Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 15 (ang, hunc, fleire, shillings, chil, sblood…). Matches are highlighted.
quiet. No sir, chil break no Laws. But and he have his legs at liberty, Cham averd he will never live with you. How, Flowerdale, that scoundrel , you me en us Well, vang thee that. Come, chill bring you along, and you safe enough From twenty such scoundrels as thick a one is, Farewell and be hanged zyrrha, as I think so thou Wilt
vang it, be a good husband, loven your wife and you shall not want for vorty more, warrant thee. What, restore me, no man, I have vorty pound more for Luce, here vang : Zouth chil devy else, what do not think me A Mezel or a Scondrell to throw away money I have a hundred pound more to of good spotation: I hope your under and
bound thy head, work upon me? Zyrrha, zyrrha, if it were not warrant shame, chee would a given thee zutch a whister poop under the ear, chee would a made thee a vanged and other at my feet: stand a side let me lose, cham all of a vlaming firebrand; Stand aside. Avig for all my vreens, dost thou tell me of my vreens? Well sir,
safe enough From twenty such scoundrels as thick a one is, Farewell and be hanged zyrrha, as I think so thou Wilt be shortly, come sir Arthur. Well I vorye he is changed and M. Flowerdale, in hope you been so, hold theres pound towards your zet ting up: what be not ashamed, vang it man, vang it, be a good husband, loven your wife
quart, or nothing. God and good morrow. Why and it be tyt and grieven you Why and he do, I would not de ire you to take his partly. No & I war ashure a that, changed worser him in another place. Well, cham a been zerued many a sluttish trick, But such a lerripoope as thick ych was never a served. I, for I a vexed out this
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No man what ere you used a zutch a fashion, thick you cannot take your leave of your vreens. Been and you a presser sir? Sfoot man, and you be never zutch a commander Should a spoke with my vreens before I chid ago, so should. Press me? I deuye, press scoundrels, and thy messels: Press me, chee scorns thee i'faith: For seest thee, heres a wor ship full knight knows, cham not to be pressed by thee. Why man he would press me. Chill stand to the trial, so chill. Well sir, though you see vlouten cloth and karsie, chee a zeene zutch a karsie coat wear out the town sick a zilken Jacket, as thick a one you wear. A and well said cocknell, and boe-bell too: what dost think cham a vearde of thy zilken coat, no er vere thee. What tit and be tit, and grieve you. Work thy plots upon me, stand a side, work thy foolish plots upon me, chil so use the , thou weart never so used since thy dame bound thy head, work upon me? Zyrrha, zyrrha, if it were not warrant shame, chee would a given thee zutch a whister poop under the ear, chee would a made thee a vanged and other at my feet: stand a side let me lose, cham all of a vlaming firebrand; Stand aside. Avig for all my vreens, dost thou tell me of my vreens? Well sir, cham as the Lord hath made me, You know me well yuine, cham have threescore pack a kar say, and blackem hall, and chief credit beside, and my Fortune's may be so good as and others, zoe it may. What would and you to say to me now? Is that all, vare thee well, chee vere thee not, a vig. Here chill meet him my vreend, chill meet him. And I do not meet him, chill give you leave to call M cut, where is't syrrha? where is't? where isl? Zyrrha, zyrrha: and tweare not and old fellow, and sent after and arrant, give thee something, but chud be no more nigh: But hold thee, for I see thou art somewhat testorne, hold thee, theres vorty shillings, bring thy master a , chil give thee vorty more, look thou bring him, chil mall him tell him, chill mar his dancing tressels, chil use him, he was never so used since his dam bound his head, chill make him for capyring a nigh more chy warrant thee. I wood you were a sprite if you do him any harm for this: And you do, never see you, nor any of yours, while chill have eyes open: what do you think, chil be abaffelled up and down the town for a messell, and a scoundrel, no chy bor you: zyrrha chil come, zay no more, chil come tell him. No matter, he's and unthrift, I defy him. Now chy vore you. Nay, chill watch you for zucth a trick. But if I meet him zoe, if not, zoe: chill make him know me, or chill know why I shall not, chill vare the worse. Why man, chill not kill him, marry chill veze him too, and again; and zoe God be with you vather. What man, we shall met to morrow. God and good morn M. . I pray you tellen Is your scoundrel kinsman married? I, would the old vellow zarued me thick trick, Why man he was a promise, chil chud a had her, Is a zitch a voxe, chill look to his water I warrant him. God give you joy, as the old zaid Proverb is, and some zorrow among. You met us well did you not? Well, Well, chill be quiet. No sir, chil break no Laws. But and he have his legs at liberty, Cham averd he will never live with you. How, Flowerdale, that scoundrel , you me en us Well, vang thee that. Come, chill bring you along, and you safe enough From twenty such scoundrels as thick a one is, Farewell and be hanged zyrrha, as I think so thou Wilt be shortly, come sir Arthur. Well I vorye he is changed and M. Flowerdale, in hope you been so, hold theres pound towards your zet ting up: what be not ashamed, vang it man, vang it, be a good husband, loven your wife and you shall not want for vorty more, warrant thee. What, restore