Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

DIPSAS

in The Jealous Lovers — Randolph, Thomas

Metadata

PlayThe Jealous Lovers
AuthorRandolph, Thomas
Year (catalogued)1632
First performance1632
Decade1630s
GenreComedy
Play typeUniversity
Theaterbefore the Court;at University;
Speech prefix(es)Dyp. | Dyps.
Words681
Characters3625
Typicality0.23 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA10407
BritDrama no.2365
ClusterCluster 15 — Devils, vices & grotesques

Important excerpts

Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 15 (ang, hunc, fleire, shillings, chil, sblood…). Matches are highlighted.

think, My best revenge age hath prevented now, Else every man should read it in thy brow. Gentle Sir, I pity the unripeness of your age. That cast your love upon a dangerous rock. My daughter! —But I blush to own the birth, And curse the womb so fruitful to my shame. You may be wise and happy —or repent. I will no more deny it,

Full speech

ROt in thy grave, thou dotard, I defy thee. Cursed be our day of marriage: shall I nurse And play the mother to another's brat? And she to nose my daughter? —Take Evadne Your prety-precious-by-blow-fair Evadne, The minion of the town: go—and provide her A place i'th' Spittle. I will not have my house afflicted with her, She ha more suitors then a pretty wench in and University, While my daughter ha leisure enough to follow her needle. And I must tell you you're and arrant Coxcomb To tell me so. My daughter nosed by a slut? Then a perpetual noise shall fill thy house, I will not let thee sleep, nor eat, nor drink, But I will torture thee with a peal of chiding. Thou shalt confess the troubled sea more calm: That thunder with less violence cleaves the air: The ravens, schreech-owls, and the mandrakes voice Shall be thy constant music—I can talk. Thy friends that come to see thee, shall grow deaf With my loud clamours. Heaven be praised for tongue, No woman in all Thebes is better weaponed: And it shall be sharper; or were any member Not dead beside my tongue, I would employ it In thy just torment. I am vexed to think, My best revenge age hath prevented now, Else every man should read it in thy brow. Gentle Sir, I pity the unripeness of your age. That cast your love upon a dangerous rock. My daughter! —But I blush to own the birth, And curse the womb so fruitful to my shame. You may be wise and happy —or repent. I will no more deny it, I have sown Those seeds of doubt, wishing to see dissension Ripe for the Fickle—For what cause I now Forbear to speak—but henceforth I will strive To clear those jealousies, and conclude their loves In a blessed nuptial. Let them have patience that can have patience. For I will have no patience—'Slid. Patience? patience? Speak boldly, by all holiness My answer shall be true. I blush, I cannot answer With a denial; not a proper Gentleman But forced my goatish eye to follow him: And when I had surveyed his parts, I would With any lose of honour, wealth, and friendship, Have bought him to my bed: and truly, Sir, 'Twas cheap at any rate. I had of late A months mind Sir to you: Y'ave the right make To please a Lady. And that's the reason I have crossed my daughter To further mine own love. Pity me, Sir, For though the fuel's spent, there is a spark Raked up ith' embers.—But I now desist. Please you to go to Ballios house, my daughter Shall meet you there—I hope that out of duty She will not grutch her mother a good turn When she is married—now and then. BAllio. See your house be stored With the deboisest Rorers in the city Let every room be filled with noise and quarreling, For Tyndarus is to meet Evadne there. You guess the rest; if not, this purse of gold Better inform you. Exit Dypsas. WHere shall I fly to hide me from my gilded? It follows me, Like those that run away From their own shadows: that which I would shun I bear about me. —Whom shall I appease? The living, or the dead? for I have injured Both you, and them. —Oh Tyndarus, here I kneel, And do confess my self thy cruel murdresse; And thine, Techmessa. —Gentle daughter, pardon me. But how shall I make satisfaction, That have but one poor life, and have lost two? O Pamphilus! my malice ruined thee, But most Evadne: for at her I aimed, Because she is no issue of my womb, But trusted by her father to my care. Her have I followed with a stepdame's hate, As envious that her beauty should eclipse My daughters honour. —But the gods in justice Have taken her hence to punish me. —My sins March up in troops against me. —But this potion Shall purge out life and them. Oh sweet daughter!

Plot summary

Plot — The Jealous Lovers
Simo lives an ascetic life so that his son Asotus will inherit a large fortune. Asotus asks for money now, and is given some. His tutor Ballio persuades him that it is vulgar to carry his own purse, and undertakes to do so for him. Tyndarus and Techmessa are both prone to jealousy of their respective lovers, Evadne and Pamphilus; Tyndarus even doubts Evadne’s chastity when she kisses him over-enthusiastically. Asotus tries to chat up Evadne, but she refuses him. He manages to purloin one of her ear-rings and, to avenge himself for the rebuff, shows it to Tyndarus, who reacts predictably. Ballio makes a play for Techmessa by encouraging her to think Pamphilus unwilling to defend her honour, and she charges him to take Pamphilus’ sword from him. He steals it from Pamphilus’ page while he is delivering letters to Techmessa, then tells her that he was given it by Pamphilus rather than rise to the provocation to fight. The page summons officers to arrest Ballio, and he confesses the ruse. Asotus also admits his slander of Evadne, and both are allowed to choose their own punishment; they elect to cudgel one another. Techmessa and Tyndarus decide to test their lovers: Tyndarus asks Pamphilus to woo Evadne, and Techmessa asks Evadne to respond to Tyndarus’ advances; the result confirms them in their jealousy, until the situation is explained. Techmessa’s mother Dipsas is keen to cross Evadne’s love, partly because she resents the fact that Evadne was brought up in her household despite being another man’s child, and partly because she fancies Tyndarus herself. When the pair are due to meet at Ballio’s house, Dipsas persuades Ballio to fill it with debauchees. This is easy enough, because Asotus keeps company there with poets, soldiers, and a courtesan, Phryne, whom he intends to marry. Eavesdropping on the revelry, Simo falls in love with Phryne himself, until Asotus forcefully persuades him to back off and contribute half his estate to Phryne’s marriage settlement. Tyndarus and Evadne are disconcerted by the roistering going on at the house, and Tyndarus rescues her from unwelcome advances. He asks her for sex by way of reward, and is rebuffed—then explains that this was another test. Pamphilus also arrives at the house, to meet Techmessa, but his presence triggers Tyndarus’ jealousy, while Evadne’s does the same for Techmessa when she arrives. Tyndarus and Techmessa agree on a ruse, and solicit the help of Ballio and Asotus: they will feign suicide and see how…