Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 6 (armies, fleece, pestle, wonted, pikes, thundering…). Matches are highlighted.
with my needle I will set each hair In decent order, as you rank your squadrons. You sha'nt be angry: by this kiss you shall not. You sha'not. Let me alone, I'll fleece him.— Of what a sweet aspect! how lovely looked Is this fine Gentleman! —I hope you know It is in Thebes the custom to salute Fair ladies with a kiss. — Good Sir,
Full speech
Pardon me, dreadful deity of war, 'Twas love of you that forced me from my sphere, And made me leave my Orb without her influence, To meet you in the fury of the fight Sweating with rage, and reeking in the blood Of wretches sacrificed to the Stygian flood. Cruel Mars! Let the conjunction of my milder star Temper the too malignant force of thine. The drum, the fife, and trumpet shall be turned To lutes, and citherns. We will drink in helmets, And cause the soldier turn his blade to knives To conquer capons, and the stubble goose: No weapons in the age to come be known, But sword of Bacon, and the shield of Brawn. Deign me a kiss, great Warrior. Let me redeem more thousands with a second. Oh let me kiss away all rigour from thee. Thus shall it vanish. How? drawn by lions? Come beauteous Mars, I'll kemb thy hair smooth as the ravens feather, And weave those stubborn locks to amorous bracelets; Then call a livelier read into thy face, And soften with a kiss thy rugged lips. I must not have this beard so rudely grow, But with my needle I will set each hair In decent order, as you rank your squadrons. You sha'nt be angry: by this kiss you shall not. You sha'not. Let me alone, I'll fleece him.— Of what a sweet aspect! how lovely looked Is this fine Gentleman! —I hope you know It is in Thebes the custom to salute Fair ladies with a kiss. — Good Sir, another kiss: you have a breath Composed of odours. How ravishing is his face? Come, lie thee down by me; here we will fit. How comely are these silver hairs? This hand Is e'ne as right to my own mind, as if I had the making of it. Let me throw My arms about thee. Give me thy hand. How smooth a palm he has! How with a touch it melts! Let us score kisses up On one another's lips. Thou shalt not speak, But I will suck thy words ever they have felt The open air.— I can hardly stay Till morning. He? a poor mushrum! Your boy? I should have guessed him for your father. He has a skin as wrinkled as a Tortoise. I have mista'ne him often for a hedgehog Crept out on's skin. Pray keep the fool at home. Where is my love? shall sorrow rival me, Enter Phryne. Pray, Sir, how does death Deal with the Ladies? Is he so unmannerly As not to make distinction of degrees? I hope the rougher bones of men have had More education, then to trouble theirs That are of gentler stuff. No matter, my Asotus: Let death do His pleasure then, we'll do our pleasures now. Each minute that is lost is passed recall. This is the time allotted for our sports, It sin to pass it. While our lips are soft, And our embraces warm, we'll twine and kiss. When we shall be such things as these, let worms Crawl through our eyes, and eat our noses off, It is no matter. While we lived, we lived. RIses Aurora with a happy light On my Asotus? What means my deer? I fear you have studied the black art of late. What of all this? Health attend you, Sir. Exit Phryn. Well Sir, for want of a better, I am content to take you. And I take you for my obedient husband.
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…