waves of Heber played on Orpheus strings, When
Full speech
My liege, what cravest thou at thy vassals hands? My Lord, what needs these terms betwixt us two? Upbraiding, ill beseems your bounteous mind: I do you honour for advancing me. Why, t'is a credit for your excellence, To have so great a subject as I am: This is your glory and magnificence, That without stooping of your mightiness, Or taking any whit from your high state, You can make one as mighty as your self. If Envy unconfuted may accuse, Then Innocence must uncondemned die. The name of Martyrdom offence hath gained, When fury stopped a froward Judges ears. Much I'll not say (much speech much folly shows) What I have done, you gave me leave to do. The excrements you bred, whereon I feed, To rid the earth of their contagious fumes; With such gross carriage did I load my beams, I burned no grass, I dried no springs and Lake's: I sucked no mines, I withered no green boughs. But when to ripen harvest I was forcest, To make my rays more fervent then I wont, For Daphne's wrongs and escapes in Thetis lap, All Gods are subject to the Like mishap. Stars daily fallen (t'is use is all in all) And men account the fallen but nature's course: Vaunting my jewels, hasting to the West, Or rising early from the grey ei'de morn. What do I vaunt but your large bountihood And show how liberal a Lord I serve. Music and poetry, my two last crimes, Are those two exercises of delight, Wherewithlong labours I do weary out. The dying Swan is not forbid to sing. The waves of Heber played on Orpheus strings, When he (sweet musiques Trophe) was destroyed. And as for Poetry, woods eloquence, (Dead Phaeton's three sisters funeral tears That by the gods were to Electrum turned) Not flint, or rocks of Icy cinders framed, Deny the source of silver-falling streams. Envy envieth not outcries unrest: In vain I plead, well, is to me a fault, And these my words seem the flight web of art, And not to have the taste of sounder truth. Let none but fools, be cared for of the wise; Knowledge own children, knowledge most despise. The winds, not I, have floods & tides in chase: Diana, whom our fables call the moon, Only commandeth over the raging may ne, She leads his wallowing offspring up and down, She waining, all streams ebb in the year: She was eclipsed, when that the Thames was bore. What is eclipsed, will one day shine again: Though winter frowns, the Spring will ease my pain. Time, from the brow, does wipe out every stain.
Plot summary
Plot — Summer's Last Will and Testament
The ghost of WillNSWRIRIERS) assigned to speak the prologue to the play, is irritated that he has not been given a better part, and decides to remain on stage throughout the play and mock the actors. Siiiiier is mortally ill, He summons his officers to account for the wealth with which he has entrusted them. All M8, the Spring, has to show for his stewardship is a morris dance and other seasonal sports; he justifies his prodigality with the argument that gold is contemptible. Summer imposes a penance: he will always be attended with the abstinence of Lent. SGIStiEMm received little from Summer in the first place and can only render his loyalty and faithful service. Sol is criticized for arrogance above his station: he withers plants and dries up rivers, most recently the Thames. He insists that his haughty demeanour is appropriate for a servant of the great Summer, and tries to blame the moon for his misdeeds; so Summer sentences him to be eclipsed. @HiGh has left his celestial hunting-ground to look for game on Earth. After Abin disparages dogs, he declares their glories at length. He has no tribute to offer Summer, so he is banished for a year. H@EVE8t is more interested in singing than in rendering his account. He faces charges of corruption and hoarding corn, but denies them: it has simply been a poor harvest this year. Summer is satisfied and awards him a year’s rest from his labours. is too busy drinking to answer questions. He gets Will Summers drunk and ‘knights’ him with a jack of ale. Summer is unimpressed, Bacchus’ sentence is to be imprisoned in cellars and never entrusted with men’s secrets. Bacchus curses Summer with the absence of good cheer. Despairing of his servants’ negligence, Summer makes his will. Since he has no children, all he has must go to Autumn and Wintér. Autumn is over-eager to get his hands on Summer's crown, and Winter presents himself as a worthier successor. He disapproves of what he considers to be unprofitable members of the commonwealth, such as poets and philosophers, and feels that the only good books are works of divinity. Summer appoints Winter as Autumn’s overseer, treasurer, and protector; Autumn will be able to rule only with Winter’s consent. Autumn will not accept this, and warns Summer of the threat posed by Winter’s sons, Ghtistimas and BaekWinter. Called to answer the changes, Christmas proves hostile to the humbug of seasonal cheer and hospitality, and the mean-spirited Backwinter hates all warmth and…