Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 15 (ang, hunc, fleire, shillings, chil, sblood…). Matches are highlighted.
transformation. Your Children are all bastards, not one of them, Upon my knowledge, of your own begetting. Not yet stirred? It's done of mere contempt, he will not now Be angry, to express his scorn of me. It's above patience this, insufferable. Proclaim me coward, if I put up this! Dotard you will be angry, will you not? How? what contempt
else too that rides here; I'll try his estridg stomach. You lie in your throat, and I will not. Your Mother was a whore, & I will not put it up. Your Father was hanged, and I will be revenged. But I will raise it; You are a fool! You are beside And arrant knave! I cannot move him—Oh my spleen!—it rises, For very anger I could
of me. It's above patience this, insufferable. Proclaim me coward, if I put up this! Dotard you will be angry, will you not? How? what contempt is this? Not yet angry? Still will you vex me? I will practice too? What new Alphabet Is this? Oh my Torment! still? Are not your Buttocks angry with my toes? Well, I'll try your Physic
Torment! still? Are not your Buttocks angry with my toes? Well, I'll try your Physic for the third assault; And exercise the patience of your nose. Are you not angry now? Oh it's a mere plot this, To jeer my tameness: will no sense of wrong Waken the lethargy of a cowards soul? Will not this rouse her rome her dead sleep,
of my storque, Anatomise him, searching every entrail, To see if nature, when she made this ass, This suffering ass; did not forget to give him Some gall! Learn anger sir against you meet me next; Never was man Like me with patience vexed. It's intolerable! Would thou Wertenberg worth the killing. I, can endure no longer, if
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Persuade me not, he has awaked a fury That carries steel about him. Daggs, and Pistolls! To bite his thumb at me? At me? wear I a sword To see men bite their thumbs—Rapiers and Daggers!- He is the son of a Whore. Muskets, and Canons!-eat it? If he dare eat it in contempt of me, He shall eat something else too that rides here; I'll try his estridg stomach. You lie in your throat, and I will not. Your Mother was a whore, & I will not put it up. Your Father was hanged, and I will be revenged. But I will raise it; You are a fool! You are beside And arrant knave! I cannot move him—Oh my spleen!—it rises, For very anger I could eat my knuckles. You are a horned beast, a very Cuckold! And I did grafted your horns, you might have come And found us glewd together Like two goats; And stood a witness to your transformation. Your Children are all bastards, not one of them, Upon my knowledge, of your own begetting. Not yet stirred? It's done of mere contempt, he will not now Be angry, to express his scorn of me. It's above patience this, insufferable. Proclaim me coward, if I put up this! Dotard you will be angry, will you not? How? what contempt is this? Not yet angry? Still will you vex me? I will practice too? What new Alphabet Is this? Oh my Torment! still? Are not your Buttocks angry with my toes? Well, I'll try your Physic for the third assault; And exercise the patience of your nose. Are you not angry now? Oh it's a mere plot this, To jeer my tameness: will no sense of wrong Waken the lethargy of a cowards soul? Will not this rouse her rome her dead sleep, nor this? A bitterness overflows me; my eyes flame, My blood boils in me, all my faculties Of soul and body move in a disorder; His patience hath so tortured me: Sirrah villain I will dissect thee with my rapiers point; Rip up each vein, and sinew of my storque, Anatomise him, searching every entrail, To see if nature, when she made this ass, This suffering ass; did not forget to give him Some gall! Learn anger sir against you meet me next; Never was man Like me with patience vexed. It's intolerable! Would thou Wertenberg worth the killing. I, can endure no longer, if your spleen Lie in your breech, thus I will kick it up.-
Plot summary
Plot — The Muses' Looking Glass
Bird and Mistress Flowerdew, Puritan residents of Blackfriars, bring their wares to the theatre, but are appalled when Roscius tells them they have been ordered for use as props in a filthy stage play. Roscius argues that they themselves make a living from the vice of vanity, and invites them to see the play before they condemn it; he will give them a running commentary on its moral import. Despite Roscius’ high claims, Comedy and Tragedy seem initially more concerned about the order of their precedence; they agree to spend a year in competition, staging examples of their respective genres, and whichever is adjudged the better will thereafter have the theatre to herself. The play is a series of episodes showing specific virtues to be the mean: an excess or a deficiency constitutes a vice. A lack of courtesy makes Dyscolus churlishly ready to pick quarrels, whereas too much of it makes Colax sycophantic, to such an extent that he hangs around for the rest of the play flattering all the other vices. Aphobus is over-confident and Deilus cowardly, afraid of his own shadow: they have respectively too much fortitude and too little. Temperance is the next example, illustrated by Acolastus the epicure and Anaisthetus the ascetic, followed by liberality, missing in Aneleutherus the miser and carried to excess in Asotus the prodigal. The over-ostentatious Banausus, full of extravagant schemes for public works, overdoes magnificence, whereas Microprepes balks at replacing a church steeple. (The Puritans in the audience 1630 approve.) Chaunus overvalues himself, and seeks inappropriate high offices, whereas Micropsychus thinks himself unsuited to even the meanest position. Meekness is quite absent from quarrelsome Orgylus, who persistently tries to provoke patient Aorgus to a fight, without success. The arrogant Alazon and the modest Eiron deviate from truth: one falsely claims personal qualities he lacks, the other denies those he does have. Philotimia is unduly fastidious about her appearance, whereas her slovenly husband Luparus would rather clothes had never been invented. The impudent bawd Anaiskyntia brings Kataplectus to visit Philotimia, but he is too bashful to speak to her in English. Philotimia appoints him her gentleman usher, and they go off together; it looks as if Luparus is going to be cuckolded, but he doesn’t care. The extremes of justice are next: Nimis is worldly and prone to accept bribes, adjudicating between litigants according to which can…