me, no man, I have vorty pound more for Luce, here vang : Zouth chil devy else, what do not think me A Mezel or a Scondrell to throw away money I have a hundred pound more to of good spotation: I hope your under and your uncle here will vollow my amples. How say you the Damsel, tyters hate? Why, then send for a Vicar, and chil have it Dispatched in a trice so chill. Why you say true sir she was ybere to it So well as her mother but I pray you show us Some zamples or reasons why you will not marry? Why then chil will live Bachelor too, I zet not a vig by a wife, if a wife zet not a vig By me Come shalls go to dinner? And tyt trust to it so then. Why I wood vain know the time, for providing wedding raiments. Why man chil have the writings made by tomorrow. No fie man no, lets meet at the Rose at Templebar, That will be nearer your counsellor and mine. A pint is no payme ̄ to, let it be a whole quart, or nothing. God and good morrow. Why and it be tyt and grieven you Why and he do, I would not de ire you to take his partly. No & I war ashure a that, changed worser him in another place. Well, cham a been zerued many a sluttish trick, But such a lerripoope as thick ych was never a served. I, for I a vexed out this veast, chill see if agan Make a better veast there. Nay, but and you be well euisen, it were not good By this vrampolnesse, and vrowardnesse, to cast away As pretty adowssabell, as am chould chance to see In a Summers day, chil tell you what chall do, Chil go spy up and down the town, and see if I Can hear any tale or die dings of her, And take her away from thick a messell, warrant cham Ashured, heel but bring her to the spoil, And so var you well, we shall meet at your son . Thieves, where man? why how now mistress Delia, Would you a liked to been a robbed? I would you woreysplit, and you let the mezell have a penny, But since you cannot keep it, chil keep it my self. Been you there , come will you ytaken your self To your tools, ? And whore is the Gentlewoman thy wife, Mezell? Whore is she, , Tell me true, is she sick? tell me true I changed ise thee? Well thou zaist thy wife is zicke: hold, the shillings, gived it to thy wife, look gi e it her, or I shall so veze thee, thou Wertenberg not so vezed this zeuen year, look too it. Well, would I could Well fare you well : come Arthur. Cham ashured thick be the place, that the scoundrel Appointed to meet me, if a come oh: a come not, so And I war avise, he should make a coystrell and us, Ched vese him, and I vang him in hand, I would Hoist him, and gi e it him too and again, so chud: Who been a there sir Arthur, chil stay asi e. Ywood I were so well ydoussed as was ever white cloth in a tocking mill, and chea would not made me weep. I would I were ysplit now, but I bel eve him. Why chill speak with him, chill speak with him. Why man if he quarrel with me, chill give him his hands full. Married man I hope thou dost but jest: To make and a volowten meryment of it. Nay zoft you awhile, you promised to make Sir and me , here is your wisest Daughter, see which ans sheele have.
Plot summary
Plot — The London Prodigal
Old Flowerdale returns secretly from Venice and hears tales of his son’s prodigality. Wanting to think the best of his offspring, he tests the young man by posing as Christopher, a sailor bringing news of his own death and a will disinheriting his son. Under his new identity he lends his son money to enable him to pursue an advantageous marriage to Sir Lancelot’s daughter Luce, and enters his service to observe him at close quarters. Sir Lancelot is trying to get husbands for all three of his daughters, but Delia prefers a virgin life. For Luce, Sir Lancelot initially favours the wealthy bumpkin Oliver, and takes his part when Young Flowerdale challenges him to a duel. However, ‘Christopher’ forges a will which makes Flowerdale seem richer than Oliver, so Sir Lancelot changes his mind and persuades Flowerdale to go to his own wedding rather than keep his appointment to fight Oliver. It is to be a double wedding: another daughter, Frances, is marrying a merchant’s son. Flowerdale makes no secret of the fact that he intends to exploit Luce financially. Disappointed in him, Old Flowerdale arranges for his uncle to have him arrested for debt immediately after the wedding; apart from teaching the young man a lesson, it will also establish whether Luce genuinely loves him. When Sir Lancelot tries to shrug off the debt, the will is exposed as a fraud. Luce, who only married Flowerdale in obedience to her father, now insists on honouring her marital vows. Intending that Flowerdale should rot in beggary, Sir Lancelot disowns her. Her entreaties get Flowerdale released, but he too rejects her, so ‘Christopher’ gets her a job in Frances’s household, disguised as a Dutch chambermaid. Destitute and starving after squandering his money in gambling and dissolute living, Young Flowerdale is reduced to theft and begging: first he robs his sister- in-law Delia, then seeks people’s sympathy, and money, with a lie that his wife is dead. He finds that begging is a profitable trade, but the report of Luce’s death causes Sir Lancelot to seek his arrest on suspicion of murder. Luce reveals herself, Flowerdale repents, and most of the characters give Luce money and presents, but Sir Lancelot is not reconciled until ‘Christopher’ reveals who he really is. Though offered the choice of Sir Arthur and Oliver, Delia opts to remain unmarried, and everyone goes off for a celebratory feast.