Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 4 (loyalty, handmaid, spotless, blessings, hamilcar, moves…). Matches are highlighted.
with more of virtuous truth, then I do you, and wonnot you love me then? Weeps. O you're a sweet brother. But I have the charge of my Father's keys, where all his writings lie. Stay, stay. What is he in the name of Cupid? He makes and indifferent wooing, O sweet Ancient, keep thy word, and win my heart, They say, a Moonshine night
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O Brother, it's well you are up. Now you shall see the dainty Widow, the sweet Widow, the delicate Widow, that to morrow morning must be our Mother in Law. She, she, good Brother make your self handsome, for my father will bring her hither presently. Marry old Earelacke, is my Father mad? By my troth 'tis he Captain Yongs soon, I have l ved him even with languishings, ever since I was a girl but should I know it, I should run mad sure, what handsome Gentlemen travaire and manners makes, my Father begun to you Sir, in a cup of final Beer. O look, look, o alas what shall I do with him? Good Sir, what rashness was parent to this mad ness, marry and old man— Eare-lacke the Informer? This wound wants oil, good sir in all my paths I will make you my guide, I was only startled, And with the suddenness of the word marriage In that I knew, that this deserving Gentleman And I, had never so much conference, Whereby this coal of Paph S, by the Rhethoricke Of his love-stealing heart, Captivating Language, Might be blown into a flame. Please you go before Sir? Sir. Remember this, madbrain. There we must meet soon, and be married to morrow morning, Sim, is't not a mad brother? This is a mad Lover indeed, prithee read it. He makes two Mary's serve one Mistress? But not o'th Coxecombe, he should have put in that. Master busy it seems was not idle. Fie, what shall I do with all them? Troth, neither of either, so let him understand. If he be sick with the love of me, prithee tell him, I cannot endure him, let him make a virtue of necessi tie, and apply my hate for's health. Believe me Sir, I thought I had given it you, he that took it called me by my name. Yes indeed Sir, and will lie with this Gentleman soon at night: do you think I wood chew Ram mut tun, when I might swallow Venison, that's none of Venus documents Monsieur Dottevill? Pretty well now Sir. Yes sir. What is't. the Beer a great eale Sir. But not in quantity. Why? Will you tell me one thing before you try? Which is smaller, this Beer or your wit? In quality. Why then I pray keep your quantity of your wit, from the quality of my maidenhead, and ye shall find my maidenhead more then your wit. O Sim, the Ancient, the delicate Ancient there's a man, and thou talkest of a man, a good face & sparkling eye, a strength body, a delicate hand, a clean leg and foot, ah sweet Sim, there's a man worth, Maidenhead. Sir, many thoughts trouble me, and your words carry such weight, that I will choose a time, when I have nothing else to do, to think on they. Out upon him, what a suitor have I God, I am sorry you are so bade and Archer sir. Why, to shoot at Buts, when you should prick-shafts, short shooting will lose you the game, I a you sir. I shall sir. O sweet Sim, what shall I do to morrow, to morrow must be the day, the doleful day, the dismal day, alas Sim, what dost thou think in thy conscience I shall do with and old man? I cooed willingly marry him, if I might do no thing but look on him all day, where he might not see me, but to he with him, alas I shall be undone the first night. Nay, and then the old fellow would mumble me to bed. Prithee go in and busy the old man with a piece of Reynard the Fox, that he may not disturb us, for at this hour I expect Ancient Young, and my Brother. Look, look, & he have not brought him just upon the minute, o sweet silken Ancient, my mind givesme , thee and I shall dance the shaking of the sheets together. Now fie upon you, by this light you're the wic ked'st fellow, my Brother but abuses y u, pray Sir go oh for again, you've a handsome spying with , you may send more truth over in one of your w ll penned pamphlets, then all the weekly news we buy for our penny. Would, would, how will you do for a sister then? S, when I would no better object. What wooed I give to kiss him? Yes, but his lips look as if they were as hard as his heart. You're basely sir conditioned,—Pagh. Ye may go by this light, he kisses sweetly. Sweet M. Spe dall spare your busy breath, I must have a wise man, or else none. No. Because he keeps a fool company. But birds of a feather will fly together, and you and he are seldom asunder. Too late I fear I ha'be ne too coy, you are to be married then sir? Ha'him and his riches good sir, you're to be mar ried in earnest. Goo brother let me see't, sweet brother, day ty brother, honey broth . O good