Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 19 (piety, thalander, crimes, blessings, loathed, pretend…). Matches are highlighted.
beyond it. For my life You mean, now on the chance, then I may live You are confident, and think it not impossible Your daughter may affect me ther's at once Two blessings, are they not and mighty ones, Considering what I am, how low, how lost Oath common air? But if Your daughter would confirm this, and propound Her self my victory.
story for her Tomb: For on the Earth that weighs my body down When I am dead, thy tears by the cold breath Of Heaven congealed to Beaumonts memory, Shall raise a monument of Pearl to our do The great Mausolus Sepulcher. 'Tis possible I may live yet and be thine. This exceeds all my sorrow. You speak your bounty, But teach not all
his dust, and call revenge upon His head whose anger sent him to those shades, From whence she never must see him; this will justify She loved the dead: it were impiety One smile should bless her murderer, and how ere You are pleased to compliment with my affliction, I know she cannot find one thought without her So foul to look
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As you see gentlemen, called to my account. I fear it. Pray led me where you please, alas. Violent! this news will wound thee too. Exit. Sir, your pleasure? by your command I am brought hither, I hope you have no more to charge me with Then freely I have confessed. I must answer You can have but my life to satisfy; Pray speak my accusation. You have a privilege, but do not make me Good sir, to appear monstrous, who are my Accusers? And my judge too: I have small hope to plead then, but proceed, And name my trespass. To whom? I am not so uncharitable How ere you please to urge it, but I know Why you conclude so, let me, sir, be honest To heaven and my own heart, and then if life Will follow, it shall be welcome. I see a comely frame which cannot be Without as fair a mind. There shall need none, Sir, to forbid this marriage, but my self; My resolution but warm before Is now a flame I honour this fair Virgin, And am too poor to thank your love, but must not Buy life with so much shame, I am Violent, My last breath shall confirm it. She does not look With any countenance of love upon me: See, she does weep. I feel a blessing That only can be thought, silence my tongue, And let our hearts discourse. S. Richard Hurry ? Noble sir. You do express so are is bounty, men Will sloely imitate; I am not so Lost in my wild misfortune, but my reason Will guide me to acknowledge and pay back My service and my self, for so much charity As you have pleased to show me. But with your pardon, I would desire to hear again how much I shall be obliged that knowing the extent Of your desert I may pay back a duty, That may in every circumstance become My fortune and the benefit. I have confessed, The first jury having found it murder. Good sir, Pray give me leave to doubt here. I see not How ere your will and charity may be active In my desiresse to save me, that you can Assure my life and freedom, since in causes Of such high nature, laws must have their course, Whose stream as it were wickedness to pollute, It were vanity for any private man To think he could resist. I speak not this To have you imagine I despise my life, But to express my fears your will does flatter you Above what your power can reach. You speak all comfort Which way can I deserve this? She is too good, if she be fair or virtuous. Pardon, I know she is both: but you amaze me, I did expect conditions of danger: A good wife is a blessing above health; You teach me to deserve my life first from you By offering a happiness beyond it. For my life You mean, now on the chance, then I may live You are confident, and think it not impossible Your daughter may affect me ther's at once Two blessings, are they not and mighty ones, Considering what I am, how low, how lost Oath common air? But if Your daughter would confirm this, and propound Her self my victory. I should condemn her, and despise the conquest These things may bribe and Atheist not a Lover. But you perhaps are ignorant, I have given My faith away irrevocably, it's The wealth of Violent, and I wonot Basely steal back a thought, and yet I thank you, I am not so inhumane. For shame be silent could you make me Lord Of my own destiny, and that Leonora Had empires for her dower, and courted me With all the flatteries of life, to quit My vows to Violent, I would die Upon her bosom to meet death And I will kiss it, kiss it, Like a Bride. And if I cannot live My Violantes, I will die her sacrifice. Good sir, no more, you do not well to trouble The quiet of a Prisoner thus that cannot Be a too careful Steward of those minutes Left him to make his peace, tempt me no further: The Earth is not so fixed as my resolves, Rather to die then in one thought transplant My love from Violent. My Violent, if there can be any joy Neighbour too so much grief, i'll pour it out To pay thy bounteous visit, if my eyes Admit no fellowship in weeping, it's Because my heart which saw thee first, would bid Thee welcome thither, scorning; to acknowledge There can be any thing but joy where thou art. Why Violent, We must all die, restrain these weeping Fountains, Keepe'em till I am dead, dispense they then Upon my grave, and I shall grow again, And in the sweet disguise of a fair Garden Salute the spring that gave me green and odour. Why should not love transform us? Or perhaps That ast ambition, she whose love made up A wonder to the World beside the pledge Of duty to her Lord, famed Arthemisia Shall be no more in story for her Tomb: For on the Earth that weighs my body down When I am dead, thy tears by the cold breath Of Heaven congealed to Beaumonts memory, Shall raise a monument of Pearl to our do The great Mausolus Sepulcher. 