Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

PINDARUS

in The Lost Lady — Berkeley, William, Sir

Metadata

PlayThe Lost Lady
AuthorBerkeley, William, Sir
Year (catalogued)1638
Decade1630s
Speech prefix(es)PIN. | Pin. | PIND.
Words641
Characters3334
Typicality0.16 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA08731
ClusterCluster 3 — Citizens, tradesfolk & neighbors

Important excerpts

Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 3 (numps, numpes, blastfield, wares, parson, nidden…). Matches are highlighted.

wildly? that you will put off your Obedience rather than lose one that you dare not say Hath interest in you; but by my Hope's of rest, I'll use the power custom and nature gives me, To force you to your happiness. It's a noble sorrow, but your deep Melancholy Gives it too large a growth. Our Greece would mourn if such a glorious

Full speech

How long is't you have undertaken to be your Own disposer? After my cares had sought you out a man that brings All blessings that the world calls happy; you must refuse him. I know the priest that gave it. Do you not blush, Being so young, to know how to distinguish the difference Of desires, and this so wildly? that you will put off your Obedience rather than lose one that you dare not say Hath interest in you; but by my Hope's of rest, I'll use the power custom and nature gives me, To force you to your happiness. It's a noble sorrow, but your deep Melancholy Gives it too large a growth. Our Greece would mourn if such a glorious Stock should end in the most flourishing branch. Where you pretend who can, but Heaven That designed a blessing to my child, it had Been pride to hope for, hath made her still Averse to his pretences; but giving her the Liberty of refusing, I know he is removed. My Lord ERGASTO, you see with how much candor I have embraced your love, yet though I do Put on a father's strictness in my daughters presence, I cannot force her to and act whereon For ever will depend her happiness. My house shall still be open to you as my heart. My business calls me, get you home, your servant. Tell my Lord LYSICLES, I will attend him in the walks. Where's this ungrateful child, whom the just gods Have cursed so much, they will not let her take The blessings they do offer? Canst thou hope either from my injured patience, Vexed by thy folly into rage and madness, What colour now to cover disobedience? Is LYSICLES unworthy? or your knowledge, Does it pierce farther than the eyes of all Into EUGENIO'S virtues? I tremble When I think thou mayest have cause To know him to thy shame: do not confess it, By the just gods if I do come to know it, I'll sacrifice thee on thy Mother's Tomb. Your faith? But you are not the same, 'twas never meant He should enjoy you if your brother died. Nor I no child, if you continue thus: Nor will I argue more to make you doubt, I am not resolute in my intents: A live or dead I'll give thee in the hands of LYSICLES. Talking to graves at night, and making love i'th day: My Lord, I, nor my daughter have deserved this. my Lord, this reconcilement will make way unto my Pardon, I have not been wanting in my promise To you; but my daughter thinks she has chosen So well, that without any leave, she hath made her Self, her own disposer. If I have any power, she shall be yours. You may excuse them by consenting To your friends desires. My Lord, you are not practised in the cares of Father's. I thought to have seen this Gentleman My son to morrow; and she does not refuse him: but — Most willingly I give it, since I have lost The Hope's of being allied to you, Heaven bless you both. Sir, your own love of my HERMIONE, And yours now, will teach you to admit And easy satisfaction for the troubles My love unto my Child hath thrown upon you. Your virtue promises more than I may hear From you: once more Heaven bless you. If my Lord ERGASTO now were satisfied, I shall be at peace; for having promised My Daughter to him, I would not have him Think that by me he's injured. I would do any thing. Is't possible, IRENE, do you love ERGASTO? If ever love make any deep impression In you, I am deceived. You have ill luck else Niece. Welcome my Lords, do you know this Lady?