si , since so long time I have loved you, let me not die for your sake. Long re you w nt to Sea I did. I have loved you very long with all my heart. You wicked brother, Indeed I love you better, then all the Besses in the world, and if to night I shift not into better Fortune's, to morrow I am made the miserablest with e marriage and misery can produce. Alas Sir, I am to marry and old man, a very old man, trust me, I was strange in the nice timorous temper of a Ma , I know it's against our sex to say we love, but rather then to match with sixty and ten, threescore and ten times I wooed tell you so, and tell them ten times over too, truth loves not virtue with more of virtuous truth, then I do you, and wonnot you love me then? Weeps. O you're a sweet brother. But I have the charge of my Father's keys, where all his writings lie. Stay, stay. What is he in the name of Cupid? He makes and indifferent wooing, O sweet Ancient, keep thy word, and win my heart, They say, a Moonshine night is good to run away with another men wife, but I am sure a dark night is best to steal away my Father's daughter. O, are you come Sir? there's a box of Land and livings, I know not what you call it. Nay, nay, and we talk, we are undone, do you not see the Watch coming up Gracious-street yonder, this Cross way was the worst place we could have met at, but that is yours, and I am yours, but good Sir do not blame me, that I so suddenly yielded to your love, alas you know what a match an't I should have to morrow else. I'th morning we shall be Man and Wife, and then, alas I am undone, the Watch are hard upon us, God you back through Cornehill, I'll run round about the Change, by the Church corner: down Cat-eaten street, and meet you at Bartholomew Lane end. Exit. Ancient. Are ye here again, you have nimbly followed me; what said the Watch to ye? As we go, I'll tell you such a tale of a Welch wooer, and a lamentable Love-letter. Here, out upon him:—But the Watches walk their station, and in few words is safety, I hope you will play fair, and lodge me with the Maid you told me of. I believe you. Alas, I know not, I enjoined him silence seeing the Watch coming, who parted us. Is he but five years older then your self sir? But now at's parting, he charged me to have a care to that, as to my Maidenhead. But In e have no husband of your providing, for alas now shall have the old man whither I will or no. But yesterday my father showed it me; & swears if I pleased him well, it should serve to mp out my portion.
Plot summary
Plot — A Match at Midnight
Old Bloodhound is training his younger son Tim in the family pawnbroking business, since Alexander, the elder son, is a drunken wastrel. He intends to marry his daughter Mary to the informer Earlack, even though she prefers Ensign Young, while he himself will marry the young widow Wag. The widow has other suitors, including her servant Jarvis, but wants to get rid of them. She arranges a midnight assignation with Old Bloodhound, intending not to turn up. Jarvis arranges a substitute, and tells Bloodhound that his mistress has come incognito and must be addressed as Mistress Coot; in fact it really is a Mistress Coot, an old bawd, whom Bloodhound takes home that night in preparation for a wedding the next morning. Meanwhile, Mary plans to elope with Young that ' night, retrieving his mortgage from her father’s papers. 1622 The widow's Welsh suitor, Randall, hears about Mary and, though he has never met her, decides he prefers her to Wag. The servant Sim fixes Randall up with an assignation that night, but he ends up encountering Wag's maid, who is returning from a late errand and who also happens to be named Mary. Tim visits the tavern to give Alexander some pawn- money, and becomes enamoured of Sue Shortheels, thinking her a lady of noble descent. In fact, she is a prostitute. Alexander gets into the widow’s bedroom and hides under her bed, then forces her to agree to marry him by threatening to undress just as neighbours appear to be arriving. The various wedding plans unravel in the morning. Earlack has sneaked the opportunity to sleep with the widow — who is really Coot the bawd and a somewhat less desirable prospect in bed once seen in daylight. Meanwhile, Tim has married Sue, not knowing her true profession until it is too late, and Mary has married Young, to the dismay of Randall, who finds that he has accidentally married a servant. Only Alexander seems on course for the wedding he wants, until the widow points out that Jarvis has a prior claim: when he tried to seduce her months ago, she demanded that he should prove himself by living in her household as her servant. Now, however, she intends to honour her dead husband by never remarrying. Jarvis reveals his true identity: he is Wag himself, the widow’s husband, still alive, and satisfied that his ruse has proven his wife’s fidelity.