Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 1 (nony, tailors, butler, mall, jesu, massinissa…). Matches are highlighted.
obscured With a Swains wearing: and me (poor lowly Maid) Most Goddese-like pranked up: But that our Feasts In every Mess, have folly; and the Feeders Digest with a Custom, I should blush To see you so attired: sworn I think, To show my self a glass. Now Jove afford you cause: To me the difference forges dread (your Greatness Hath
ere was Crow, Gloves as sweet as Damask Roses, Masks for faces, and for noses: Bugle-bracelet, Necklace Amber, Perfume for a Ladies Chamber: Golden Quoises, and Stomachers For my Lads, to give their deers: Pins, and poaking-stickes of steel. What Maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come: come buy, come buy, Buy Lads,
Full speech
Sir: my gracious Lord, To chide at your extremes, it not becomes me: (O pardon, that I name them:) your high self The gracious mark of the Land, you have obscured With a Swains wearing: and me (poor lowly Maid) Most Goddese-like pranked up: But that our Feasts In every Mess, have folly; and the Feeders Digest with a Custom, I should blush To see you so attired: sworn I think, To show my self a glass. Now Jove afford you cause: To me the difference forges dread (your Greatness Hath not been used to fear:) even now I tremble To think your Father, by some accident Should pass this way, as you did: O the Pates, How would he look, to see his work, so noble, Vildly bound up? What would he say? Or how Should I (in these my borrowed Flaunts) behold The sternness of his presence? Oh but Sir, Your resolution cannot hold, when it's Opposed (as it must be) by the pour of the King: One of these two must be necessities, Which then will speak, that you must change this pur pose, Or I my life. Oh Lady Fortune, Stand you auspicious. Sir, welcome: It is my Father's will, I should take on me The Hostesseship of the day: you're welcome sir. Give me those Flowers there (Dorcas.) Reverend Sirs, For you, there's Rosemary, and Rue, these keep Seeming, and savour all the Winter long: Grace, and Remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our Shearing. Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers of that season Are our Carnations, and streaked Gilly-vors, (Which some call Nature's bastards) of that kind Our rustic Gardens barren, and I care not To get slips of them. For I have herd it said, There is and Art, which in their pidenesse shares With great creating-Nature. So it is. I'll not put The Dible in earth, to set one slip of them: No more then were I painted, I would wish This youth should say 'twer well: and only therefore Desire to breed by me. Here's flowers for you: Hight Lavender, Mints, Savoury, Mariorum, The Marigold, that goes to bed with Sun, And with him rises, weeping: These are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age. you are very welcome. Out alas: You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through. Now my fa st Friend, I would I had some Flowers of that Spring, that might Become your time of day: and yours, and yours, That wear upon your Virgin-branches yet Your Maidenheads growing: Oh Proserpina, For the Flowers now, that (frighted) thou lettest fallen From Dysses Wagon: Daffodils, That come before the Swallow dares and take The winds of March with beauty: Violets (dim, But sweeter then the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath) pale Primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phœbus in his strength (a Malady Most incident to Maids:) bold Oxlips, and The Crown Imperial: Lilies of all kinds, (The Flowre-de-Luce being one.) Oh, these I lack, To make you Garlands of) and my sweet friend, To strew him over, and over. No, Like a bank, for Love to lie, and play on: Not Like a Coarse: or if: not to be buried, But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your flours, Me thinks I play as I have seen them do In Whitso -Pastorals: Sure this Robe of mine Do's change my disposition: Oh Doricles, Your praises are too large: but that your youth And the true blood which peeps fairly through't, Do plainly give you out and unstained Sphepherd With wisdom, I might fear (my Doricles ) You wooed me the false way. I'll swear for they. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in's tunes. I, good brother, or go about to think. Lawn as white as driven Snow, Cypress black as ere was Crow, Gloves as sweet as Damask Roses, Masks for faces, and for noses: Bugle-bracelet, Necklace Amber, Perfume for a Ladies Chamber: Golden Quoises, and Stomachers For my Lads, to give their deers: Pins, and poaking-stickes of steel. What Maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come: come buy, come buy, Buy Lads, or else your Lasses cry: Come buy. Even here undone: I was not much afeared: for once, or twice I was about to speak, and tell him plainly, The selfsame Sun, that shines upon his Court, Hides not his visage from our Cottage, but Looks on alike. Wilt please you (Sir) be gone? I told you what would come of this: Beseech you Of your own state take care: This dream of mine Being now awake, I'll Queen it no inch farther, But milk my Ewes, and weep. One of these is true: I think Affliction may subdue the Cheek, But not take-in the Mind. Your pardon Sir, for this, I'll blush you Thanks. Happy be you: All that you speak, shows fair. I see the Play so lies, That I must bear a partly. O my poor Father: The Heaven sets Spies upon us, will not have Our Contract celebrated. And give me leave, And do not say it's Superstition, that I kneel, and then implore her Blessing. Lady, Dear Queen, that ended when I but began, Give me that hand of yours, to kiss. So long could I Stand-by, a looker-on. How often have I told you 'twould be thus? How often said my dignity would last But till 'twer known?
Plot summary
Plot — The Winter's Tale
Polixenes of Bohemia is coming to the end of a nine-month stay at the Sicilian court of Leontes, his childhood playmate. Leontes cannot persuade him to extend his stay, but the pregnant queen, Hermione, has more success. Leontes conceives a suspicion that Polixenes and Hermione have committed adultery, and that her unborn child is a bastard. He commands Camillo to poison Polixenes, but instead Camillo warns the intended victim and escapes with him to Bohemia. Leontes arrests Hermione and sends to the oracle of Apollo for confirmation of her adultery. She gives birth to a daughter in prison, and Paulina hopes to bring Leontes to his senses by showing him the baby; instead, he orders her husband, Antigonus, to take it out of his dominions and abandon it. Hermione is tried for adultery and treason. The oracle, when read, exonerates her and foretells that, unless the lost be found, Leontes will have no heir. Leontes refuses to believe it, whereupon his son Mamillius, who fell sick when his mother was arrested, dies. Hermione collapses in court and is later reported dead. Antigonus abandons the baby on the coast of Bohemia, and is eaten by a bear. The child, Perdita, is found and adopted by an old shepherd. Sixteen years pass. The penitent Leontes, still mourning Hermione, attempts to recall Camillo to Sicily, but Polixenes will not let him go. Worried by rumours that Prince Florizel is courting a shepherd’s daughter, Polixenes attends the sheep-shearing feast in disguise. When it becomes clear that Florizel intends to marry Perdita without consulting his father, Polixenes intervenes and threatens awful reprisals. Camillo helps Florizel and Perdita to abscond to Sicily, knowing that Polixenes will follow them, enabling him to return home at last. Leontes welcomes the newcomers, who include not only the Bohemian royal family but also the old shepherd, who produces the objects found with baby Perdita; these establish her identity as Leontes’ long-lost daughter. The two kings are reconciled, and Polixenes withdraws his objection to his son’s marriage. The court visits a newly sculpted statue of Hermione in Paulina’s chapel. It turns out to be Hermione herself, still alive and awaiting the return of her daughter.