'Tis possible I may live yet and be thine. This exceeds all my sorrow. You speak your bounty, But teach not all this while how to deserve it. To be my Bride? pray tell tell me Is she deformed or wanton, what vice has she? Would goodness defend. I know you do but mock me, and upbraid My act, that killed her servant: wound me still, I have deserved her curse: I see her weep, And every tear accuse me. By virtue, but She shanot, nor would I to grasp and Empire Tempt her to so much stain, let her tell down Her Virgin tears, on Delamores cold Marble, Sighs to his dust, and call revenge upon His head whose anger sent him to those shades, From whence she never must see him; this will justify She loved the dead: it were impiety One smile should bless her murderer, and how ere You are pleased to compliment with my affliction, I know she cannot find one thought without her So foul to look upon me. Perhaps you'll see me again. Is Delamore alive? From what can this hope rise? Leonora. But can you leave me then? If thou dost mean thus Thou dost the more to inflame me to be constant, Be not a miracle and I may be tempted To love my life above thee, by this kiss, O, give me but another in my death It will restore me by this innocent hand, While as I wish my soul I wonot leave thee For the World's Kingdom. I'll think of thee, And honour to be read, I love Violent But never could deserve her, live thou happy, And by thy virtue teach a nearer way To heaven, we may meet yonder, do not make me More miserable then I am, by adding perjury To my bloody sin, the memory of thee Will at my execution advance My spirit to a —that men shall think I have changed my cause for martyrdom. You have Preferred a large indictment, and are the first That ever charged me with't, it is a stain My soul held most at distance, but descend To some particular; this offence does rise Or fallen in the degree, or reference To persons sinned against, to whom have I Been so ingrateful? I now Suspect you are not Leonora father, 'Twere better you dissembled, then made her So passed all hope of being cured again: I marry Leonora! can her soul Think on so foul a rape, she cannot sure. I would done, And yet I am going now to a long silence; Allow my sorrow to take leave Violent
Plot summary
Plot — The Gamester
Wilding is sexually uninterested in his wife, but propositions her ward, Penelope, with the promise that afterwards he will find her a husband. Penelope agrees to sex with him only if Mistress Wilding consents, so Wilding duly asks his wife. Mistress Wilding encourages Penelope to agree—in order to facilitate a plot. Penelope insists on a midnight assignation: Wilding is to come in the dark and neither of them shall speak during the encounter. The plan is for Mistress Wilding to take Penelope’s place. When the evening comes, however, Wilding is more interested in a gambling event at an ordinary, and sends Hazard to sleep with Penelope in his place; but after losing his money in the game, he envies Hazard his more pleasurable night. Then Mistress Wilding tells him of the substitution, and he is tormented with the thought of being a cuckold, until he realizes that Hazard still thinks he slept with Penelope. He puts it to Hazard that they should marry, but Hazard is unwilling, until he hears of Penelope’s £2,000 estate. He woos and marries her, then tells Wilding that the earlier assignation did not go as expected: both Mistress Wilding and Penelope were there, armed with a light and planning to rebuke Wilding for his lechery. No sex took place, and so Wilding is no cuckold. In the second plot, the friends Delamore and Beaumont fall out in a drunken argument about their respective girlfriends, Leonora and Violante, and Beaumont wounds Delamore. One man is taken to a surgeon, the other to prison. Leonora’s father, Sir Richard Hurry, is delighted—he disapproves of Delamore and has a debt of honour to the Beaumont family—and endeavours to find a way of saving Beaumont from prosecution for murder. The terms he puts to Beaumont, however, are that he shall marry Leonora on his release, breaking off his engagement to Violante. Beaumont refuses, and Violante, who has overheard the conversation after bribing the jailer, cannot persuade him to change his mind and save his life. When he continues to refuse, Hurry agrees to his marrying Violante instead of Leonora. It emerges that Delamore is alive, so Beaumont is no longer in danger of capital proceedings. In the third plot, the rich citizen Barnacle pays Hazard to lose a staged quarrel with his nephew, Young Barnacle, in order to give the youth a dangerous reputation that will allow him to walk the streets safely. Young Barnacle proves ludicrously inept at picking a fight, but Hazard eventually takes his beating. Old…